Meylin could feel it.
Every instinct within her screamed that this was not a battle she should face. The danger before her was too great. Her intuition, sharpened by the Flow and strengthened by her ever-growing cultivation, warned her that the existence standing before her had already stepped beyond the limits of the Third Realm.
Yet there was not the slightest hesitation in her eyes.
She took a deep breath, and the Flame of Hope ignited with unprecedented brilliance. Starlight and golden radiance enveloped her body as she shot forward like a falling star, leaving behind a trail of dazzling flames.
In less than a heartbeat, she was already before Nito.
Longinus descended.
The divine blade carried enough power to sunder reality itself, while its speed reached such terrifying heights that even most Alpha Omega Overgods would perceive nothing more than a flash of light.
Yet, at the very last instant, Nito leaned slightly to one side.
The blade missed him by less than an inch.
