A faint smile curved Daniel's lips as he looked at Dustin, whose face was filled with helplessness.
Dustin gave a bitter smile and shook his head.
He had already exhausted everything he had. Every method, every trump card, every last technique he had kept hidden at the bottom of his box—he had used them all.
And yet, against Daniel's almost unsolvable self-destruction technique, he was utterly at a loss.
"Aspect of Twilight Judgment can withstand it for a while, but the consumption is simply too great. Once the holy idol dissipates, I will have no means left to resist. Faustus's self-destruction is practically the descent of doomsday itself."
Dustin shook his head helplessly.
He had been proud all his life and had never bowed his head easily. As for personally admitting defeat, Faustus was the first person in his life to force him to do so.
Daniel had an old connection with the Chaos Humans, so naturally, he would not strike to kill.
Seeing Dustin concede, he stopped at once.
