1550 1550. Blackness

'The amount of power contained in this form surpasses the middle tier Snakes,' Noah calculated in his mind. 'Still, its fabric should be unstable. I wonder if I can force it to turn into primary energy with my destruction.'

In theory, Noah didn't have many chances against that opponent. His cultivation level was still falling, and he remained an existence near the bottom of the eighth rank even without that weakness.

However, his opponent was a manifestation of Heaven's power. It wasn't a proper living being. It was a mass of power that had taken a humanoid shape. It simply had enough energy to make its level reach the middle tier.

'I can't let it touch me,' Noah concluded before deploying his companions and covering them with multiple layers of dark matter.

His time was running out. Noah had to maximize the energy absorbed in his next exchanges, or the drawbacks would arrive.