Saint Emperor [11]

Fighting with Destruction any longer would be pointless.

Instead of focusing on a single law, since they'd come to the end of this battle, it was time to stop placing such restrictions on themselves.

"I will now use everything in my power," the Saint Emperor said.

"Survive until the end, or there is only one fate awaiting you."

Damien's eyes narrowed.

He was clear on what was happening.

'He's running out of steam.'

The Saint Emperor had an enormous mana capacity, enough for him to use it almost continuously for years without reaching its bottom.

However, he couldn't match Damien.

Damien, who not only had the Ananta Matrix, but also the Void supporting him, wasn't someone who could ever run out of mana.

It didn't matter if he never replenished himself. His capacity itself was an infinite source.

But the Saint Emperor didn't need to know that.

'Plus, he can still kill me if he tries.'