Kamen Rider Zi-O, Dimensional Descent

Suddenly, the distorted space returned to its original state, and in that instant, while the Skywing race remained frozen in shock—

Countless sword energies attacked from behind them.

Boom—!!

Time rewinds, then freezes, and then he runs behind them, unleashing countless attacks to defeat them.

After finishing this task, Yan Ming continued to look ahead, but he could no longer see Azriel.

"If you want to find me, you can do so right here."

Buzz—! Then, the two pointers in front of Yan Ming spun rapidly, helping him see the future.

A sense of danger was rising in the vicinity.

He turned his head slightly and could only see the spatial and temporal discontinuities that were constantly expanding around him.

That fault line stretched out in all directions in one go.

Yan Ming's body was completely enveloped within it.

Azriel was instantly sent flying over a thousand meters away. She raised her hand, and the immense elven energy transformed into magical power, crashing down forward like a meteor.

She showed no mercy; this so-called monkey had thoroughly enraged her.

He's doomed now.

*Pfft!*

"What…"

Azriel stared ahead in disbelief, for—the powerful magic she had unleashed with all her might had been torn apart?!

A colorful blade extended from it, like a needle piercing paper, easily cutting through the magic released by Azriel.

She finally noticed that the man wielding the strange longsword seemed to have combined two swords into a completely new one.

Holding the weapon called the Strongest Time Limit Sword in both hands, Yan Ming swung the sword forward, and terrifying power struck again.

Oh no…!

Azri was immediately terrified because—she couldn't stop them.

Even if she distorts space or strengthens her defenses with magic circles, she still cannot withstand this attack.

Now, turning around to look, all he could see were defeated Skywing races...

The remaining few were no longer able to intervene in a battle of this level, so—

She could only try to find a solution from other angles.

"time…!"

She staked everything on her final ability—manipulating time and space.

After distorting spacetime with a whisper, Azriel quickly manipulated the spacetime of Yan Ming's sword aura—rewinding it to nothingness.

Ignoring this action, Yan Ming simply stepped on the solidified space beneath his feet and continued to leap into the air at an overwhelming speed.

"Fool... I've got you covered! If I use time manipulation to affect you, even that powerful force can't stop me!"

Azriel quickly distorted spacetime, and then—fixed the spacetime around Yan Ming.

The silver-purple demon king wielding a long sword... his time was frozen.

At the same time, Azriel constantly rewinds her own time and the time around her, using all her strength to try to go back to time before her birth, so that—

"They actually dared to play tricks on manipulating time and space right in front of me."

--boom!!

Time and space, which were originally still, were all shattered.

The frozen time instantly lost its influence on that person, and the frozen space was twisted and shattered by an overwhelming force. The time that should have been reversed was instead distorted by another strange force and instantly returned to normal.

'Are you kidding me?'

Azriel was completely stunned.

She could accept the bizarre thing of a monkey on the ground suddenly possessing great power... but she couldn't imagine this at all.

Because that would mean that even monkeys on the ground possess the noble ability to manipulate time and space.

Come back to your senses.

All Azriel could see was a burst of light coming from in front of her.

Those blinding... shadows of light particles.

"King! Giri Giri Slash!"

Extending forty meters, Yan Ming swung down the giant sword in his hand.

The golden blade of light seemed to slice through the entire Abant Heim, slashing down from above the clouds in a crescent-shaped arc.

'Heaven...Strike...'

In her final moments, Azriel attempted to unleash her full power—to unleash her true killing move.

But it was too late.

Azriel, struck head-on, seemed to be in a state of limbo as she fell directly towards a small island floating in mid-air in the distance.

That power is far beyond what can be compared to merely destroying mountains and countries.

Boom—!!

The aftershocks of the force shook everything else, severely impacting all things in the world.

But then—

The Skywing race, which should have been completely conquered, suddenly changed.

"... "

Yan Ming stood still, watching everything unfold before him.

Azriel, and the other Winged Ones... they were all dragged into the air by some unknown force, and then all returned to the temple.

The pure white temple was completely intact, as if the battle had never happened.

Under Yan Ming's watchful gaze.

The pure white door... slowly opened on its own.

It was as if they were inviting him to come in.

Yan Ming did not continue to cause any more destruction. As if he had understood something, he put away his weapon and walked into the palace in front of him while still in his transformed state.

The magnificent temple instantly filled him with a sacred aura... and the Skywing races he had defeated were all enveloped in mid-air by some kind of power, as if they were hanging on the wall.

Inside the huge room, Yan Ming was the only one present.

Do not…

At the far end of the room, there was another tall figure.

It was an existence that was very similar to the Skywing race, but also fundamentally different.

Yan Ming raised his head and briefly examined the being.

First of all, the vast majority of Skywing races are female, while this figure is clearly male.

His body was enveloped in some kind of unusual white light, and his enormous body was probably more than two meters tall.

That is also overwhelmingly different from the Skywing race, who still retain a physical structure similar to that of ordinary people.

"You're here."

Words that seemed to shake time and space echoed all around.

That person... a man sitting on a throne, with huge wings on his back, his whole body shrouded in white light, making it almost impossible to see his face.

He propped his head up with one hand and spoke in an unparalleled voice.

“Completely different from the usual ‘monkeys’…from another world, the strongest of all.”

The moment I heard those words.

Yan Ming couldn't help but raise his head and meet the gaze of this war god.

boom--

An invisible contest of auras spread throughout this magnificent temple.

Volume 7, No Game No Life ZERO: Chapter 304 Manipulating Time and Space? I can do that too, and better than you!

When someone in this world obtains the Star Cup, they will possess unparalleled absolute power.

The Star Cup—as a symbol of absolute dominion over this world, a vessel containing omnipotence and omniscience—means that the power of the entire universe is nothing more than fragments flowing from this vessel.

Once obtained, it will become a truly omniscient, omnipotent, and irresistible concept.

Therefore, for the people of this world, the word "invincible" describes the power of the person who obtains the Star Cup.

But what lies beneath this so-called "invincibility"?

That is "the strongest".

The strongest in this world has actually become a concept... a concept that ordinary people cannot understand, nor can they possibly understand.

Althu was such a god... a god of war.

Absolutely, regardless of the strength of the forces, he always stands as the "strongest" God of War.

Boom—

The sheer force of the impact alone was enough to distort the surrounding spacetime.

Artesius did nothing but sit on the throne, resting his chin on his hand. Yet—an unimaginable energy and aura had already transformed into blades that pierced the world, continuously spreading outwards.

Even the Skywing races he saved and repaired showed expressions of pain.

The strongest power has no distinction; everyone will be affected by it, and all kneel equally under the title of the strongest.

But there was one person who was different.

They are regarded as the "weakest" by all creatures and races in this world, a race that is practically no different from monkeys.

One of them... he stood right in front of this god of war.

Standing opposite Altshu, Yan Ming also suddenly unleashed his aura.

boom--!!

From a distance, it looked as if the two people were unleashing some kind of tangible energy wave, which then collided with each other.

Visually, it looks more like the collision of waves, except that the waves emanating from Alteshu are golden.

What emerged from Yan Ming's body was a purple sea wave.

The two completely different auras collided and instantly became evenly matched.

"really interesting."

The God of War stared at the tiny, insignificant figure before him, and immediately revealed an expression of great interest.

"I sense a familiar aura emanating from you... but what could it be?"

There was no reply.

God should respond immediately to inquiries from lower beings, yet Yan Ming completely ignored Alteshu.

The person clad in silver-purple armor simply stood calmly in place, allowing an even more terrifying aura of power to continuously surge from within his body.

"...?"

At this moment, Althu finally understood.

Within this monkey-like race, there exists something terrifying.

Only a powerful individual like Althu, who has reached a certain level, can observe this with a basic understanding.

That layer of dark gold, floating behind like a shadow.

"Humph…"

He couldn't help but grin.