Sterl had once believed that his current strength would allow him to crush everything in his path. Even if he encountered some obstacles, he thought he could resolve them quickly.
But now, it was clear that he had overestimated himself—or perhaps underestimated these mysterious invaders.
Even though his speed of growth was nearing a level so fast it was almost unbelievable, his opponents still managed to precisely craft strategies and methods specifically designed to counter him.
It was as if they had some form of precognition, having already made preparations, just waiting for him to fall into their trap.
He could say with certainty that if an upper-tier divine authority—or even multiple upper-tier divine authorities—had come here today, they would have met the same fate as he was about to face: certain death.
The Eight-Armed Demon God mother body completely ignored any form of Law. The supposed Laws and divine authority bindings were utterly ineffective against it.
