"Holy Domain Soul Suppressing Kill!"

Lette wasn't about to waste words with his opponent. He directly engaged the Boundary Stele of the Four Holy Prisons, summoning the Origin Power within and bombarded the enemy fiercely.

In theory, the Gate of Truth was merely an illusion, and this type of attack should not cause any harm.

However, when Lette struck, the blow hit squarely on the Gate of Truth.

The stone door trembled slightly, clearly the aim was good, but the force was somewhat lacking.

Seeing this, Lette felt a bit dissatisfied.

Too few Holy Prisons!

If he could really gather eighteen of them, that last strike, even if it didn't kill the opponent, would have peeled a layer of skin off!

However, right now, Lette didn't have time to create several more layers of Holy Prisons.

After all, the materials to make these required a Desecrated Temple, which isn't just something you pick up like weeds on the roadside.

Still, the purpose of that strike was achieved.

First, it effectively hit the enemy. This is very important.

Before this, no one had ever been able to hit the Gate of Truth in its void state, but Lette managed to do it.

As long as he could hit the enemy, he could keep repeating and optimizing, expanding his results.

Lette is a persistent person, some might say he is stubborn.

If he can hit, he can hurt. If he can hurt, he can kill!

When a man is killed, he dies, and gods are no different!

So what if it's indescribable, or if a phantom appears?

If you appear before me, you should be prepared to be taken down by me.

The second purpose is simpler than the first, and that is to enrage the opponent.

Sure enough, after being hit, the Nameless was driven into a frenzy.

His body, which had started to become more insubstantial, gradually solidified again, even more so than before.

Characters representing Truth lit up, detached from the stone on the Gate of Truth, hovering in mid-air.

Under the Nameless's control, these Truth symbols formed sentences and phrases.

In the next moment, countless eerie attacks burst from these sentences and phrases, bombarding Lette mercilessly.

Each strike felt like a combined attack from two perfectly aligned conceptual-level strongmen.

"Ridiculous."

Lette's body emitted a powerful energy pressure, his own pressure, uniquely his own.

The powerful aura swept across, dispelling all chaotic pressures.

Sensing Lette's power, the Gate of Truth seemed a bit hesitant.

It sensed the crisis, knowing if it wasn't handled well this time, it could face severe humiliation or worse, take a heavy hit.

Countless Truth symbols began to gather, seemingly forming an attack strong enough to take out Lette.

But in the next moment, Lette lifted the Sin Light Greatsword in his hand, revealing a strange smile.

"You don't think I'm going to stand here and wait for you to finish channeling your skill, do you?

Sorry, but I haven't played turn-based games in a long time.

Moreover, even if it were turn-based, it would still be my turn!"

Buzz!

A powerful Holy Light burst from the Sin Light Greatsword. With Lette's slash, it directly rushed into the Truth Formation constructed by the Gate of Truth.

Even when brutally interrupted by Lette's strike, the Gate of Truth continued setting up its formation without pause.

The feeling it gave off was that once he completed this Truth Rune formation, it would ensure final victory.

Boom!

An unexpected explosion abruptly disrupted the plans of the Gate of Truth.

The Truth Formation he worked hard to build was integrated with Lette's self-made Truth Divine Rune by that ray of light.

Neglecting for a moment, the Gate of Truth saw his painstakingly constructed formation collapse, suffering a severe backlash.

Looking at the disheveled phantom of the Gate of Truth, Lette hoisted the greatsword onto his shoulder.

"How's that, not what you expected?

This is why I often say practice is the only criterion for testing the truth.

You, as the Gate of Truth, must always remember this.

Hiding behind closed doors, seemingly safe, offers no help, it's just wasting away!

Hey! Can you hear me? Can you understand me?

Pitiful creature who abandoned self for power, it's truly pathetic."

Lette unleashed several Sword Auras, each containing the Truth Rune he developed himself.

Disrupting the opponent's steps means even the Nameless couldn't make a move properly.

If no move is made, then naturally he's a lamb to the slaughter!

Lette began furiously wielding the Holy Prison Soul Suppressing Kill against the Gate of Truth. Whenever he tried to construct a formation with Truth Runes, Lette would be the first to contaminate the opponent's formation.

"Roar!!!"

The Nameless let out an angry low growl, but Lette found it amusing, like a powerless rage.

"Shouting? If you have the guts, come fight me!"

Lette gripped the Sin Light Greatsword with both hands. If the enemy wanted a head-on confrontation, that was even better.

Because when the Gate of Truth was in its void state, he could only precisely target its core when it attacked.

"Oh Nether Sea, lend me your strength!"

In Lette's roar, countless chains rose from the sea surface, blasting toward the Nameless.

Due to the Nether Sea's strong will being on par with his own, his void state offered no defense.

After the Nether Sea's great will held the phantom of the Gate of Truth, Lette landed on the ground, nailing the Holy Sword Sin Light into the ground.

"With such a great opportunity today, I must get something off the Gate of Truth, no matter what. At the very least, make it a big failure!"

With that, Lette gripped the sword hilt tightly and began to murmur.

"Seventh Radiance, Illusion Purple!"

With a surge of purple light, the shape of the Sin Light Greatsword changed once again.

It transformed from a Holy Sword into a pair of gloves, wrapping around Lette's hands.

Purple is the most ultimate color in the spectrum, the most fantastical.

Illusion Purple granted Lette the temporary ability to touch the line between fantasy and reality.

As soon as he put on the gloves, Lette charged directly toward the Gate of Truth entangled with the chains.

He clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the stone frame of the Gate of Truth.

With a crack, a stone shattered at the impact. In the Netherworld, a wail from the Nameless echoed across the heavens!

"Does it hurt? Don't worry, this is just the beginning!"

Lette clutched his sandbag-sized fist: "It's my first time using the Illusion Purple Gloves to hit someone! If anything feels off, you should self-reflect more!"

Though merely thin as a wisp, without any protective effect, Lette didn't hold back his punches.

"Die, you scoundrel! Hahaha."

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