The two attacks collided in a silent explosion that caused reality to crack like glass. Such was the power of two demigods trying their best to kill each other.
While this was going on, Kelvin was groaning and moaning in pain. First, it was the fall damage from when he was dropped from the sky. Next was the pain of his back being split open.
Nothing had hit him. At least, nothing he could see. Yet, the backs of every tiny clone had been cut.
It didn't matter where their backs were facing. It didn't matter which position they were in. It didn't matter if they moving or standing still. All of them were hit in the back and every one of them was almost split in half. If the cut had been any deeper, he would have died there and then.
He didn't know that the injury was because he was too close to the demigod when he made his move. But he knew that where he was wasn't safe, so he sought to escape.
He was in the ground, but he could sense the two black stars clashing. With each clash, another cut opened on his body.
The cuts reached deep into his mind and even crushed his mind shields. Both his physical diamond defense and mental defense were crushed without resistance.
He wailed, "This is not safe at all."
He was beginning to understand why he was cut in the first place. Unfortunately, escaping is easier said than done.
First of all, the human demigod was crushing him. His presence compacted the soul and made it difficult for him to move in it.
Secondly, the light produced by the elven king's body was causing everything on the surface to disintegrate. So he couldn't move to the surface, or he would die.
Thirdly, there were stray attacks everywhere. They made it uncertain if moving was the best decision. They made him think twice about moving at all.
At least the untraceable stray attacks that cut him when he wasn't moving were only nearly fatal. They didn't kill him. But if he walks into the cuts that blind him with their light even without seeing them, he would surely die.
This was a tough decision that he had to make quickly. Unfortunately, the decision was made for him.
A terrible force grabbed onto him. It held him like a vice. Then it pulled him out of the ground.
He found that he wasn't the only one who had been yanked from the ground. There were soil, trees, rocks, and corpses too. They were all hurtling through the air towards a certain tiny, indistinct figure.
The things that were pulled from the ground were grabbed by a large, blue, see-through palm made out of moonlight. The palm crushed them into rocks. Then the palm threw the rocks at the giant, indistinct figure.
There were many such blue phantom palms. They weaponized the ground and used them against the enemy.
Unfortunately, these makeshift projectiles didn't injure the giant, indistinct figure. They didn't even slow him down. They all broke apart into a cloud of dust whenever they got close to it.
Kelvin saw this and realized that he was about to become artillery ammunition in a fight between demigods. It is something he might have been fine with if his fate is not to become a cloud of dust.
He roared to Wrath, "What do you suggest?"
He couldn't see her, so he was just shouting into the air. He wasn't even sure she could hear him with the way the air was howling as he was pulled closer and closer to death.
But she seemed to have heard him. She replied, "There's nothing I can do. If there were, the previous paragons wouldn't have died. All I can say is that it was nice meeting you."
He roared at her, "Fuck you, Wrath!!!"
It was all he could do at this point.
He wasn't injured, so more life force won't help him. He couldn't attack what was holding him, so his strength was useless. He could see the danger clearly even without Extraordinary Perception, but it is too late for that since he can't avoid the danger.
Apart from cursing his useless partner, what else can he do?
He thought about it and got an idea of what to do. It was risky, but he had no choice in the matter. So he executed it immediately.
He canceled his life clones since he can't fuse with them because of the force holding them in place.
This caused him to lose 99% of his life force. But he healed it quickly by siphoning from his environment. Then he siphoned all the life force into making the strongest Juggernaut's Armament that he could make.
Red tattoos appeared all over his white diamond body. Then a red knight's armor was projected from the tattoos and made to cover his body.
The red armor was about 50% thicker and bigger than it normally is. This increased the amount of material he had to work with when he activated Explosive Fist.
It was a hail mary sort of move. He doesn't even know what he is targeting. He only knows that the effect of Explosive Fist increases the more durable the target is.
Be that as it may, he still wasn't clear on what the target was. He wasn't sure if the target was his body, the armor, or the force holding him. He just made sure that there was a lot of ammunition, and then he made all of it explode.
His armor fragmented and released a lot of power in the form of vibration. It was most sound, but it was of such a high intensity that it created a gap in the force holding him.
The sound injured him and disoriented him, but his injuries didn't stop gravity from taking hold of him and pulling him down through the gap in the force holding him. So istead of being pulled back, he fell straight to the ground.