Time passed slowly and it looked like the Veil's Primordial God would soon succumb to its injury.
It was only a matter of time before it would die.
Jason had already recuperated from the worst condition and was now observing the battle with a faint smile on his lips.
His father left to help the others, but he was not really sure if that was required.
Calling it a battle might be a little bit too much because the Vile existence was currently being toyed with.
As it was attacked by more than 50 existences that could be considered to be at the peak of the Universe's strength, the Veil's Primordial God could only try its best to endure everything.
A pained roar escaped its mouth as it couldn't digest the fact that its invincibility, the one thing that made it unparalleled no matter where it went, had lost its effect, just like that.
But there was nothing for it to do except suffering helplessly.
