บท 239: The Older The More Unreliable

At the end of the forest, Blind's expression became solemn. He propped himself on his cane to rest while Butcher swung his knives. Around them was a layered space that kept changing in a peculiar way. This space was layered, and every time it changed, the scenery would transform as well. Sometimes it was a vast forest, and sometimes it was a blistering hot desert. Sometimes it was waves overflowing to the sky, and sometimes it was stars from space flying into their faces.

Every time it changed, a different restricted law would burst forth. When the power of the divine restrictions hidden in the space activated, Butcher would need to clash with them.

Butcher shouted angrily, "Blind, Granny, my waist is about to break. Have you two finished resting?"

Blind sighed. "I'm old and my bones aren't like before, let me rest a while more."