Tainted tendrils flailed through the vast void, and neither Lynn's antimatter sword nor the subsequent cosmic rays caused him any fatal damage.
Instead, after unleashing all of his offensive output in an instant, Lynn found himself in a power trough, and the God of Dullness and Folly clearly seized the opportunity, breaking through the outer defenses with the Tainted Touch and greedily stabbing into various parts of Lynn's body, incessantly infecting and tearing at him as if facing a gluttonous feast.
Lynn acutely felt the elements that had been infected slipping out of his control, as his body started to fall apart.
However, the roles of hunter and prey can switch in an instant. As the Tainted Touch penetrated deep into his brain, it came into contact with a spherical, incredibly hard object.
A chill that penetrated the soul immediately followed. The God of Dullness and Folly hadn't felt this sensation in over ten thousand years—it was the fear of imminent death!
