Clang--!!!
Yet another fierce collision of blade edges.
The web between Dragon Soaring World's thumb and forefinger instantly burst open, and blood flowed down the blade hilt.
An irresistible, great strength hurled him backward, plowing a trench dozens of meters long into the ground.
"Cough!"
A mouthful of blood spewed out. Dragon Soaring World propped himself up with his battle blade, kneeling on one knee as he stared with a horrifying gaze at the purple replica not far away.
Humiliating!
Utterly fucking humiliating!
His Undefeated God of War set had lost all its luster by now, reduced to a dull, normal iron armor.
Attribute bonuses, set effects, divine might... all gone!
That damned greedy fat man had straight-up deleted all his equipment attributes!
Yet the purple replica across from him still retained all the attributes and skills of his prime.
With the tables turned, this battle had evolved from an evenly matched fight into a one-sided thrashing!
"Pfft!"
Another mouthful of blood spilled, this time because his own replica had kicked him squarely in the chest.
[-8,974,521 (Physical Damage)]
A red damage number floated up.
The damage was astronomical, and the insult was absolute!
Since when did he, Dragon Soaring World, need a health bar to calculate damage?
"Guild Master!"
"Fall back quickly, Guild Master!"
In the distance, the Dragon Soaring Dynasty's position had descended into utter chaos.
Blood War Eight Wastelands brandished his axe, sweating profusely as he tried to rush forward several times, only to be blocked by mages using ice walls beside him.
"Are you going up there to die?!" Light Snow's voice was frigid, her knuckles turning white. "The Guild Master has a demigod foundation. Even though his gear is gone, he can at least hold out for a while. If you go up