Crimson Heaven.
As the distant battle between Shi Tiankong and Liu Longma drew to a close.
Orsaga withdrew his gaze.
As for Liu Longma's final explosive surge in power.
He was somewhat surprised, but that was all.
Something like that would not change the outcome much.
How long could a balloon inflated to its limit last?
Perhaps all it would take was the slightest disturbance from a gentle breeze, and everything would be over.
So, all told, his opponent essentially had enough strength for only one strike.
And what could a single strike at the level of a Chaos God accomplish?
It was an opportunity with virtually limitless possibilities.
Normally, against an existence below that level, it could accomplish almost anything.
Destroying everything or creating everything were both theoretically possible.
Defying fate and changing one's destiny was hardly difficult.
But against an existence of the same level, it fell somewhat short.
After all, even at full strength, killing such an opponent was fraught with difficulties...
And with enough strength for just one strike?
All one could say was that it would hurt a little.
It really would only hurt a little.
Even if the opponent stood still and let the blow land without retaliating, that would be the extent of it.
Victory was far out of reach, and killing the opponent was even more remote.
The opponent's immortality ensured that the battle could not be decided with a single move.
It required a slow process of wearing them down.
And that was all the more true when Orsaga was an exceptionally troublesome opponent even among existences of his own level.
If the level of a Chaos God, or an Abyss Lord, was an infinitely long road.
Then Liu Longma had only just reached its entrance, without even having time to