Faced with the grim situation all around.
And looking at Bahamut, whose body was drenched in blood yet whose gaze had not wavered.
In the end, Corellon's thoughts.
His original intention of holding the enemy back.
Unconsciously began to waver.
There was no other reason.
The losses they had suffered were simply far too heavy for the Elf God System...
If this fight continued.
Even if they won, it would be a meaningless victory.
The status of the Elf race and the Elf God System would still inevitably be lost...
Rather than that.
It would be better to simply let them destroy the Dragon Frenzy Maze.
At least then, the other races would take the initiative to trouble them.
The Elf race would not have to bear it alone.
In the end.
After countless thoughts churned through his mind.
Corellon looked at Bahamut in the distance, his expression somewhat complicated as he slowly spoke:
"Let us stop here."
"This time, consider it your victory..."
"We will yield the place where the Dragon Frenzy Maze's core spellwork is stored."
As the words left his mouth.
The light in Corellon's eyes.
Unconsciously dimmed somewhat.
Across from him, after briefly freezing.
Bahamut's muscles and hostility.
Also unconsciously relaxed a little.
Although Corellon's strength had been severely restricted, forcibly dragged down to the same level as Bahamut.
His power was ultimately not to be underestimated.
During their battle, whether it was his seasoned combat experience or the various divine artifacts that worked together with flawless coordination.
They had all placed immense pressure on Bahamut!
If they kept fighting.
Even with the advantage of his dragon body being more able to take a beating.
He could not say who would live and who would die...
Thus, faced with Corellon's concession, Bahamut sincerely eased his guard