Crack!
The sound of hard stone being crushed by teeth spread through the air.
Tenth Primordial—King Star. Not only had Vede's entire left arm been bitten off, but an outrageously large bite mark had also been torn out of his shoulder.
It had to be known that Vede's body was composed of special meteorites. In terms of "hardness," it ranked among the very best of the Primordials.
Yet this meteorite flesh had been bitten apart in a single bite by aggressively metallic fangs. That could only mean one thing: every attack from the opponent carried mythical laws. Ordinary hardness was no longer effective against such power.
Immediately afterward, a thunderous impact rang through the air...
Vede, whose left arm had been completely bitten off, took a punch head-on! His body crashed diagonally down toward the street like a miniature meteorite.
Before the impact, several tentacles resembling molten iron pierced through Vede's rocky skin and emerged outside his body, slowing the force of the collision as much as possible.
Even so, a great deal of "core fluid" still seeped from within him.
"Vede!"
The Mythical Celestial Body floating above London had been watching the situation below. Seeing Vede severely injured, the entire celestial body showed signs of descending.
To everyone's surprise, Vede's somewhat weakened voice soon came through:
"Mr. Adros, everyone is doing their best to maintain the current situation... Since we've held on this far, please let me continue. I don't want my personal reasons to affect the progress of the war."
"Your value is no lower than that of this game. If I determine that your life is in danger, I will intervene immediately."
"Alright... I'll do my best.
Besides, I'm not the one who's truly in danger right now."
Vede's gaze shifted toward the region radiating cold light