Can He Win?

What should he do?

What was he supposed to do now?

Countless thoughts flashed through the God of Light's mind in an instant.

The first thought to emerge from his subconscious was to run!

Run immediately, as far away as possible!

Because someone had actually wiped out his hundreds of millions of high-level Light Warriors in just five days. What did that mean?

The opponent was very powerful.

At the very least, the opponent was as strong as him and not much weaker!

If the two sides clashed, the odds of victory should have been fifty-fifty.

But there was another issue: the legion the God of Light had sent out had lost. They had been completely wiped out. Not a single one had escaped, and no valuable intelligence had been sent back.

Yet the powerful opponent who had defeated them had learned quite a bit about the Light Legion through that battle, gaining insight into the nature of Holy Light Power.

The God of Light, on the other hand, knew virtually nothing about that powerful opponent.

He knew himself but not his enemy.

That undoubtedly reduced the God of Light's side's chances of victory by twenty percent.

If that formidable enemy led a legion in a counterattack against him, the God of Light, it would only prove one thing—the opponent had sufficient confidence in defeating him.

Therefore, if the legion led by that powerful opponent appeared within the sight range of the outer defenses of the Light Temple,

the wisest choice for the God of Light at that moment would not be to throw everything he had into a head-on fight, but to flee at high speed immediately!

Only then could the God of Light ensure his own safety and avoid losing everything.

And over the more than ten billion