"The strong are right before us—why seek them far away?" Artosh fixed his blazing gaze on Qianyi and assumed a fighting stance. "Come! Let me see just what kind of weight the great power you just obtained—the power to reshape all creation—truly has..."
"How much weight it has!!"
With a roar, Artosh crazily compressed and gathered every concept and essence of "war" within himself, even the source power of his eighteen wings, without holding anything back.
The entire sky was dyed an apocalyptic crimson. Space shattered inch by inch beneath his power like fragile glass, exposing the pitch-black void beyond.
It was an ultimate strike that surpassed the limits of physics, one capable of instantly vaporizing a star system—[Divine Strike]!
Facing that world-destroying blow, Qianyi said nothing. He merely slowly raised his hand and spoke four words: "Tens of Thousands of Proverbs."
He did not even use the Starry Veil's power or add any buffs. He simply threw out a basic attack.
BOOM—!!!
Tens of Thousands of Proverbs collided with Divine Strike. The instant those two forces made contact, there was no anticipated stalemate. The crimson [Divine Strike], powerful enough to destroy the world, was instantly dismantled before Tens of Thousands of Proverbs!
"Wha—"
Before Artosh could even cry out in shock, three massive, omnipotent attacks slammed solidly into his enormous divine body.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
At the first deafening impact, Artosh shot away like a baseball struck by a bat. He instantly smashed through the atmosphere, becoming a streak of light that pierced Disboard's moon, collapsing craters on impact and blasting a gaping hole straight through the satellite!
But he had not stopped yet!
The beam of light carried unstoppable momentum, driving the god of war onward into deep space.
The second and third explosive impacts followed in quick