The Contest of the Godly Spirits, a Conversation Between the Strongest / The Strongest Is Left Desolate; Half the World Is Stained with Blue Flames of Death!

The dragon's roar blew the mountains away.

Every strike left the Divine Species present stunned, because Final Dragon Hati-Ræðr's displayed power far exceeded their expectations.

Without even needing Dragon Elf Language, those physical attacks alone would have made it almost impossible for them to withstand a single blow if they had been the targets.

They had analyzed it as well and found that even if they joined forces and went all out to subjugate the Final Dragon, they might not be able to win. Their odds of victory were very low.

As for the God of War Artorius, who stood against Final Dragon Hati-Ræðr, there was even less to say. He left them speechless.

Although the two appeared evenly matched for now, the God of War Artorius had yet to get serious, since he had not even taken out the spear capable of burning time.

Moreover, the God of War appeared entirely uninjured. Not even a feather had fallen from him.

The Final Dragon, on the other hand, had been struck several times hard enough to seemingly crack its body, only for it to instantly recover by reversing time.

Of course, the Final Dragon might not have revealed its true power yet either.

Suddenly, time seemed to have been paused, and darkness wrapped around the Final Dragon without warning.

At the same time, a terrifyingly compressed spirit gathered in the God of War Artorius's hand, forming an amorphous black spear.

There was no mistaking it. That was Divine Strike!

With a mere swing of his arm, Divine Strike vanished from his hand...

Yet even under the gods' observation, they did not see Divine Strike slice through the air and strike the Final Dragon shrouded in darkness.

"That is—!"

The Divine Species more knowledgeable about space immediately realized where Divine Strike