Two Legendary powerhouses attacked at the same time, unleashing devastating force that would have sent chills through any ordinary Legend. A beam of destruction burst forth from the left, while crimson twin blades stabbed toward the vulnerable wound from the right. At this moment, Atedilon's tight grip on the lance instead placed him in an impossible position. The mad knight had decisively abandoned any thought of pulling out the lance and retreating. To coordinate with the caster and the God of Red Sands in delivering a killing blow, Kane, his eyes brimming with murderous intent, pushed the lance forward with all his strength, intending to drive its sharp tip deeper into the God of Hurricane's flesh.
This was precisely the kind of situation described by the saying that two fists could not defeat four hands. With a Morningstar-tier necklace and a suit of Morningstar Golem Armor, Atedilon could have fought any one of the three adventurers alone with a considerable chance of victory, even after losing his weak divine power portfolio, losing the realm of weak divine power, and losing the ability to control power at the Morningstar tier. After all, although he could no longer meet the standards of Morningstar-tier power control, the God of Hurricane had once been a Morningstar-tier powerhouse for tens of millions of years. His energy control was still vastly superior to that of most ordinary Legends. Such exquisite control had long become instinct, engraved deep into the god's soul through the accumulation of endless time.
But unfortunately, when three deadly attacks struck simultaneously from three directions, no amount of exquisite control could make up for the disadvantage of being outnumbered. At that moment, Atedilon seemed to have very little chance of survival left.
But... at this most dangerous instant, the God of Hurricane did