The clashes between gods who had transcended the basic laws of biology were, in essence, simply contests of strength.
If divine power was treated as one coefficient, and the rules they possessed as another,
then the product of the two determined the damage a god could inflict with a single attack.
A god's technique could also add a tiny coefficient to that damage.
But most of the time, this coefficient was pitifully small and basically incapable of influencing the battle.
Only when a higher-ranking god bullied a lower-ranking god, with an overwhelming disparity between their rule-power coefficients, could this tiny coefficient display a crushing advantage.
There was no such thing as the weak defeating the strong, nor any miraculous reversal.
Just like now. Even though the divine power of the Five Great Ancestor Gods was clearly much greater than Moore and Oreo's,
with Adam, the World Core, secretly assisting them from behind, the two underdogs had instead gained the upper hand as time passed.
Curse Tiger Ancestor God, bound by Moore's Thunder Lightning Chains, had already begun howling incessantly.
The other four gods, enveloped by Oreo's Ice and Snow Domain, were even more exhausted, constantly struggling to counter wave after wave of fierce attacks.
"No way. Could Moore and Oreo actually win without me having to act?"
On a slightly raised hill north of the Academy of Sciences,
Su Mo stood before the enormous Alchemy Furnace, raising a hand to shield his forehead from the sporadically falling snow. His face was filled with astonishment.
"Although they are lower-ranking gods, the World Core is actually willing to supply them with rule power right now. That is equivalent to them being gods of this Super World!" Lance's illusory figure appeared beside him, repeatedly sighing in amazement.
"If this Super World's laws weren't