At this moment, Talot and Jiren had already entered a state of complete self-forgetfulness.
Who would claim victory, the survival of the Universes, the difference in their strength—everything had been cast aside.
Both their bodies and souls were changing through this battle.
Even Talot could feel it: his Bloodline Power was evolving toward a higher realm through this battle.
Jiren's pure Mortal Power had resonated with his Bloodline Power!! The barrier that had long troubled him was about to be broken through.
Above the Spiral Arena.
The Grand Priest, standing high upon the Void Spectator Stand, looked down at the increasingly heated battle below.
Emotions that had lain dormant within him for who knew how many years were stirred awake at this moment.
He had not witnessed a battle of this caliber in many years.
At the very least, from the birth of the Universes in this world until now, only a handful of such battles had ever occurred.
Upon the Supreme Throne.
Zeno was stirred by Talot and Jiren's fierce battle. He danced excitedly where he stood.
This was the kind of battle he wanted to see. The Tournament of Power had been held precisely for this.
On either side of Zeno, the two Zeno Guards appeared calm, but stormy waves had already risen in their hearts.
These two Mortals still had a long way to go before reaching their realm.
But how many years had they even lived? Their future potential was limitless!! It was entirely possible for them to surpass Gods, perhaps even reach the realm of Angels!...
On the arena.
Talot and Jiren's power continued to rise, and the battle grew ever fiercer. Their explosive speed had already surpassed light. Each instant saw thousands upon thousands of attacks launched, dense beyond measure and terrifying in