A hundred years passed in the arena.
Agni's secret delight froze.
A thousand years passed in the arena.
Agni was dumbfounded.
Ten thousand years passed in the arena.
Agni could no longer stay calm.
A hundred thousand years passed in the arena.
Agni was sweating like rain.
Wasn't it supposed to be only a temporary boost to divine power? Why had they already been fighting for a hundred thousand years? Why was there still no sign of Nezha's divine power dropping back down?
Just what in the world was going on!?
Agni: I don't understand.
If Nezha knew what Agni was thinking, he would definitely burst out laughing.
You think an Innate Spiritual Treasure is comparable to the acquired divine artifacts you forge yourselves?
Innate meant innate—born of heaven and nurtured by earth. How vast was the origin of a spiritual treasure? How could it be exhausted so easily?
Not to mention, the Lotus Lantern had always been held by Nuwa before this, nurtured by a Saint's mana for so long. Wasn't it very reasonable for it to last a little longer?
Agni was about to collapse.
Before he could exhaust the other party's divine power and make it fall back down, his own divine power was already about to be unable to hold on.
Although he could use the power of his authority to borrow the strength of heaven and earth, continuing to fight like this was no solution.
He could not break the move.
They could not decide victory or defeat.
Many people could see that clearly.
Vishnu looked toward Styx once more and said, "fellow cultivator, this God War no longer has any meaning. How about counting it as a draw?"
Styx thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "Good."
The Prehistoric World had already taken