The Final Concession

"What exactly are you retreating for?"

The Divine Race of Strife and the Divine Race of Life clashed amid the audience's cheers and shouts!

The deafening audience was not merely watching everything happening in that small world through projections in the Holy City. The main cities of every deity also had projections serving as relay feeds!

Now, it was no longer only the audience in the Holy City focusing on the scene within the small world!

The entire Continent of Divine Favor was cheering and applauding this moment!

The sparks struck by two Supreme Divine Races were enough to drive any spectator into a frenzy!

Dazzling abilities and spiritual energy continuously clashed, nearly blasting half of the small world apart!

In the Land of Divine Favor, where the rules had been completely bound by the Supreme Gods, all the pressure accumulated in the hearts of its inhabitants was thoroughly released at this moment.

And scenes like this—

had been played out several times in the finals!

Compared to the chaotic finals of the past,

this Festival of the Gods could be called the most substantial and entertaining final ever!

The only pity was that the Divine Race of Destiny was absent.

"No. We should stop here."

The Pope of Life smiled faintly and voluntarily took two steps back, much to the astonishment of the Pope of Strife.

"What do you mean?"

He had sensed something was wrong from the beginning. The Divine Race of Life was in exceptionally poor condition, utterly unlike the team that had always been so skilled at recovery!

Were they deliberately holding back?

But why this Divine Race in particular?

No matter how he thought about it, the Pope of Strife could not understand. According to the command of the deity he worshipped, every Divine Race