In the blink of an eye, another ten years had passed.
In truth, time had no meaning in the Endless Chaotic Void, but Benjamin had calculated "time" using his own biological clock.
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His battle with the Three Great Monarchs had actually lasted ten years.
Boom!
Benjamin's Dharma Image threw a punch, smashing straight into the Dark Realm Monarch's enormous compound eye.
The tremendous force instantly collapsed the surrounding space. The Dark Realm Monarch was blasted millions of kilometers away, shattering a newly formed elemental storm along the way.
Before Benjamin could charge after it, a thick, blood-red tentacle lashed at him from the side.
Benjamin could not even be bothered to dodge. He simply raised a hand, caught it, and yanked backward.
The Blood-Tentacle Tyrant's enormous body pitched forward. Benjamin swung his arm with the momentum and slammed it into the endless void.
Its massive body paused in the distance for a moment, then the Blood-Tentacle Tyrant flew back.
It glanced at Benjamin, silently raised its tentacles, and charged again.
After fighting for so long, it barely even had the strength left to curse.
Benjamin was no different.
Ten years ago, when four Level 8 Lifeforms fought here, both sides had strained to find weaknesses in their opponents. Every attack had involved complex shifts in power and layers upon layers of tactical maneuvering.
But now-
Boom!
A punch from Benjamin.
Boom!
A tentacle strike from the Blood-Tentacle Tyrant.
Boom!
A psychic blast from the Soul-Devouring Sacred Lord.
Boom!
Benjamin raised his foot and stomped down.
As for tactics-what tactics?
By now, neither side wanted to use their brains at all. They were simply trading wild, clumsy blows.
After all, they had been fighting for far too long.
So long that they could not possibly have become any more familiar