That platinum longsword containing three cosmic truths was far too sinister. If it struck, even beings like the White Night King and Kurma, who possessed the potential to reach single digits, would suffer terribly.
"Little Seven, mistakes must be punished."
Kurma, who had recently lost a companion, stepped forward. Behind her, her humanoid shadow suddenly swelled.
It was the shadow of a giant dragon that only pure-blooded Dragon Kind who had transcended the biological system tree could possess. The evil dragon Azhdaha had once used this Gift to beat Indra until he wished he were dead.
According to the original plan, she, empowered by the Sovereignty of the Goat Constellation, and Lion Divine Beast Narashimha, who could not be harmed by any weapon, were supposed to restrain their enemy in close combat.
But the Son of God had suddenly gone down, Lion Divine Beast Narashimha had gone to fight the demon star spirit Algaol, and now she could only go in alone.
Bang!
Amid a sound like shattering glass, part of the space within the White Night King's Gifted Ground let out a wail, turning into fragments that filled the sky before vanishing into the air.
As one of the highest-ranking pure-blooded dragons, Kurma's Dragon's Remnant Shadow vastly surpassed the evil dragon that bore the banner of evil in quality, power, quantity, and even speed.
Although, constrained by the Organizer's Game, Kurma could not shatter this universe that only those half a step into single digits could leave, the force of her attacks could still easily shake the world!
Like ten thousand arrows fired at once, like a torrential downpour, shadow blades came shooting in from all directions, sealing off the Martial God's surroundings in an instant before unleashing an edge sharp enough to rend space apart.
Clang clang clang—!!