Astral Spirits and the God of War (Continued)

There was no metaphor involved.

What manifested was none other than the Golden Flash.

The Golden Sword charged at the highest existing speed—the sixth cosmic velocity—its irresistible sharpness cutting deeply into White Night Yaksha's side.

The spurting blood burst into a mist under the impact and spread through the air.

"Guh... urgh—!"

Long-forgotten agony assaulted her body. The Geocentric Theory divinity was wounded once more, and White Night Yaksha, who had deliberately suppressed her own power, went pale.

Enhanced by the Sovereignties of Ophiuchus and the Variable Star, and fused with the "white horse" that brought the sun's fire and the goat that summoned lightning, the Golden Sword was far more than a simple physical attack. It was a vicious skill capable of destroying its target's essence.

The sixth cosmic velocity, merely standard equipment for three-digit gods and demons, was utterly impossible for anything below the three-digit level to withstand.

Perhaps the White Night King of the past, or one without Yaksha divinity, could have evaded or blocked such an attack. But having sealed herself down to the four-digit level, she clearly lacked that ability.

"How does that feel?"

The youth who had used his enhanced composite authority to cleave apart part of White Night Yaksha's divinity asked.

"I admit that you possess a Gift capable of harming divinity. However, a Hero is not determined by a single Gift. If your own strength is lacking, even the strongest Gift is useless."

Wounded, White Night Yaksha allowed her blood to trickle from the wound like a stream. She raised her folding fan high, a trace of displeasure in her eyes.

A white gale rose between heaven and earth, tearing open the boundary of the material realm.

"So let my brethren test your fighting ability."

The Star Spirit who possessed fourteen Solar