Phainon: Four hundred million epics, woven into one by me! Bow before me, Iron Tomb! (12K, continued)

"That... partner."

Cyrene tugged on Chen Li's sleeve.

"What is it, Cyrene?"

Chen Li lowered his head.

"Do we surrender outright, or go through the motions?"

Cyrene asked after blinking.

"...Aren't you going to struggle a little more?"

Chen Li froze for a moment before trying to persuade her.

"We can't fight it at all."

Cyrene shook her head regretfully.

If they had been facing the ordinary Great Extinguisher Iron Tomb, there might still have been a sliver of hope with Cyrene as the main damage dealer and Phainon supporting her.

In terms of combat power alone, Phainon was indeed stronger than Cyrene.

But the problem was that Phainon was inherently countered by Iron Tomb at the level of mechanics.

But now that Iron Tomb's strength had shot directly up to the number one position below the Aeons, they really could just surrender.

"Don't give up so quickly."

"But Phainon and I can't beat Iron Tomb even together."

Cyrene said sadly.

"...All the Chrysos Heirs can join the battle. It doesn't necessarily have to be just you two."

Chen Li reminded her.

"But we've already reached the brink of a rollback. The other Chrysos Heirs are already dead, and Demiurge has lost her memories and power."

Cyrene looked at Mimi, who floated beside Chen Li.

Mimi noticed Cyrene's gaze, tilted her head, and let out several "me" sounds.

"The other Chrysos Heirs really are dead at this stage, but you can use the ritual sword to summon their souls."

Chen Li pointed at the ritual sword in Cyrene's hand.

"Huh?"

Cyrene froze.

Was that how the ritual sword was used?

"This ritual sword isn't an ordinary one. As a Noble Phantasm, it possesses the ability to roll back."

"I know that much. But didn't this ritual sword already use its