Inside the vast space within the Divine Tree, Ansu stared intently at the movement in midair.
Falco no longer had a physical body. All that remained was a ball of emerald-green light floating high above.
Faith Power spilling from countless cocoons flowed into that light like streams, greedily devoured and absorbed by it. Falco's will filled the entire space, and an oppressive force pressed in from every direction.
"You're standing in my way, Su."
His voice was vast and ethereal, yet a trace of human warmth still lingered in his tone.
"I clearly gave you so many chances, but you didn't cherish them. Now, I won't leave you any way out."
He paused for a moment.
"Those who block my path must die!"
Ansu felt that immense divine power.
Even with such formidable mental power, he was still no match for an opponent at the level of a god.
Gods represented the laws of the world. Every authority corresponded to some inviolable law of nature.
[Growth of All Things] [Revival] [Life] [Natural Order]...
But he still had to fight this battle.
If he did not resolve this matter, his thousand-year plan could not be completed.
Ansu shook his head. "You're the one standing in my way, Falco."
Altina tightly gripped his hand, her little face pale. "Ghost Master..."
This oppressive feeling was too terrifying.
Altina felt as though she were standing at the feet of a celestial god, as insignificant as an ant. That sacred will seemed to pierce through flesh and blood, peering directly into her soul, ready to crush her entire being.
This was Falco's current strength.
Could Master really win...?
Ansu said nothing. He merely separated out a gentle strand of mental power, wrapped it around her, and carried her all the way to the edge of