The Final Ritual!

"Is this thing about to give out?"

Colin stood atop the ruins, his expression grave. He did not even dare strike too hard.

If he accidentally blew up the thing in front of him, the "Mother Goddess" would emerge directly!

He did not want the pressure to fall on his side just yet.

[You realize that, with careful maintenance, the "Holy King" can hold on for at least another four days.]

"Four days? Holy King, pull yourself together! How is it only four days?"

Colin grumbled inwardly, then began carefully managing the battle. After all, those "four days" were extremely important.

The "Fourth Face" had said that the longest fusion period probably would not exceed fifteen days.

But before anything was certain, it was best to drag things out for as long as possible.

However, just as Colin carefully maintained the balance between the two sides and only about two more days had passed, an anomaly suddenly occurred!

A surging aura abruptly erupted from the "Holy King."

[Move away immediately!]

Colin vaguely realized something was wrong and swiftly retreated, avoiding the incoming attack.

Then he saw a massive, monstrous hand suddenly pierce out from the Holy King's chest. It was a twisted mass of wood, flesh, and white bone.

The arm savagely grabbed at the place where he had been standing moments ago.

"That was close."

Colin let out an inward sigh of relief, then immediately focused his attention ahead.

He saw the Holy King's five arms tightly clutching the enormous tree-like hand protruding from his chest.

Even merely a portion of that arm gave Colin an unparalleled sense of oppression—this was the "Mother Goddess"!

Clearly, he could no longer suppress Her!

"What's going on? Isn't only half the time up?"

Colin could not understand why