"Suosi, did you sense that?"
In the void, a streak of spiritual power that had been speeding along suddenly stopped in place.
"Simon, isn't that obvious? The energy over there is practically about to blow apart space itself. How could I not sense it?"
"Judging by the intensity of that energy, a Mythical Grade existence must have made a move with their true body."
The spiritual power following behind—Suosi—also came to a halt and immediately replied.
"The Mechanical God Race must have made their move."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I really didn't expect them to dare violate the Doomsday Game's rules. Aren't they afraid all the Mythical Grade existences will join forces against them?"
Simon could not help but remark.
"Don't worry. Those fellows from the Mechanical God Race aren't idiots. They must already have a countermeasure prepared."
"Maybe they have some kind of superweapon or an incredibly powerful ability."
"So I have reason to believe that this confrontation will be the grandest spectacle since the birth of the Extreme Dark Space!"
Suosi replied after pondering for a moment.
Simon immediately burst into laughter. He had caught the meaning behind Suosi's words.
"Enough. Why are you still beating around the bush when talking to me? You're even using the 'grandest spectacle' to tempt me."
"You just want to go back and watch it for yourself. I want to see it too."
"Come on, let's head back together!"
With that, Simon immediately turned his spiritual power around and charged back toward the Divine Name Battlefield.
Suosi refused to fall behind and immediately chased after him, speaking as he did so.
"Hehe, it's mainly because this kind of excitement doesn't come around whenever you want."
"Besides, our true bodies aren't here. At worst, this strand of spiritual power will be destroyed by the