The others combined probably weren't even as strong as him.
If they could summon the followers of an evil deity, they might be able to match him.
But with the Holy Son dead and the gods enraged, there was no way they would allow the followers to be summoned to aid in battle.
If they failed to bring back satisfactory results this time, the Salvation Society would likely suffer the gods' disdain.
That was something they absolutely could not bear.
As an elder, he saw things more clearly.
The Salvation Society could still serve the gods, and as their loyal believers, they held extremely high status and received exceptional treatment in the Pure Land.
Those excessive measures would never fall upon them.
But once they lost the gods' favor, they would be reduced to the same treatment as everyone else in the Pure Land.
Boom!
Bang!
Every one of Akar's punches carried a violent, berserk force as they struck toward the Everchanging Demon Lord.
The Everchanging Demon Lord's body seemed like the most perfect weapon, constantly changing shape in response to its movements, never falling behind in the battle.
It instinctively knew how to use the transformations of its body to suppress its opponent in combat.
Besides, even if it was injured, it only needed to expend some strange energy to recover.
Akar, on the other hand, was in a far more miserable state, his body covered in wounds of all sizes.
Yet it was as though he could not feel pain at all, and he continued fighting the Everchanging Demon Lord.
Fu Zeyu arrived near where they were fighting.
He could sense that Akar's strength definitely surpassed his own.
If he were the one fighting Akar now, he would likely be defeated in fewer than a hundred moves.
Although