Although, according to the power calculations in the original work, a soul-mutated lower god who had fused the profound mysteries of two different elemental laws should have been comparable to an upper god who had fused two profound mysteries of laws, no one like that had ever appeared, nor had anyone compared them with an upper god who had fused two profound mysteries of laws. Thus, Olivier was still somewhat unclear about his own strength.
With a comparison, he understood.
"I'm at least ten times stronger than them. It seems my strength should be no weaker than that of an upper god who has fused two profound mysteries of laws."
Olivier now had a clear understanding of his own strength.
Meanwhile, Taros and Mokli's battle continued.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
Bang! Bang!
The area where Taros and Mokli fought was filled with countless Water Elements and Thunder Elements. The two had exchanged countless blows, and in the end, Taros revealed his divine beast form.
Although a divine beast form generally would not produce a qualitative change in strength, it could still increase one's power considerably. Just as Linley's strength rose after transforming, Taros had been slightly inferior to Mokli in his normal state. But after returning to his divine beast form, Taros naturally became slightly stronger than Mokli.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
After several hundred more exchanges, Mokli lost.
Faced with Taros's divine beast form, Mokli was helpless.
"I lost, Taros. You may proceed to the next level," Mokli said.
Since Taros was a divine beast, even without using his Innate Divine Ability, Mokli had no chance of victory.
"Mokli, I admire your strength as well," Taros said. "What are you planning to do with them?"
Taros pointed at Olivier and the others.
"For your sake, I won't have them gang up on them. As long as each of them can defeat an opponent of the same rank, they may pass," Mokli said after thinking it over.
Upon hearing Mokli say this, Catherine, Dylin, and the others breathed a sigh of relief.
"Also, for Taros's sake, I should remind you of one thing. Stopping you is our mission. They will all go all out, so casualties are unavoidable," Mokli added.
Considering how strong Taros was, Mokli wanted to make things clear in advance. If someone died or was injured during the match, it would be difficult to explain to him.
"Choose for yourselves," Taros said, saying nothing more and allowing them to decide.
He knew that the Graveyard of the Gods was already fraught with danger. Because he was strong, Mokli had made concessions and spoken reasonably. If they truly fought as a group, Mokli could hold him off while the others would be in great danger.
Everyone quickly made their decisions. They all wanted to challenge an opponent.
Those who had dared to enter the Graveyard of the Gods had already prepared themselves for death.
"Since that's the case, let's begin," Mokli said, glancing at them.
Olivier said nothing. With his strength, he could have killed all of them, but the next level would be even more dangerous. If they could not pass this level, going to the next would be seeking death.
Before long, everyone had chosen their opponents.
Olivier and Dylin each casually picked a lower god. They were very confident in their own strength.
Cesar, Rutherford, and O'Brien looked around before choosing opponents they considered suitable.
Catherine selected a middle god, one who cultivated the Laws of Water. The Laws of Water had strong defense but limited offensive power, making such an opponent a suitable choice.
Catherine had become a middle god more than ten years ago. That amount of time was nothing to a middle god, but thanks to the Taiji Fist Olivier had taught her, she had made tremendous progress in the Life Law over the years.
"If any of you can't continue, you may admit defeat," Mokli said before the battle began.
The battles began, with everyone fighting simultaneously.
Olivier's opponent was a fierce-looking middle-aged man who cultivated the Laws of Destruction and was extremely strong.
"Kid, your judgment is terrible. I'm the strongest among the nine of us, yet you chose me. You've made me very angry." Olivier laughed when he heard that.
When choosing sparring opponents, most people would pick the weaker ones. This fellow clearly believed that Olivier had chosen him because he considered him the weakest, which made him unhappy.
"Heh, then let me see just how strong you are," Olivier said indifferently.
"You actually dare look down on me." The middle-aged lower god grew even angrier. He was someone who cared deeply about his pride.
An aura of destruction spread out as he drew a divine artifact saber imbued with the attribute of destruction.
His strength truly was formidable, almost comparable to Dylin's. He had reached the peak among lower gods.
However, Olivier truly had no interest in playing with a lower god. He was too weak. If it had been Mokli, Olivier might have been interested in having a match.
The middle-aged lower god wielded his saber, carrying the momentum of destruction. The aura of the Laws of Destruction blanketed the heavens and earth. He intended to teach this person, who did not know the height of heaven or depth of earth, a bloody lesson.
Against a middle-aged man at the peak of lower godhood, the strength Olivier had used against O'Brien was obviously insufficient.
Still, there was no need to put in much effort.
Olivier drew his Mystic Ice Sword. Nurtured by his fused Light Element and Laws of Darkness divine power, the Mystic Ice Sword had grown close to the color of his divine power, becoming grayish white.
He slashed at the middle-aged lower god. There was no earth-shattering momentum, merely an ordinary sword strike.
Though the strike appeared casual, he had used fused divine power. As someone already at the peak of lower godhood, once he used fused divine power, his strength immediately reached the level of a middle god.
The grayish-white greatsword clashed with the black saber.
Clang!
Bang!
After the sound faded, the middle-aged lower god was sent flying by a single slash. He lay on the ground, one arm almost ruined, blood flowing from his mouth.
"How could a lower god unleash the strength of a middle god? And with just a casual move?"
The middle-aged lower god's mind could no longer process it. He had originally thought himself very strong among lower gods, yet this person could be so much stronger.
Olivier could not be bothered with him. He looked toward Catherine's battlefield to prevent any accidents.
Mokli and Taros, who were watching from afar, naturally saw what had happened. Taros had been mentally prepared, but Mokli was greatly shocked.
"How can this lower god be so powerful? Even ordinary middle gods are probably not this strong."
Mokli spoke to Taros.
"I'm not entirely sure either. Lord Beirut, the Chief God's Emissary, should know the reason," Taros said.
As time passed, O'Brien, Rutherford, and Cesar all realized they could not defeat their opponents. They had been suppressed from the very beginning and voluntarily admitted defeat.
If Cesar had not cultivated the Laws of Water, which granted strong defense, if the Laws of Darkness had not excelled at preserving his life, and if O'Brien's Laws of Fire had not given him a faster speed than his opponent, they would probably have been defeated in just a few moves.
Catherine's opponent, meanwhile, had very weak attainments in the soul. Caught off guard by her opening soul attack, he was ultimately defeated by Catherine.
Over the years, Catherine's strength had risen very quickly. She was already close to the peak of middle godhood, so defeating an ordinary middle god was only natural.
Only Dylin was still locked in a bitter struggle with his opponent. Compared to Olivier's opponent, Dylin's opponent was likely the strongest among these lower gods. Even after returning to his divine beast form, Dylin could not gain much of an advantage.
The two fought fiercely, their battle extremely deadlocked and growing ever more intense.
Just then.
A vast, ancient power that shook the soul descended.
"It's Dylin. He's broken through to become a middle god." At that moment, the laws of the earth had already surrounded Dylin.
This was the fourth time Olivier had seen the laws of the earth descend.
Very soon, the laws of the earth transformed Dylin's lower god spark into a middle god spark. After his transformation, Dylin's opponent naturally could no longer defeat him. Nor was it possible to make him challenge a middle god all over again, so he was considered to have passed.
His breakthrough made the lower gods present incomparably envious, with the obvious exception of Olivier.
Catherine, Cesar, and the others stepped forward to offer their congratulations, including Mokli and his companions.
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