Meishiki's willpower and mental strength were astonishingly strong as well.
Natsume's words of welcome jolted him, and he quickly forced himself back to his senses from the chaos.
Then.
He looked at his body, which had already completely transformed into a spirit form, then at the entire [High-Dimensional Yellow Spring Realm] around him.
At that moment.
Meishiki knew that he had lost completely and utterly...
There was no hope of turning things around.
As an elder of the Main Family and a trusted subordinate of [Xushiki].
Meishiki knew something of [High-Dimensional Worlds]; he also knew quite a bit about the former [Underworld Great Kingdom].
So he naturally understood.
If one were forcibly dragged into an enemy's high-dimensional territory without any preparation, there was absolutely no hope of making a comeback.
He had no idea how to leave this place, let alone how to return to the main universe.
How the hell was he supposed to win?
He had lost this battle completely and utterly!
In truth.
Meishiki was neither weak nor foolish.
From the start of the battle until now, none of his decisions had been wrong.
Had it been any other [Demigod], he would have killed them several times over by now...
Even when he realized he was outmatched, he had chosen to retreat without the slightest hesitation.
The reason he had lost.
Was because Natsume's lineup was simply too absurd, far too overpowered!
Four [Divine Artifacts], six laws, a large number of [Semi-Divine Artifacts], a whole pile of secret arts...
That kind of lineup.
Was utterly crushing against any existence below a [Peak Demigod].
It was like European colonists, brimming with confidence, eagerly charging onto the American continent with muskets in hand.
Only to find that the natives here showed up in gleaming powered armor, wielding electromagnetic rifles.