The direction the Goddess pointed her sword toward was naturally where the Orcs' "Holy Hall" stood.
With a sweep of her blade, the turbulence high in the sky subsided. The dust and mist dispersed, leaving behind a stretch of clarity like a vast passage connecting the Divine Mountain and the Holy Hall.
The demigod powerhouses smiled one after another and turned to look where the Goddess's sword pointed.
At the same time, sensing the auras, the Orc demigod powerhouses also seemed thoughtful as they looked toward the Cloud-Breaking Mountains.
Separated by countless mountains, rivers, and layers of obstacles, their gazes met. Their powerful fighting spirits collided, striking invisible sparks.
"Don't let them provoke you." A deity with a fluffy tail and fox ears smiled faintly. "The battle will begin soon. You're excited enough already. What you need now is calm."
Only then did the Orc powerhouses slowly withdraw their gazes and begin to steady their auras.
Just as this young deity had said, Orcs had never lacked fighting spirit. On the contrary, their most common problem was blood rushing to their heads—fighting until they forgot themselves, only to fall into a trap in the end.
On the other side, encouraged by the holy light of courage radiating from the Goddess, the human powerhouses wore smiles brimming with battle intent.
Humans were precisely the opposite of Orcs. The powerhouses who could reach the summit were often inclined toward calmness and reason. This allowed them to fully unleash their strength, but it also made it difficult for them to erupt anew in fierce battle and display power beyond their usual limits.
The gods of both sides understood each other's circumstances very well. Thus, the God of Temperance led the Orc side, while the Goddess of Bravery led the human side.
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