The Long Stairway to Godhood

At the sight of this, everyone's fervent conviction in victory was cut down a notch.

Though they had defeated Naimus's subordinates, they still had their most terrifying opponent left to face.

For now, they seemed considerably stronger than when they had first landed on the Sky Whale.

And they had Mokania, who was gradually becoming a fighter of the same level.

But whether they could defeat Naimus remained a question in everyone's minds.

Almost everyone paused as that question surfaced within them.

Yet one person was entirely untroubled by it.

The moment he decided to give up, none of it was his problem anymore.

Bige was wrapped in vast amounts of Ocean elements, which spread outward and continuously transmitted all the surrounding power into his sword.

All he wanted was to complete his final curtain call in this process.

So, without the slightest hesitation, he swung his sword at Naimus.

Seeing this, Naimus smiled as he stood atop the shattered castle, his cloak snapping and rustling in the wild wind.

With a flick of his hand, the surrounding air gathered, and artificial souls were infused into it. A sword was forged.

Only when Bige reached him did Naimus leisurely raise his sword and hold it before himself.

The blades collided, letting out a shrill, grating ring.

Surging Ocean power was gathered within a single sword, as though the Sea intended to drown everything.

Before that raging tsunami, all life and all existence seemed insignificant.

Yet Naimus before him was excluded from it all.

Nothing changed where he stood, nor did his body waver beneath that enormous force.

He held back the attack with one hand, and even the sword in his grip did not tremble in the slightest.

The difference in strength was especially apparent at this moment.

"Impressive momentum."