The Transcendents of the New Continent lacked the Old Continent's training system, causing their potential to be developed too early. As a result, their upper limits were generally lower than those of the Old Continent's Transcendents.
In terms of true strength, the New Continent's Transcendents were completely inferior to those of the same rank from the Old Continent. However, the New Continent had come into contact with too many evil gods, and many Transcendents had been tainted by their aura. Their powers all bore, to some extent, the imprint of evil gods.
The powers of evil gods were ever-changing and unfathomably strange. Transcendents skilled at wielding such power held an enormous advantage in battle.
Romios had fought Ishermerlun for several hours without gaining even the slightest upper hand. The chief speaker of the New Continent Council, one of the New Continent's five peak Saint Ranks, was astonished. He secretly thought, He's from the Old Continent, so why is his command of evil god power more practiced and cunning than mine? There isn't the slightest trace of deliberate manipulation. He is like an incarnation of an evil god walking the mortal world. But how could an evil god behave so normally?
People of the Old Continent had encountered too many evil gods. They all knew that evil gods often possessed neither intelligence nor logic. Most were perpetually enraged, while some had no human thought at all, cold and unfeeling, responding to the world only according to certain patterns.
An evil god like Ishermerlun, whose memories had been completely shattered and who had long since fallen, instead behaved unlike an evil god.
Although Romios still had several trump cards, he did not want to use them in this sort of battle. He activated the Black Curtain and forced Ishermerlun back, shouting, "How