Excalibur That Satisfies Yuzhen

"What are you thinking about, King of another Lostbelt?!" Just as Scathach-Skadi showed signs of retreating, Oberon seized the opportunity and launched a fierce assault. "But if that's the case, don't blame me for taking advantage of your weakness!"

He wanted to finish her off quickly.

There was no helping it...

He had witnessed the battles unfolding all around them.

At first, even he had been shocked by Uchiha Yuzhen's sheer strength.

He couldn't help being shocked!

He had thought that an existence bearing the concept of the British Red Dragon was already powerful enough.

But now, it seemed that the other party's methods were simply beyond anything he could have predicted.

However, that didn't matter!

The stronger the other party was, the better it was for him.

After all, that meant he, Great Britain's self-destruct mechanism, would soon complete his mission.

But what troubled him now was that the battles around them seemed to be nearing their conclusions.

Yet his own battle remained deadlocked.

Even Oberon himself felt rather helpless about that.

That woman across from him was the King of a Lostbelt. In terms of sheer power, even with him going all out and assuming the form of the Insect of the Abyss—

He could only manage a draw.

There was nothing to be done about it.

As the King of a Lostbelt, a chief god was simply that troublesome.

Fortunately, this King of the Norse Lostbelt seemed to have developed an intention to retreat.

If her will to fight weakened, his chance would come.

With that thought—

Oberon's original body began to twist and collide, while intense magical fluctuations became violet-black flames that coiled around him.

In an instant.

A twisted insect dragon nearly a thousand meters long spread its dusky dragonfly wings and opened a distorted,