Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz...
The World Tree used the Fate Lever again and again to intercept the One-Armed Sacred Body Ancestor's attacks, dissolving the other's power with the Fate Lever Magic Staff and the astonishing foundation of her own physique. Like a sparring partner, she allowed this Devil Race ancestor, who had stepped into the extreme realm with no turning back, to vent his strength to his heart's content.
Yet over these past days, the World Tree had keenly noticed certain changes in this Devil Race ancestor.
"You seem to have grown stronger than before."
Of course, the strength the World Tree referred to was merely symbolic. The difference was only a few thousand degrees, perhaps ten thousand degrees at most; it would not change the situation between them in the slightest.
"Heh heh heh heh, you noticed?"
The One-Armed Sacred Body Ancestor, whose punches had never ceased one after another, finally stopped. Several days of uninterrupted battle had also left this Devil Race ancestor slightly out of breath.
At the same time, if one no longer observed him through the lens of life levels and cellular energy, but merely by his outward appearance, this One-Armed Sacred Body Ancestor's naked hundred-meter true body now resembled a starving ghost wrapped in skin and bones. He panted, "Huff, huff," so thin that the gaps between his ribs could even be seen.
The old woman of the World Tree wore a puzzled expression, unable to understand why.
He kept panting, "Huff, huff," but it was not exhaustion—it was hunger. Amid his gasps, the One-Armed Sacred Body Ancestor chuckled, "Heh heh heh heh," and looked at his one-armed fist.
"Since I entered the extreme realm and became an ancestor, it has been far too long since I last fought so wantonly as I