"Poseidon, you only have one chance."
Michael stared at Poseidon and spoke in a deep voice once more.
Poseidon's silence had dragged on for rather too long. For Michael and the others, that was not a good thing.
Because Katelyle had yet to appear.
Or perhaps Katelyle had assessed the situation and decided not to appear.
Michael drew a longsword covered in the patterns of countless angels. As he channeled his power, wings actually sprouted from the sword, and it floated beside him.
At Michael's side, Sariel took out a pearl that emitted a subtle glow. From time to time, shadows of souls could be seen flickering across its surface.
Gabriel held a horn to his lips, ready to blow it and unleash its power at any moment.
Raguel held a pyramid as vast energy poured into it.
Raphael held golden scales, as though the entire space could tilt at any moment because of them.
A golden eye floated in Metatron's hand, with strands of golden lines circling around it.
Uriel held a golden holy sword as golden Holy Light soared into the sky.
The seven archangels had all brought out their own abilities. Even if Apollo and the other four were still here, with their current strength still short of their peaks, they would be utterly finished before such methods.
Poseidon's combat power ranked second in the entire Olympian System, behind Zeus.
But Athena, Apollo, and Thor were no pushovers either.
In a one-on-one contest, Poseidon would win more often than lose against them.
But in a true fight to the death, Poseidon in the sea could absolutely crush Athena and the others.
It was not merely his own power. Poseidon had also lived for a very long time.
Yet Poseidon's face was dark at this moment, and his