"The Golden Dragon True Form at its peak..."
The Netherworld King's voice sank to its lowest depths. Even a monstrous prodigy like him, who had swept through the previous Epoch Battlefield undefeated, felt a sense of absurdity.
"The Golden Dragon King's final Dragon Emperor's Wrath—that strike already surpassed the one he used against the Twelve-Winged Seraph's Final Judgment."
"Even I would need to use at least seventy percent of my strength to withstand it!"
The Ghost Princess drifted soundlessly to the Netherworld King's side, an emotion called horror surfacing in her eyes.
"Seventy percent?"
Her voice trembled slightly. "Netherworld King, you're understating it."
"That strike was the Golden Dragon King's swan song, bought by burning his life. It was the final glory of the Dragon Emperor's bloodline."
"To take that strike head-on, you would need at least eighty percent of your strength, perhaps even more!"
The Netherworld King did not argue. He merely closed his eyes slowly.
Though the Golden Dragon King had been gravely wounded, at least that life-burning strike had not been weakened!
"But that man..."
"From beginning to end, he never revealed a single trump card!"
The Netherworld King fell silent.
The Ghost Princess fell silent as well.
Both had fought their way through countless epochs. The Netherworld King had ruled the Demon World for a trillion years, while the Ghost Princess had roamed the Ghost Realm without an equal.
Yet now, facing that figure in a black hood, their courage was ebbing away!
"The Twelve-Winged Seraph, killed in a single move."
"The Golden Dragon King burned his life to return to his absolute peak, yet was still crushed in a single move."
"This man..."
The Netherworld King stopped without finishing, but his meaning was already clear.
This man had surpassed their understanding!
They would dare face