Mio Takamiya: You're the Challenger!

Before long.

—Through that fat chicken, the wizard's ritual appeared in Russell's field of vision.

Spiritual power surged like spring water, pouring into Itsori's body.

As though some kind of evolution was gradually reaching completion, a surging force like a mass eruption of undersea volcanoes appeared before Russell and the Fu Hua Beast.

One-third of Mio Takamiya's spiritual power.

A truckload of Wei Yanwu could no longer serve as a combat unit.

With that kind of output, in Terra, he could send Sargon and Victoria off to meet Vina's ancestors right from the start.

Spiritual power of this intensity probably required Otto from the year 2000, or Joyce during the Battle of New York, as a unit of combat strength.

Russell did some calculations.

Without the tailed beasts, he might already have been unable to defeat Itsori as she was now.

If she suddenly got possessed by something strange and started shouting that she wanted to eat hot dogs or something.

Without using tailed beast power, he might end up pinned in a basement as a sex slave.

"Just one-third of her power has this kind of effect?"

"Tch—"

Russell clicked his tongue.

The stat inflation these days was far too ridiculous.

One step, and she ascended to godhood.

Accompanied by that faint click of his tongue, an elegant girl abruptly emerged from the shadows.

"Are you sure you don't want to eat me now?"

The Spirit of Time made the proposal once again.

"If you eat me, you'll gain the ability to keep fighting her forever, won't you?"

"The power of time?"

"It sounds like quite a grand power."

The man did not answer directly, merely remarking on the flavor of time.

"It is a power that allows you to strike back no matter how disadvantaged you are."

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