Amon naturally lacked the strength to confront Odin head-on, but with careful planning, he could still launch a surprise attack while his opponent was in poor condition.
What looked like a simple clash had, in fact, forced Amon to use every card he had.
Odin had just emerged from Nibelungen, and the gate to Nibelungen was nearby. Borrowing the power of "Spirit Word: Gate," Amon created a spatial gap that connected to that gate, allowing him to Teleport over a short distance and appear directly before Odin.
He also pushed "Spirit Word: Ghost" to its limit, delaying Odin's detection of him and his ability to counterattack as much as possible.
Despite having seized the initiative, despite Odin's poor condition after fighting Kukulkan, severing that forearm had still cost Amon dearly.
A massive claw mark deep enough to expose bone now ran across his chest, as though it had been torn open by the talons of some giant beast. His flesh was a bloody mess, and pale ribs could vaguely be seen beneath it. In that lightning-fast instant, the Dragon King's counterattack had been sharper than anyone could have imagined!
Amon's face was pale as his muscles violently contracted, forcibly stemming the gushing blood. If the fight continued, he would inevitably be the one to fall. But he had calculated that Odin would not dare remain here for long.
The surrounding mist thickened, taking on an ominous blood-red hue and carrying an aura that drove people mad.
A malformed monster crawled out of the fog. Dragon horns rose from its head, tattered flesh-wings sprouted from its back, and its slender, multi-jointed limbs twisted and stretched. Countless writhing worms covered its entire body...
This was the true reason Odin had been forced to retreat!
Had he left any slower, he might have