Ash listened until his heart surged. The five Most Powerful in History sorcerers were joining forces in battle—not only for the first time, but probably the last.
Who could witness such an unprecedented, never-to-be-repeated spectacle and not be moved?
He was even thinking that once he returned, he would extract his memories and show them to Sword Maiden and the others. As sorcerers, missing this scene would be far too much of a pity—
"But in the end, it's only a burst of fireworks, a futile one."
Death Frenzy Lord gazed at the broken yet unfallen Eight-Winged Being, deep exhaustion flashing through her eyes.
No matter how severe the attacks it suffered, Ouroboros neither blocked, dodged, nor fought back. It did not seem like a living creature, but more like a natural phenomenon, a running program. Aside from its hatred for all things in the world, it had no unnecessary emotions at all.
It was like shooting arrows at the sun, pissing into the sea, roaring at the gale—would they pay you any mind? They would accept your arrogance in full, then bring down equal heavenly punishment.
Ouroboros's eyeballs opened one after another, and its body healed at an inconceivable speed. The mist of the Blood Moon feast began to collapse, the future of Determine Future was reset, the twisted thoughts of doing as one pleased were instantly smoothed away, and Heaven Hegemon's destructive power was blocked as well.
Even the shell Multistar had cut open reconnected. Perhaps it was indeed as soft as butter beneath Multistar's sword, but butter being sliced apart did not mean death.
It could be destroyed, but it would not die, because it was the end of death. Eight-Winged Serpent's Glimpse!
Endless gazes once again submerged Illusion Hell. Though the God Lords immediately blocked them