Wan Lan coughed up blood, wiped the blood from her lips, and looked toward the merging Godheads.
"You still have more tricks? I thought you were finished. You gods really are hard to fight."
Su Wuwei and Lou Guanshan braced themselves on their blades, their hands trembling.
Mu Bingge clutched her broken ribs and propped her sword tip against the void. Gritting her teeth, she summoned her remaining Power of Time to slow, inch by inch, the deathly energy corroding its way along the pitch-black chains.
The shattered Godheads of [Eternal Life] and [Colonialism] slowly merged at the center of the Sea of Stars. Pitch black and luminous white intertwined and spiraled, surging with a terrifying pressure powerful enough to crush all living beings.
The indifferent [Fate]'s laughter spread along the ripples of energy, filled with utter mockery and indifference.
"Did you really think you had won? As long as the Divine Realms exist, as long as anyone still believes in them, they can resurrect without limit."
Everyone stood despite their grievous injuries. No one took a single step back.
Ye Buyu tore apart the chains in her chest, letting blood gush out, and tightened her grip once more on her chipped spear. In her eyes, a fiery light still refused to die.
"Then we'll fight until you can't resurrect anymore."
Two voices rang out at once.
"Do you still have that kind of strength?"
The compassionate [Fate] sighed helplessly. "Only by successfully forming your own Godheads can you defeat them completely."
Wan Lan released her bowstring, letting the long winds of Order coil around her limbs through her wounds and condense into an arrow, nocked on her drawn bow.
"At worst, we die together. Who's afraid of whom?"
Kou Ying drew a deep breath. "Self-detonation works too."
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