A mirror left unviewed

Upon hearing Bai Mo's words, Arjuna no longer found them absurd. The enemy before him had helped Chaldea resolve three Lostbelt. Even if Arjuna didn't believe those three Lostbelt were comparable to his own, the fact that he could accomplish such a feat with such power meant that the person before him was no arrogant fool.

Having just gone through a duel, Arjuna calmed down and looked at Karna, who had been thrown aside. There was no doubt that he was the victor in this battle.

But at this moment, he felt no joy whatsoever. The battle he had longed for had come to an end, but as he watched his former Pandavas contribute their strength and fight alongside Karna, that strange feeling within him never disappeared.

So, it must not be over yet. Yes, the outcome of a battle must be based on the premise that one side dies. Defeating and killing the enemy is the only true victory.

Let's deal with this guy first, then go kill Karna.

Arjuna's eyes were filled with coldness, flashing with calculation. Once, twice, but not a third time. The effect of [Maha Pralaya] might not be able to be used on him again. Kama has not appeared yet, most likely to prevent this.

If we use it again rashly, we might leave him with a weakness.

No, that thing isn't necessary. Even without the [Maha Pralaya], that guy only has 920,000 units of power. The only things to be careful of are the combined power of the Triple War God and that strange white decomposition power.

And this guy...

Arjuna narrowed his eyes slightly; he could naturally see the condition of Bai Mo's body.

It's utterly terrible. If its body was once a towering tree, resilient, upright, and ever-renewing, now it has been scorched to the core by the raging fire.

"Three moves is all you can do? But given your current situation, it's better to let go sooner rather than later, otherwise you'll be the one who can't withstand three moves."

Arjuna raised the great bow, looking down from above, surrounded by divine power. The branches of the Fantasy Tree Shrouding Heaven and Blotting Out the Sun the sky, covering the surrounding area. As the great bow was raised and power gathered within it, figures gradually emerged behind Arjuna.

It was as if all the gods were standing behind him, watching this moment, but in the next instant, other figures appeared.

Those were figures of people: Kunti, the Pandavas, Krishna... the people Arjuna encountered along the way, from respected teachers to enemies as Duryodhana as he was, and a man dressed simply, draped in an animal skin, with only four fingers on his right hand.

"Turn to ashes! Along with all the causes and effects of this, after erasing your errors, I will restart the cycle of reincarnation. Gods, bear witness, I will sever this causal bond!"

The Fantasy Tree burned fiercely like a torch, and then the figures around Arjuna were reduced to ashes in the fire, like photographs thrown into flames.

His face was full of determination; at this moment, determination filled his heart.

"Arjuna..." Bai Mo looked at the guy's face, then spoke up without warning:

I have a mirror here, would you like to take a look?

"Ha?"

"Your expression is really unpleasant; you're just putting on a brave face. Didn't Karna say before that if you could give it up, you would simply ignore it, instead of acting like you've cut off a piece of your flesh?"

Combat is the most primitive and purest form of interaction among living beings. In ancient times, in order to survive, they had to fight, eating the flesh and blood of the defeated in order to live.

However, even when humans no longer need to worry about food, they will still fight for profit and desire. And when they are strong enough to influence an entire world, and at the same time, they also want to affect the world with their own ideas.

Their purpose in fighting... is solely to prove who is right.

Just now, he had defeated Karna, but he was unable to kill him because of the interference of the person in front of him.

The fire of the Fantasy Tree was like an ocean, and in the heart of that ocean, Arjuna raised his bow.

"Gandiva, reveal your full power, sea of fire, bow of thunder!"

With a soft crack, Arjuna's golden divine bow Gandiva, could no longer withstand the immense power of the Fantasy Tree and began to shatter. This divine bow, once a gift from the god of fire and the one that had accompanied Arjuna in battle, was now unable to keep up with its master.

A sense of desolation appeared in Arjuna's eyes. He had been constantly strengthening this bow, forging it to a level far exceeding its previous strength, but at this moment, this bow, which he had given to mankind, could not keep up with the pace of the gods.

With a thought, the branches of the Fantasy Tree began to entwine and bind the divine bow Gandiva, like sealing a cracked porcelain piece with tape. But as the power of the Fantasy Tree continued to flow in, it had become a large bow woven from the Fantasy Tree, no longer the Gandiva of the past.

Power continued to flow into it. At this moment, Arjuna glanced at Bai Mo out of the corner of his eye, only to see that he did not adopt the posture of Avici Uninterrupted, nor did the War God appear.

His body was burning, and then he moved.

The bowstring woven from the Fantasy Tree was stretched to its limit, Arjuna poured all his power into it. Then, the fully charged Maha Pralaya was slowly placed on the bowstring.

The sword transformed into a spiral of light, resembling a swirling rainbow flag in the sky.

A sonic boom rang out, and the air seemed to be sucked away. Bai Mo's figure rapidly approached, and at the same time, Arjuna sensed the situation of the person in front of him, the terrifying power hidden beneath the force of 920,000 horses.

At the same time, three figures appeared instantly, merging into Bai Mo's body along with a figure dressed in black. His left fist was poised to strike, carrying terrifying power.

Here it comes! This is the killer move that was even faster than Shiva's back then!

But I am not Shiva, I am faster!

Arjuna's archer's intuition instantly told him the answer; the bowstring trembled, light scattered, and then everything before his eyes transformed into a radiant display of color.

"This power doesn't belong to you alone..."

A voice rang in Arjuna's mind, and the next instant, Arjuna's pupils trembled involuntarily. He saw that Bai Mo's left hand was already badly mangled, and in that broken hand, in the bone that resembled firewood, was a colorful arrow.

"I've caught your arrow, Arjuna!"

Bai Mo's speed did not decrease at all. Arjuna changed his attack in an instant, and the Fantasy Tree that were entangled with Gandiva wrapped around his hands like a gauntlet.

Stop right there!

At the moment of contact, Arjuna felt his own force being sliced open like butter by a hot knife.