Those who understand you best are often your enemies.
The dark Mage knows best how painful it is to be struck by the Iron Fist of the Earth Guardian.
Once these terrifying creatures grow up, each one is practically indestructible and unbreakable, yet their attack power is incredibly strong.
Once the Spellbreaking Star appears, its light shines down, and with a casual punch or kick, it can shatter spells that terrify other living beings in mid-air, turning them into primordial energy particles.
"He hasn't used the Spellbreaking Star yet, so his level probably hasn't increased yet. He only recently became Plane Warden. We still have a chance. Let's go all out and take him down!"
Shawen's eyes were fierce like a wolf's as he growled in a low voice.
The other dark Mage also realized the seriousness of the problem, but at the same time, they all looked at the towering figure in the distance with subtle expressions.
It is said that if a dark Mage can devour a powerful member of the Earth Guardian lineage, he will undergo a rare transformation.
This time it's their crisis, that's for sure.
But perhaps it's also a stroke of luck?!
"Attack!!"
A thought flashed through Shawen's mind, and he roared.
The other dark Mage attacked simultaneously.
A surge of rich magical light erupted, like stars exploding, unleashing a terrifyingly destructive attack that hurtled towards Lancelot.
"Hey, you recognized me?"
Lancelot grinned and threw another punch.
The incoming outer layer of magic was blasted away, radiating spiritual light in all directions, like scattered energy dust.
Ordinary God Level spells couldn't stop Lancelot's attacks and didn't cause much damage.
However, as spells were stacked and power accumulated, Lancelot's injuries gradually worsened, at least from the perspective of the dark Mage.
The fierce battle continues.
As time passed, Lancelot's figure was engulfed by Destruction magic.
But the occasional roars emanating from within that ball of Destruction light still proved his presence.
Outside the sealed space, other powerful figures were still fighting, but the battle was almost one-sided. The eleven Middle God were no match for the attack of the powerful group, which far surpassed them in both quantity and quality.
Not to mention, there was also the support of the massive Void fleet led by the Moon God.
Several True God were severely injured by the fleet's concentrated fire; if not for the rescue by their companions, they would probably have died on the spot.
While a single True God could deal with a massive Void fleet if they went all out, this was only possible if the enemy did not have any True God powerhouses.
Once the individual power of True God combines with the Void fleet, the combat power they unleash will not be one plus one equals two, but will be even greater.
"Deal with them as soon as possible. Those True God who are free to act should keep a close watch on the movements within the sealed space and be ready to support His Excellency the Holy Light at any time!"
While coordinating the battle, Albert also devoted some of his energy to Lancelot.
He was quite shocked at this moment.
If you were in that environment, overwhelmed by countless magical lights and filled with Destruction energy, you would most likely have perished.
But Lancelot remained steadfast, like an invincible God of War, his Iron Fist smashing everything in their path and tearing apart countless spells.
Most attacks capable of Destruction an entire galaxy in the universe are like paper in front of Lancelot, easily torn apart. His blood and energy surge to the extreme, his particles moving as if the stars of the heavens were surrounding him, making him incredibly hard.
"That's what a real man should be like!"
The hearts of many True God burned with passion, and their gazes toward Lancelot were filled with reverence.
No amount of talk, schemes, or tricks can compare to such a thrilling battle. To fight eight against one and hold out until now, among the nearby universes, there are only a handful of True God who could do that.
It can be said that Lancelot's strength has reached the pinnacle of a single universe group.
On the other side.
Lancelot's Iron Fist swept across the sky, his sharp eyes searching for the most destructive and insidious part hidden among the many spells, specifically targeting and destroying it.
With the help of the Eye of Insight Offshoot, his perception is unparalleled. Any magical attack that attempts to launch a sneak attack is detected by him and thus loses its intended effect.
"Damn it, this guy's eyesight is too good. Did he cultivate his eyes specifically for his physical Divine Body? Divine eyes?"
Shawen struggled to comprehend Lancelot's terrifying insight, leading him to make numerous connections.
"We must find an opportunity to severely damage him; we can't afford to waste any more time," a Middle God transmitted telepathically.
Upon hearing this, Shawen nodded slightly and, without turning his head, asked telepathically, "Is everything ready?"
"Yes, my ' Hell Myriad Forms ' is ready and can be activated at any time."
My "Time's Instant" is ready!
One by one, the dark Mage responded.
Since the battle began, they have been launching magical attacks to suppress Lancelot while preparing their ultimate move.
"The Earth Guardian have always been known for their resilience and fighting prowess, but everything has its limits. His aura has weakened by about 30% since his initial attack. If our attack hits this time, we can definitely severely injure him, or even kill him!"
By this point, Shawen had given up on capturing Lancelot alive; it was simply too difficult, and the timing of the attack was hard to control.
"Even if we can't capture him alive, killing him will allow us to break through the encirclement. The other True God are all incompetent; none of them dare to stand in front and face the full force of our magic!"
"Yes, that's right. Of these personnel, Lancelot is the most troublesome!"
The dark Mage exchanged ideas and quickly reached a consensus.
Although Lancelot was more difficult to deal with than expected.
Ultimately, however, he is still a Middle God, not much different from them, at most having class advantage and exceptional defense.
With their numerical advantage, the eight True God of dark Mage, including Shawen, are confident they can overcome this obstacle.
"Heh, it seems you have some hidden tricks up your sleeve."
Lancelot suddenly sensed a change in the surrounding magical magnetic field and immediately shouted loudly.
"Oh no, he seems to have discovered us."
A dark Mage cried out in alarm.
Shawen's expression was extremely cold, and the crystal ball in his hand floated above his head, its light shining to its fullest extent.
"So what if we found out? We're still going to die!"
"Stellar Fission, Suppress!"
Boom!!
Shawen activated the magic crystal ball with all his might, and a series of cracking sounds filled the air as the 108 stars cracked open from within, bursting forth with Radiance.
The already powerful gravity field doubled in an instant, and the ground beneath Lancelot's feet exploded with a deafening roar, scattering into countless fragments.
"Now is the time to strike!"
With a low growl, Shawen unleashed the long-awaited trump card from the Great God- level dark Mage.
The Myriad Forms Hell.
Instant of Time.
Dancing Frost Blossoms.
Green Field Forest.
The Great God spells, the strongest with 24 rings and the weakest with 21 rings, together have a power that has been elevated to the level of Upper God.
An aura of terror spread.
Magical Radiance of various colors spread in all directions.
Like the sun rising suddenly.
This has attracted attention from all parties.
"Not good!"
Albert's expression changed drastically, and he was greatly alarmed.
Lancelot cannot die here.
He immediately abandoned his opponent and prepared to provide assistance.
However, the next second...
An even more powerful and majestic aura suddenly appeared.
Everyone was stunned.
"He's Upper God?!"