A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from Lancelot.
The Endless Divine Body radiated an unprecedentedly brilliant light.
With the blessing of the Steel Feather Cloak and the Genesis Ovary, each Undying Holy Soul seemed to be moving from nothingness into reality, evolving into true gods.
Lancelot's aura, supported by countless miniature deities, became increasingly terrifying, making him appear like the King of All Gods.
He focused all his efforts on defense.
Energy, matter, spirit, mystery... all kinds of magical attacks were broken and shattered by his powerful physique.
As the magical Radiance dissipated, all the powerful figures around were dumbfounded, including the eight God Level dark Mage; the expressions on everyone's faces froze.
Exhaling a breath imbued with profound Divine Power, Lancelot stretched his neck, a defiant expression on his face accompanied by a wild laugh.
Shawen's face was ashen. He felt mocked, but at the same time, deep down, Shawen realized that he was in big trouble.
The man opposite them was actually able to unleash combat power at the level of Upper God, withstanding the combined attack of the eight of them—a Destruction blow at the level of Upper God.
He is not yet a newly Upper God; at the very least, he is at the upper level of the True God Tier Seven, or even has touched the threshold of the True God Tier Eight.
Yet this powerful attack was like ocean waves crashing against rocks, instantly shattering into spray.
"Is this the true power of Lancelot, the Radiance of Holy Light? He's practically immortal!"
"I'd long heard that Holy Light was most skilled in defense, but only today did I realize that the rumors weren't as exaggerated as they seem. With such powerful defense and regeneration, even Lord Selwyn of the Lord of the Eight Gods' Realm probably couldn't kill him!"
Many True God were horrified.
Albert, the Middle God of the Alpha Civilization, was equally astonished. He had originally thought that Lancelot was overestimating himself and blinded by power, and was even preparing to rescue him, but he never expected that Lancelot's strength would be so great.
Shawen forcibly suppressed the turmoil surging in his heart and said in a deep voice with a solemn expression, "Prepare to meet the enemy. This time we are at a disadvantage and we must cooperate closely, otherwise no one will survive."
I've already notified Alaric, and he's on his way. However, due to the disruption of the nearby Void space, he can't use teleportation magic to arrive directly and will have to fly. He'll also have to overcome the obstacles of the Void fleet along the way, which will take time!
"Clear!"
The other seven dark Mage nodded solemnly.
They were all seasoned veterans, experienced and powerful, and naturally understood the urgency of the current situation.
A single Upper God is enough to contend with them.
Not to mention, there are many True God outside who have already freed up their resources to provide support.
If they're not careful, they could be completely wiped out and die here.
The only chance of survival now lies with the black-armored figure, Alaric, a genuine Upper God. Although not a dark Mage, his combat power is by no means weak.
If Alaric arrives, they will be saved.
All the dark Mage understood this principle, gripping their spellcasting tools tightly, ready for battle.
"It seems you still have something to rely on, and you actually intend to put up a stubborn resistance."
Lancelot hovered in the Void, the boundless continent beneath his feet reforming, his aura becoming fierce.
Boom!!
As soon as he finished speaking, Lancelot bent his knees slightly and, using the reaction force provided by the ground, suddenly leaped out and pounced on the eight dark Mage in the distance.
"Defense!"
Shawen a fierce shout, Shavin poured his magic power into the now dim, dark purple crystal ball, burning the artifact's essence and unleashing a spell at any cost.
The gravitational field descended once more, transforming into invisible chains that converged upon Lancelot's onslaught.
Other dark Mage also launched their attacks at the same time.
The vibrant green vines, under the influence of natural elements, grew rapidly, spreading through the Void and transforming into countless giant plant hands, trying to seize Lancelot.
' The Fire God Will!'
With a whoosh, a blinding fireball rose into the sky.
Flames pierced the darkness, burning away the Void Energy.
The Iron Fist, enveloped in a stream of flames, was thrown out, and in an instant, all the vines were burned to ashes.
After doing all this, Lancelot frowned.
' Gravity Control!'
In an instant, the space around him was slightly distorted by the strong gravity, turning into an invisible vortex that shattered the gravity field released by Shawen.
"What?!"
Shawen was startled, but the next second, his pupils suddenly contracted.
Because Lancelot has disappeared.
"It's teleportation, quickly disable air movement..."
The telepathic communication wasn't finished yet.
The dark Mage, skilled in spatial magic, had just raised his staff.
Lancelot appeared ten kilometers in front of them.
Such a short distance is not far for mortals, let alone for True God.
It was almost like face to face.
That sharp, piercing edge, like a blade held against your neck, hits you right in the face.
"Defense!!"
Shawen roared in anguish.
But by then it was too late.
Tear!!
Tens of thousands of spatial rifts suddenly appeared around Lancelot, and countless spatial runes, like water droplets, swirled and danced around him.
The runes rapidly condensed, directly forming blades of immense power and unpredictable brilliance.
Rumble!!
A thunderous roar echoed through the Void.
Countless spatial blades, shimmering with electric light, coalesced into a vast Domain of Blades of 100,000 kilometers.
The expressions of the dark Mage enveloped by the domain changed drastically.
The magical circuits within their bodies began to flicker unpredictably.
Their movement speed has also been greatly reduced.
It's as if we're stuck in a quagmire.
This terrifying Domain of Blades even transformed the Void into a massive vortex, causing the heavens and earth to change color.
"This?!!!"
Shawen, who had initially been somewhat confident in stopping Lancelot, now wore a look of despair as he sensed the terrifying power contained within the Domain of Blades.
Lancelot, who was capable of launching such an attack, was far stronger than Middle God.
The difference in skill level was enough to kill the latter.
"A divine skill combining spatial and lightning elements, its destructive power is in no way inferior to that of Upper God skilled in attack!"
Another Middle God stared intently at Lancelot, his voice filled with disbelief.
"Dark Mage." Lancelot grinned, looking at Shawen and the others with the same disdain he would give a dead man. "It's been a while since I've had any business. I hope your value to the Astral Realm Will is satisfactory."
Shawen's face was extremely ugly. How humiliating it was for a peak mid-level Middle God to be treated like prey!
Unfortunately, his strength was inferior, so nothing he said mattered. The dark Mage believed in the supremacy of the strong.
On the other side.
The stronger members of the same faction reacted even more strongly.
"My god, Lord Holy Light is actually Upper God! Not only is his defense this strong, but his attack is also incredibly powerful?"
"That's incredible!"
Many powerful figures stared intently at Lancelot, anticipating the battle to come.