With Alaric, enraged, at the forefront, the other True God could unleash their attacks more freely, and their offensive became increasingly Berserk.
Faced with this situation, Lancelot did not retreat but advanced, meeting the attack head-on.
Outside the Longtuo Continent, in the eyes of countless onlookers, his silhouette was undoubtedly imbued with a tragic and heroic air of facing death without fear.
At this moment, even those who disliked the Golden Divine Kingdom were undoubtedly moved.
Although they didn't understand why Lancelot was unwilling to break through and fight for that sliver of hope, they were still willing to offer the most basic respect to such a powerful figure.
Time and again, Eight Gods' Realm's attacks struck Lancelot's body like a storm.
A storm raging with flames, capable of tearing through the Void; pale divine fire freezing countless dimensions; a blade of light sharper than the heavens and earth...
They relentlessly attacked every inch of Lancelot's body.
In an instant, Lancelot suffered countless injuries.
The allied soldiers looked sorrowful, and even those from the Eight Gods' Realm couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation, like the fox mourning the death of its own kind. Some of their secret admirers couldn't bear to look any longer and were overwhelmed with emotion.
Countless people thought the battle was about to end.
But the next moment...
Everyone's gaze froze abruptly; some rubbed their eyes, their pupils wide, unable to believe what they were seeing.
In their sight, the imposing man who had been subjected to a fierce and heavy attack, although he was beaten very badly, flying around like a broken ball being kicked around, did not show any signs of his declining power, nor was he on the verge of death.
Lancelot was still incredibly strong and energetic, it was practically unbelievable!
Selwyn's eyes froze, and his attack movements slowed down considerably. The other True God were in much the same boat, staring at Lancelot, who was surrounded in the middle, with surprise and uncertainty.
Only they themselves knew just how terrifying the damage Lancelot had just suffered was.
If this damage were spread out, it would be enough to easily tear apart the crystal wall, Destruction several planes, and effortlessly overturn the vast Starry Sky. Even the Longtuo Continent, which was bearing the aftershocks of the battle, completely disintegrated with a mournful cry, exposing its core, which was radiating intense energy fluctuations. Yet Lancelot was still alive?!
"These guys are probably scared, aren't they? After this transformation, my strength has indeed undergone a tremendous change. If it were a month ago, this attack would have been enough to Destruction me, but as for now..." Lancelot's lips curled up slightly.
Despite the horrific appearance of his injuries, Lancelot could heal them all with a mere thought.
The Endless Divine Body is inherently adept at self-healing.
Moreover, guided by the Starry Sky, Lancelot realized the importance of 'fulcrum' and chose Destruction and creation as the two fulcrums of his Endless Divine Body.
Since leaving the Hall of Inheritance, Lancelot has been quite busy in the past ten days. With the help of his own accumulation, the Chaos Diagram, and the Genesis Ovary, he has initially formed the prototype of the 'Creation' fulcrum, and his vitality has been further enhanced.
He's now incredibly chubby.
As long as no attack far exceeding his level lands on his Endless Divine Body, he is not in mortal danger.
In short, despite fighting for so long, Eight Gods' Realm side had essentially been fighting for nothing, failing to inflict much damage on Lancelot at all.
If Lancelot hadn't been aiming to wipe them all out, he could have easily taken on seven opponents and gained the upper hand once he unleashed his full power!
Seeing Lancelot, who was being beaten without any chance to fight back, actually raise the corners of his mouth and reveal a mocking smile, Alaric somewhat defensive. He felt that this was a blatant provocation, and his face turned ashen.
The numerous Demigod and True God of the Eight Gods' Realm looked at each other in horror; those seven True God were no ordinary God Level powerhouses.
At the very least, they are all at the True God Tier Five. Any one of them could roam freely in the universe and be renowned for their power.
It's unbelievable that such a lineup, besieging that man, couldn't kill him after so long!
On the other hand, all the powerful figures on the allied forces were filled with ecstatic joy, and their minds were filled with thoughts of Lancelot's past deeds.
"I heard that His Excellency Holy Light was once able to fight against a hundred enemies single-handedly and withstand a large number of attacks from the same level when he was at the Demigod stage. I thought it was just a rumor, but now it seems to be true."
"Indestructible Body, an immortal form—what terrifying Divine Body strength! Are all True God of the Matter System this powerful? Are the laws we cultivate truly effective against such monsters?"
"Relax, relax. Monsters like Lancelot are extremely rare. Look at that black-armored deity; he's most likely from Matter System, and he only performed so-so. Not everyone can be this powerful!"
"Too..."
Lancelot's performance undoubtedly shocked both sides.
Selwyn's mind was in turmoil, and he even had an unrealistic thought: 'Could this be his true strength, rather than something he possesses through an explosive secret technique?'
'No, no, impossible! How could such a monster exist in the Astral Realm!'
In an instant, the idea that had just emerged was overturned by Selwyn.
After calming himself, he transmitted his voice, "Continue the attack. Lancelot's Divine Body can absorb our power and convert it for his own use, but everything has its limits. Once he reaches that critical point, he will instantly perish!"
Lord Broken Blade Roland, wielding his blade, also said, "My attack feels like it has touched a Bottomless Abyss, but I can also feel that this Abyss is cracking open and will soon be unable to withstand it!"
The perception of Upper God is undoubtedly more acute, especially since two Upper God reached the same conclusion simultaneously. Hearing their words, the other True God couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
In fact, Roland and Selwyn were not mistaken.
The problem is that, in their perception, Lancelot was already on the verge of his limit a few minutes ago, and he's still in this dead state now.
There's no telling when the other person will die.
But in order to maintain morale, that was the only thing they could say.
After exchanging a glance, Selwyn and Roland continued their attack from the left and right, respectively, unleashing a barrage of pale divine fire and earth-shattering blade light, maximizing their damage output once again.
The dazzling light produced by the divine skill was like Stars falling simultaneously, exceptionally brilliant.
The battle continued, with Pemo's attacks clinging to Lancelot's body like a death ghost. Centered on him, the energy orb expanded like an exploding sun, constantly attracting attention from all directions.
Time passed quickly, and before we knew it, almost ten minutes had gone by.
Another explosion occurred, followed by a brief silence.
Severely wounded and panting heavily, Alaric moved away from the epicenter of the explosion, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the distance. This attack had drained almost all of his strength.
If this doesn't work, Alaric will go crazy.
All eyes turned to where Lancelot was located.
The area was filled with the Radiance of the explosion, and a wisp of energy rapidly dissipated, almost disappearing completely.
"Did we succeed?!" Alaric exclaimed in surprise.
At this moment, he himself did not realize that he had developed a certain fear of Lancelot, who had become his Nightmares.
If Lancelot hadn't died, Alaric probably wouldn't have been able to sleep well every day since.
"Are we going to die?!" Even the True God of the Eight Gods' Realm couldn't help but hold their breath.
Suddenly, the aura that had just been at its lowest point began to rise wildly, like a sun that was about to go out suddenly being revived and shining on the Starry Sky once again.
In fact, after reaching its peak, this momentum actually increased again, becoming even stronger than at its peak.
"What kind of explosive secret technique is this?!" Alaric's face turned ashen; his spirits had been completely shattered.
"At this point, you still believe this is some kind of bullshit explosive secret technique?" Selwyn said through gritted teeth.
"What?!" Alaric was stunned.
"I suspect this is his true strength! He's trying to lull us into a false sense of security!!" Selwyn said, enunciating each word clearly. He then whirled around, his shout echoing with Divine Power, "Retreat!!"
Just then, a light laugh with a hint of mockery echoed through the Void, "Heh, finally figured it out? But it's too late..."
As soon as the words were spoken, a soul-stirring bell tolled loudly.
The Death Soul Bell!