[You've killed two hundred and twenty-three✯ True Gods!]
[You've killed one hundred and eighty-five 8✯ True Gods!]
[You have absorbed all of their authorities!]
[The Authority of Ice has reached the Primordial God Grade!]
[Your attributes have been increased tremendously.]
"...Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood escaped Aestrea's lips.
"Ugh... this fucking sucks," he groaned, wiping the blood on his lips with his thumb before spitting onto the ground.
This fight had truly made him go beyond his limits.
That last punch had taken everything.
Every scrap of divine energy he had left, his full-blown Authority of Karma, every broken and burning and barely-functional part of himself, poured into a single palm strike.
Thankfully, it was more than enough to kill that ugly fucker.
"Hah... now I'm certainly one of the main targets of the Primordial Court," Aestrea laughed lightly.
Crack!
