BANG! BANG! BANG!
Upon the ruins where the Venerable Master of the Azure Heaven once ascended to godhood, a place etched with ten thousand years of history and visible only through the miracle of Temporal Chaos, a final battle was unfolding—one of the most frenzied clashes the Mortal World had ever seen... no, the most frenzied clash of this very moment.
Duke Qinghui no longer had his Shadow-Born, so he coalesced a Sword Spear of forged light in his hand. A creation of absolute Divinity, it was more convenient than any Divine Weapon.
'This thing... this Shadow-Born... I don't need it anymore!'
"Hahahahaha!! Hehehehe!!! Is this all you've got? Is this really the best you can do?! It's not nearly enough to get me excited!"
Westheid frantically attacked everyone, paying no mind to consumption or waste. With such abundant Divinity, he no longer had to worry about resource management. The only thing limiting his power was his own output efficiency.
