This wasn't a battle in the true sense; it was a brutal massacre, a savage slaughter of gods!
In less than half a minute, four or five gods had already fallen. The chaotic Divine Power filled the sky, and Eterna could only watch in disbelief, his heart burning with rage. But he couldn't even think about taking action. He was gravely wounded and barely able to protect himself. The only thing he could do now was to survive long enough to endure the remaining duration of the divine shield. Only then would he have a slim chance of survival.
On the other side, Terran was growing increasingly anxious. Time was passing too slowly, and yet, there was still no news from Boris. This growing silence filled him with an ominous premonition.
Could Boris's defection be a lie? That was absolutely impossible. The information from the contract, as well as the expressions of the Orichalcum gods like Eterna, all confirmed that Boris had indeed joined their side.
