The two sides transformed into streams of light, constantly crossing paths in the starry sky, each strike of their long spears aiming directly at each other's vital points.
Every move carried the momentum of finishing off the opponent.
Kavise's gaze grew increasingly grim, feeling more troubled by the moment, clearly an insignificant insect in front of him without matching power or mecha performance.
Yet it seemed just like a cockroach, impossible to kill.
Slightly opening his mouth, Kavise spoke coldly like a bloodthirsty beast.
"The farce is over."
Instantly, the Negative God Fragment embedded in Kavise's forehead exploded with dazzling brilliance, his entire face became even more twisted, dense polluted blood stains emerged, and his eyes completely turned crimson.
Torrents of terrifying negative energy surged forth.
