The scene was extremely explosive.
The battle of the Divine Spirit was already vast in scale, but the clash of dozens of Divine Spirits was even more exaggerated.
Outsiders could no longer perceive the internal situation, as the space was completely blurred, and they could only sense waves of terrifying energy turbulence surging.
Even Demigods approaching the battle area at this moment would be instantly torn apart.
Only Lear could perceive the specific details of their combat.
The Ancient God, clad in pure golden battle armor, held a long-handled war saber.
The helmet covered the face, leaving the appearance completely unseen.
The aura on him was three tenths stronger than that of the Master of Dawn!
At this moment, the Master of Dawn, appearing as a forty-year-old man clad in a pure white robe, wielding a white oak magic staff, fought against three enemies alone.
