This is a terrifying power that has never been seen in the tens of thousands of years of divine existence.
Especially when the opponent has crossed time and space merely as a Spirit Thought Body, their peak strength might be a hundred times stronger than what it is now.
Thinking about this, a sense of panic spontaneously arose in Beatrice's heart.
Why did she provoke such a formidable being?
It continuously healed the body in its mythological form, extending thread-like biological blood vessels towards the crimson giant blade, attempting to assimilate this terrifying energy through contamination.
This was the only thing it could do at the moment.
After all, it had already exhausted all its efforts just to prevent its body from being split in two.
If this continued, Beatrice was very clear that she would most likely be killed on the spot by the white-haired woman in front of her.
