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“Take the kid. I will handle the others,” Komfo Anokye ordered as his figure floated towards the Skies. Mane hesitated slightly upon hearing his command. He was basically being told to do the least amount of work. He felt like he could do more.“Be appreciative of their efforts and just follow orders. If you strain yourself too much, that tear in your soul would only get larger.” Cronos reminded Mane of his weakness, forcing the young Supreme to sigh in resignation. He knew Cronos was right. Not using Chaos was a protective mechanism, but if he overused Edict, he would still be damaging his soul. It was best to do what was minimally possible. Besides, he knew that Komfo Anokye didn’t need help. He was only asking him to help so Mane wouldn’t feel totally useless.“Fine,” the young Supreme sighed and dashed forward, flashing past his granduncle, and flying into the group of eager Skies.“Look at this young chap,” the 7th Sky chuckled and swung his sword towards Mane’s neck. While he se

The head of the 9th Sky sank into the earth below, Mane’s fist solidly placed on his temple. His expression, even while engulfed by dirt and insects, was as serene as that of a person vacationing at Maldives. While the impact of the strike was great, he did not have a single sign of injury or a concussion! “This guy!” Mane smiled wryly. Even with his power as a Titan, he could not breach the 9th Sky’s skin! True Flames, which was so strong that its heat could be felt from even a kilometre away, did nothing but blacken the 9th Sky’s skin; it could do nothing else! It felt as though he was striking a hard piece of unbreakable steel. It was his hands that actually hurt from the impact! “Just hit him harder,” Cronos stated, causing Mane to roll his eyes. “Geez, why didn’t I think of that,” the young Supreme snorted as his hands glowed brightly, engulfed by copious amounts of Edict. He swiftly straddled the 9th Sky, his mind not stopping to process how inappropriate their current posit

Mane coughed heavily as he struggled to stand. His True Eyes had receded due to the lack of energy. His superior regeneration kicked in as his wounds began to heal. Activating Devour, he swallowed the Edict that filled the earth greedily, replenishing his diminished energy reserves; however, while his energy was refilled, his godly power was still strained.“It seems that it is an energy that does not belong to the jurisdiction of Edict,” Mane furrowed his brows in thought. He did not fully understand the power of the gods. Fortunately, there was someone here who could explain such things to him; however, this was not the time. While his energy had been replenished, his mind and body were worn out. Apart from the Origin King, the 9th Sky was the strongest opponent that Mane had faced so far. He had pushed Mane to his limits, so much so that the young Supreme had doubted that even Takeover would make a difference.“You know it would have right? Multiplying your base stat by a factor of

“Hehehe. How does it feel to lose one of your people?” the 8th Sky asked Komfo Anokye while licking his lips perversely. His eyes were filled with the desire for violence and chaos, and his hands trembled in excitement. He was covered in blood – his own blood – from the crown of his large head to the sole of his dirty feet, but he didn’t seem all that affected. His injuries racked up by the minute, but they healed by the minute as well. Looking at Komfo Anokye, the man who had frustrated the Skies – for they could not even land a hit on him – looking lost and beaten by the death of the boy, caused the 8th Sky great pleasure.“You tell me? How does it feel? You lost a colleague too, didn’t you” Komfo Anokye who had been smirking all the way through the fight ignored the ambushing 5th Sky. He kept his eyes on the figure of Sunflower – or rather, the 3rd Sky.“This inferior creature!” the 5th Sky muttered in disdain at Komfo Anokye’s words.The 5th’s grey eyes did not reflect the figure

Zandor, the land that had once been the inheritance of the old gods who guarded it. A land that had once been called the land of promise. A land that so many Moses’s had failed to enter, not to talk of exploring. This once fabled land that had been the dream of many gods was merely a shadow of its past self. The powerful gods who once guarded this land were all gone. The few that remained weren’t fully awakened, and those who had awakened weren’t sure of what they were now. Ultimately, Zandor had been conquered. Besieged by the forces that craved for the heritages left behind by the ancient gods and sought after by those that sought the vestiges of the glorious past, Zandor – the unprotected promised land – was easily stripped away from the mortals. Many gods had intruded this land, and many more fought for it. How had this happened. Even if its guardians were gone, the 5th guardian – the one whose hammer could forge the heavens – had awakened. He was strong enough to deter dozens of