As the battle reached this point and those present waited for the explosive force of the God Killing Spear to disperse, there was one thing they all realized. Even Damien who was watching from afar was the same.

The Primal Sovereign…actually wasn’t as fearsome of an existence as they’d originally thought.

His raw power alone was incredibly terrifying. His connection with space was enough to make these 24 Demigods unable to resist him.

However, he had weaknesses as well. Most obviously, his intelligence.

In the first place, Space Beasts weren’t materialistic and didn’t have societies. They spent their lives wandering the vastness of space aimlessly, occasionally swallowing World Cores and using other means to increase their strength.

In their minds, the only thing that mattered was strength, whether that be their current strength or ways to increase their strength.

Tactics, comprehension, none of this mattered to a Space Beast. Their natural connection with space trumped the level that most people could reach through comprehension.

But there was a key difference. When humans spent years upon years arduously comprehending the Laws, they formed their own viewpoints on the way they functioned and established martial roads unique to themselves.

Through this, “skill” was born. Skilled usage of laws while conserving as much mana as possible without losing power, techniques that enhanced these laws and allowed them to display their true potential, essentially, the ability to innovate and adapt was something that Space Beasts lacked.

In this situation where the Primal Sovereign’s connection with space was cut off by the God Ensnaring Array, he truly only had his physical body and a small set of skills to use to defend himself and counterattack.

As long as they could maintain their momentum without allowing him a chance to respond, they should be able to eventually kill the Primal Sovereign.

Unfortunately, it was unsure whether or not those powering the formations could last that long. The ones battling the Primal Sovereign were also constantly putting themselves on the edge of death.

Slowly but surely, the explosive force dispersed and the Primal Sovereign’s body finally came into view.

Spatial storms and ruptures raged around him. Falling into one of these would instantly kill a 4th class, but they didn’t seem to harm the Primal Sovereign at all.

Instead, seeing this scene, the Demigods’ faces turned ugly.

Even the Primal Sovereign’s damaged body and the sight of the Phiroan Demigod’s poison sinking into his skin weren’t given their attention.

Because with these spatial ruptures…

The Primal Sovereign’s arm waved madly. Following his movement, droves of Spatial Essence rushed out of the crack and swirled around him, creating a fog in the air.

“Shatter!” The Primal Sovereign bellowed. The surrounding Spatial Essence became increasingly heavy, bearing down on the God Killing Array and attempting to destroy it.

As long as the universe’s Spatial Essence was present, the Primal Sovereign was a monster. Otherwise, he never would’ve earned his current title.

Voom!

A tongue of Spatial Essence whipped out, entrapping three Demigods in an isolated space. The instant they arrived, they were met with an intense barrage of spatial attacks. However, compared to normal Spatial Laws, the ones contained in these attacks were slightly different.

The Demigods didn’t notice the difference…but Damien did.

He was the only one familiar with these fluctuations.

The Primal Sovereign’s connection with space carried a hint of the Void within. He could clearly smell its scent, the same way Damien’s scent attracted Wrath and the Primal Sovereign.

Within his body, he felt his Mana Heart tremble. It was black in color after being influenced by Void Mana, and currently, it was thumping heavily.

Damien’s entire being was almost consumed with the urge to devour. He knew that devouring the Primal Sovereign would help his strength grow immensely.

But there were multiple problems with this. Even ignoring whether or not the Primal Sovereign would die here, there was also the problem of how Damien would convince those Demigods to give him the body.

And even then, the Primal Sovereign wasn’t someone Damien could devour. He was a Divinity, a completely different existence.

If Damien attempted to devour him with his current strength, he’d explode from the excess energy.

As he controlled his urges, he continued to watch the fight. At the moment, the Demigods were struggling fiercely, but the Primal Sovereign was too strong!

Mirrorbloom’s Illusive Fairy Goddess galvanized her illusions to their limits in a bid to confuse the Primal Sovereign, but space around her immediately turned into a hellscape.

She was forced to focus on defense, lest she be swallowed by a stray black hole.

Her fate wasn’t hers alone. Almost every Demigod was being attacked by an endless amount of Spatial Essence. The God Killing Array’s function had been suppressed since the very beginning, and the remaining 12 Demigods were doing everything they could to force it into action.

Only Tian Yang had it somewhat easier due to his affinity, but that didn’t put him in a favorable situation.

From the way things were looking, the only way to defeat the Primal Sovereign was to close the ruptures in space around him. Those were the source of his seemingly infinite Spatial Essence.

But Tian Yang was the only one who could repair this space. While he attempted to do so, the Primal Sovereign wouldn’t leave him alone.

Could these Demigods, who were already struggling, provide cover for him while he worked?

A sense of dread spread through them. Before the war with the Nox even began, the Human Domain’s strength would take a severe hit.

Whether they won or lost this battle, they’d be losers in the end.

It was…unfair.

This calamity appeared out of nowhere. It had no warning, no major purpose, but it was still a calamity that could seriously threaten the Human Domain’s safety.

But this was life. Nothing would ever go as planned. As humans, the only thing they could do was adapt.

A sudden determination entered the Demigods’ eyes.

There was a reason why the Human Domain was always at the forefront of the war. There was a reason why humans, despite how much other races looked down on them, were able to stand equal to or even surpass these very same races.

The human race was a pool of filth. It was a place where brothers would kill each other for wealth, lovers would betray each other for power, a place where infighting was as common as clouds in the sky.

It was for this sense of disunity that many races looked down on humans and thought them weak and barbaric. If they couldn’t even see eye to eye with their own people, how could they do the same with others?

But that was a misconception.

The human race was extremely prone to infighting, but against outside threats, they always stood united. When humans were pushed to the extreme, emotions clouded their minds and allowed them to achieve the impossible and throw away their cowardice.

The human race of the Human Domain…had never produced an unworthy Demigod.

Every single person who’d been able to cross that boundary was a person worth respecting, and that remained true to this day. All others that didn’t meet this criterion were stuck at the extreme peak of 4th class, unable to move forward.

The Demigods present were no exception.

Understanding the consequences of this battle, understanding what they had to do to achieve victory…

Blood vitality burnt en masse. Nothing would be held back in a fight concerning the fate of the Human Domain.