Anthony, God, and the Demon King were still going at it with no sign of stopping or pausing for any reason. Over a day had already passed, yet their grins refused to fade, their stamina remained at its peak, and their energy sources, Mana, Faith Energy, and Chaos Energy, remained at their brims as though they hadn't been using them to pull off Reality- and Existence-crumbling scale attacks.
Exhaustion? Fear? Being out of breath?
Such notions didn't exist to beings at the pinnacle; they were the pinnacle of the Lower Galaxies for a reason.
At this moment, Anthony had dropped everything that guarded his body passively. He had already told the OP System to disengage the protection against his soul and mind. He wanted to go toe-to-toe with these two and measure where he stood in every possible scenario. How would he measure such a thing if he hid behind the System? Even Romulus was no longer protecting his Soul, meaning Anthony had to tank and nullify every Soul attack by himself.
