In the mirrored world, a large amount of pink mist formed into spikes of gas that penetrated the body of the New God.
The spiritual energy emanating from the dream rapidly began to affect the New God's mind.
It even made it difficult for him to control his flesh and blood body, causing his mind to become hazy and blocked.
He felt as if a thin membrane separated him from his body.
In that instant, Alka, through the power of space and mirrors, appeared behind the New God.
Six illusory elemental cards alternately attached to his back, disappearing before the attack of his flesh and blood arrived.
He returned to a position away from the New God.
It would be too dangerous for the flesh and blood body of the New God to remain near him for too long. In close combat, Alka did not believe he could be a match for the flesh and blood god.
Alka looked at the huge gaping wound on his arm.
Although he had swiftly escaped through space and the mirror's speed, the flesh and blood attacks still took their toll on him in the moment of his departure.
This was because the flesh and blood had instantly pierced the space and pierced his body, causing a large chunk of flesh to be lost.
The strength of his flesh and the energy generated by the elements instantly repaired the piece of flesh.
The God of the Newborn immediately abandoned his entire back.
He felt the chaotic elemental power coming from behind him.
The force exerted by his flesh and blood pulled him away, causing him to instantly disappear. He reappeared above at an extremely fast speed.
And he knocked a hole in the mirror's space.
After all, the current blockage prevented him from perfectly and precisely controlling his power.
The powerful force condensed from the flesh and blood.
With the combined efforts of internal and external forces, the mirror's space was immediately broken.
The detached piece of his back was reduced to ash. It didn't disintegrate into ash after leaving him, but was directly annihilated by the power Alka held above it.
‐‐Or perhaps the chaos created by the composition of the elemental forces caused its physical substance to disintegrate within reality.
‐‐Deconstructed into smoke and ash.
‐‐Had it just been pulled into the mirror world, it was quickly broken apart by the other party.
‐‐The power within that body was far greater than that of the previous one, which was merely composed of a scepter-level treasure, even without the advantage of the previous scene within the Flesh and Blood Nest.
‐‐As soon as the mirror world was destroyed,
‐‐Alka was also forced into the real world.
‐‐He was greeted by a dense stream of flesh and blood attacks from all around.
‐‐Alka instantly disappeared from his position and began to dodge the attacks.
‐‐A large amount of fog filled the surroundings.
‐‐Soon, it completely covered the entire surface of the island.
In addition to enhancing Alka's meticulous control of his surroundings, the fog also served to slow down all attacks.
This slowdown stemmed from a mismatch between his actions and his motor thinking, a matter of principle.
Faced with this situation...
The surrounding flesh and blood threads densely intertwined, and Alka's position was immediately discovered.
Spears of flesh and blood instantly pierced through his heart.
Before Alka could react,
Each spear of flesh and blood was incredibly fast and powerful.
Alka's body was instantly shattered, creating a devastatingly destructive radius around him.
The flesh tentacle thrown by the God of Rebirth was blasted to smithereens.
But immediately, another, identical, sprouted from the God of Rebirth's body.
Alka reappeared elsewhere.
"A true clone made of elements? So real."
This surprised the newborn god.
Because he had never seen anything like this during the War of Gods.
This suggests that the combination of Alka's divine powers had never once combined to form a single god.
Thinking about it, Alka's current strength was once considered a well-known existence.
The chaos in the surrounding space caused the sea to turn upside down.
The sky disappeared, and all that could be seen was the island, seemingly enveloped by a curtain of water.
Alka reached down and pulled.
The seawater in the sky immediately formed into spikes, piercing the island.
The water froze into ice the instant it fell, then instantly pierced the entire island.
The covering water even spread across the island.
The pervasive water and vapor immediately froze the flesh into ice sculptures, which then shattered.
In an instant, the surrounding flesh and blood environment was cleared.
The moment the flesh and blood environment was cleared, the spear in the hands of the God of Rebirth plunged directly into the soil.
A neural network formed by flesh and blood threads began to cover the surface of the island underground. Nerves appeared in the subsurface of the entire island, and the fascia of flesh and blood formed a layer of skin on the surface.
Under swift manipulation,
The island came alive.
Under Alka's control, the sea curtain in the sky immediately twisted downward, then transformed into an iceberg floating in the sky. Alka stood on the iceberg, leaving the island's range.
Looking down at the island below.
The rocks on the ground turned into blocks of flesh and blood.
Fascia and blood vessels adhered to the flesh and blood, and a giant monster grew from the surface of the flesh and blood.
In other words,
The entire island became a living flesh and blood monster.
Then, flesh rose higher and higher, atop a rising tentacle. The God of the Newborn stood atop it, eye to eye with Alka.
The entire Trial Island transformed into a fleshy monster, the Trial Tower a black ornament on its body.
On the island of flesh and blood.
Two towering hands stretched out, then converged, transforming into curved blades of flesh and blood.
Alka stood in the air, the icy stone platform beneath his feet and the seawater floating in the sky behind him growing identical fists.
Then his fists transformed into solid ice, colliding with the flesh blades below.
Like mountains colliding.
They stepped forward to collide with the flesh blades.
The powerful force and the energy contained within them reacted, causing crackling sounds to echo around them.
One crack after another appeared in space.
A large amount of seawater dissipated along the cracks. The chill from his fists spread to his flesh.
The flesh strands on the flesh blades were spreading into the seawater, even attempting to transform it into pus within the flesh.
Alka immediately transformed the seawater behind him and on Shuangquan's arms into ice.
The flesh and blood within, along with his fists, collapsed in an instant.
The power of space and the power of the storm and lightning mingled with it.
The shattering force instantly shattered the flesh into fragments.
Of the flesh-bladed fists, only the arms remained.
It was then that Alka noticed.
The cracks in the space around him had been filled, but what filled them was the membrane of flesh.
Structures like blood vessels had spread from these cracks, and then eyes opened one after another.
A dense swarm of eyes filled the air.
Hundreds of them stared intently at Alka.
Frozen.
The moment those eyes caught sight of him.
Space froze.
Alka's thoughts froze in an instant.
As if time had stopped.
The body shattered.
Pierced by dense, fleshy spikes, it was reduced to a pulp.
And the pulp vanished from the spot.
Alka's figure reappeared not far away.
"This time... it seems it's a real body?"
Seeing that Alka's true body had finally emerged, the God of Rebirth smiled.
"Perhaps," Alka said.
The figure vanished from the spot.
A large number of elements in the surrounding environment began to activate.
The overactive elements affected the effect of the flesh on the surroundings.
The temperature began to rise.
But it seemed to be dropping again.
The level of chaos caused a lightning storm to gather within.
Arka began to try to regain control of his surroundings.
The Newborn God was about to intervene when he suddenly found himself unable to move.
The only difference was that his mind was incredibly sharp, and he could clearly feel his limbs, but he simply stood there, unable to move.
Even the flesh on the island of flesh seemed to solidify.
"You're not the only one who can hold it still."
The compression created by space and the chaotic elements completely enveloped the flesh and blood, immobilizing it and the Newborn God at its center with a powerful external pressure.
This was the power of natural chaos.
However, this also exacerbated the chaos around him.
Cracks in space began to appear around him.
Arka controlled his power.
He directed the naturally occurring spatial rifts around the Newborn God.
The resulting spatial rifts immediately began to shatter the Newborn God's flesh and blood.
The overwhelming destructive force reduced the Newborn God's flesh and blood to nothing but its head.
The head then fell back into space.
However, the spatial rifts scattered all around him seemed to have been infected by the flesh and blood, transforming into structures resembling wounds or mouths.
They even sprouted lips and teeth.
These mouths opened.
The Newborn God crawled out again.
All the mouths opened, and from each emerged a dozen or so Newborn Gods, each looking identical and even possessing immense power.
These Newborn Gods' flesh and blood began to fly towards Alka.
From all directions.
Faced with this situation, Alka was forced to retreat, controlling the large amount of seawater. One by one, they formed into spikes of icy ice.
Directly manipulating the surrounding seawater was faster and more powerful than his ability to create elements remotely.
However, such attacks alone seemed unlikely to have any effect on them.
Looking at one of the bodies that had already rushed in front of him, Alka backhandedly slammed his palm into its chest.
The elemental card formed by energy pressed against its chest and then exploded.
A portion of its chest immediately shattered, and the flesh inside was reduced to ash.
The enemy was too numerous and their recovery ability was too strong. Even with Alka's powerful destructive power, the flesh would still grow rapidly.
"Bang!"
A violent chaotic explosion.
Alka himself was blown away, one hand reduced to a bloody mess, and wounds all over his body and waist and abdomen were also caused by the explosion, which also caused a dissolving effect.
Only a few of the surrounding flesh and blood bodies remained.
These flesh and blood bodies converged into a new god.
He looked at Alka.
He frowned.
"This is already your limit... Why not use the divine power within your soul and spirit?
You seem to have little respect for this battle."
His expression was extremely grim.
To maintain fairness, he used the most powerful force he could currently summon in this mortal realm. Even stronger would only be enough for his true form to fall, and that was impossible.
And the most powerful force he could summon in this mortal realm was a match for Alka before him.
He was in relatively good shape, but the power Alka was exerting was completely outmatched.
Especially now, he was almost completely suppressed.
The soul power he should have used remained unused, and the power he had used in the dream had been used only briefly.
According to his understanding, this should be Alka's strongest power.
Alka didn't respond, but continued to control his power.
"I thought you just wanted to learn more about me, to understand my fighting style, but now, it seems you need enough pressure before you're willing to use it."
The Newborn God said nothing more, raising his spear directly at Alka.
The flesh-and-blood wings behind him suddenly spread open, then transformed into strands of silk that pierced the air.
He seemed tired of playing around and wanted to truly use his power to force Alka to use his full strength.
Eyes appeared one after another in the surrounding space.
This time, there were even more than before.
Thousands of eyes, large and small, were densely packed around him, staring directly at Alka from every angle and direction.
These eyes weren't entirely human; various cat-like and eagle-like eyes, even the compound eyes of insects, were present.
Mouth after mouth appeared.
Human lips with two rows of teeth, mouths of all sorts of creatures, appeared.
These mouths sometimes opened, sometimes closed.
Through the gaps in each open mouth, you could see faceless faces within.
From within each mouth, it seemed as if a newborn god could crawl out.
Finally, limbs, one after another, formed from arms, emerged from the air.
The newborn god instantly transformed the surrounding environment.
The numerous eyes stopped Alka in his tracks.
His thoughts were scattered.
The arms grasped Alka's limbs, tightening their grip.
The lips began to bite down on Alka's flesh.
Some of the faceless figures within began to transform, faces crawling out. This scene was terrifying and horrifying. It was like falling into a surreal, horrifying world.
It was hard to imagine this happening in reality. Seeing this, the people on the boat finally couldn't bear it anymore and prepared to forcibly rescue Alka.
But they were suddenly unable to move. An invisible mirror blocked their path. Alka's power.
At this moment, Alka, unable to move and distracted, opened his eyes again. Invisible waves spread out in all directions.
Eyes closed.
Mouths suddenly opened and closed, even drooling.
The arms that had been holding him collapsed.
They weren't destroyed. Rather, they had fallen asleep under the powerful force.
Alka returned to his original position.
The pupils in his eyes were still the same golden crystal.
‐‐But his face was covered with misty oil paint, like something from a dream.
‐‐One could even see an image of illusory crystals, resembling deer antlers, on Alka's head.
‐‐"Haha, that's right."
‐‐Looking at Alka, who seemed to have been completely rejuvenated and whose power had surged, the newborn god smiled.
‐‐Because he felt enough pressure.
‐‐The power from the dream was powerful, constantly oppressing him.
Around him.
An oppressive force emanated from Alka.
Alka looked at him with golden eyes.
"Five minutes, only five minutes."
Then he looked down at the crown-level treasure encased in flesh and blood, perched on the crooked Trial Tower on the back of the flesh island.
His body bore the full power of his spirit and soul.
The pressure suddenly increased.
As time passed, his body would gradually break down.
Until it completely shattered in five minutes.
This process was irreversible.
He had to kill the newborn god before him within five minutes, then obtain the crown-level treasure and absorb it.
This was the only way to prevent his body from completely collapsing.
And indeed, a red light flickered within it.
"Five minutes? Okay! Come on!"
The Newborn God laughed.
As long as the battle was swift and intense enough, five minutes would be enough to decide the outcome. He was willing to use all his strength to completely clash with Alka in that time.
He also roughly understood why Alka was unwilling to use his full strength.
So, he couldn't understand mortals either.
Why did they consider their bodies so important?
"Lost World!"
Alka said.
He stretched his hands out, fingers spread into palms.
In an instant, the entire island and its surroundings were forcibly dragged into the world of dreams by Alka's power.
In the blink of an eye, the surroundings were transformed into a bizarre dreamscape.
Countless gigantic dream creatures swarmed around.
Alka's crystal throne appeared behind him at some point, and Alka sat on it.
Invisible pressure once again pressed down upon the Newborn God.
Now.
The offense and defense had reversed.
Memories and passion flashed across the Newborn God's face.
It was as if he were back in his youth, forced to wrest his divinity from those beasts.
The surrounding eyes were forced open once again, bloodshot eyes spreading, some eyes even exploding.
The fleshy lips began to twist and bleed.
The arms twisted like the corpse of a demon.
The Newborn God himself had become a monster made of flesh and blood.
The densely packed arms stretched out in the surrounding space.
The power penetrated Alka's body, seated on the throne.
Faced with the attacks piercing his body, Alka ignored them and sat on the throne.
The spiritual force began to oppress.
The Newborn God struggled to protect his eyes, preventing the intense force from affecting his spirit and causing blood loss.
One eye after another began to blur, and eyes continued to explode in the air.
His lips seemed to be torn and dissipated.
Arms were broken and ripped apart.
Countless attacks continued to pour down on Alka.
The Newborn God persisted, still attacking frantically.
Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that both sides were now focused on attacking, abandoning any defense.
He saw it.
Even though Alka forced his own power to flow through his body,
Under such pressure, his body remained immobile on the throne.
It wasn't that Alka didn't want to hide, but that he couldn't.
He was using the intense power of his dream spirit to harass the strange elemental power, attacking it.
Now,
It all depended on who would fall first. Facing those attacks, Alka's body remained largely ethereal, but the intensity of the attacks meant he occasionally sustained real damage.
‐‐Alka opened his eyes.
‐‐A golden light shone brightly.
‐‐With his shattered body, Alka knew he couldn't hold out for much longer. He had to win the battle before his body was completely destroyed.
‐‐He had to unleash a fatal attack.
‐‐Seeing through the most fatal weakness.
‐‐A burst of power.
‐‐Finally.
‐‐Alka, his body covered in blood and tattered, stretched out his one remaining broken arm, still facing the direction of the New God.
‐‐And the New God's eyes finally burst open.
‐‐His body began to dissipate.
"I hope you've succeeded by the time I see you again. Then, in the astral realm, use..."
Completely dissipated.
Arka instantly lifted the dream island into reality.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, and a large amount of internal organs gushed out from the wound.
Arka's body.
Less than a third remained.