Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

His speed was so fast that Loren could barely react, only managing to defend himself.

Even with the protection of the Divine Era's wind, Loren couldn't completely evade Hesintos's splitting slashes.

Line after line appeared on Loren's body, blood flowed once more, staining his black robe.

His wounds were healing at full speed, but the rate was slowing, and even the scars were becoming increasingly apparent.

Loren's face turned haggard, his breathing became rapid, his movements noticeably sluggish, and even evasion seemed strenuous.

"At the end, you will be shattered—"

Hesintos suddenly exploded.

His speed reached unprecedented heights, countless sword qi surged towards Loren from all directions.

Those sword qi severed the wind and snow outside of the scene, dividing and cutting the entire picture with the center as the focus point.

Loren barely resisted, each defense had more sword qi breaking through his lines, leaving deep scars on his body.

The Divine Light of the God Era kept flickering, the healing wind was doing its utmost to repair these wounds, but the healing speed could no longer keep up with the damage rate.

Blood rained down like a storm, turning the stationary Loren into a bloodied figure, also staining the snow-white ground.

The Bingxue Witch pressed her lips together, not daring to gaze again at the clearly segmented scene on the giant screen, focusing all her energy on the battle in front.

"Loren, you must win, I haven't apologized to you yet."

The Bingxue Witch blessed internally, while also praying to the Goddess of Destiny.

...

Above the Saint Kray Temple at the south of Bulida.

The battle between the War God and the Demon Race slowed after reaching halfway.

On one hand, they were questioning Gaiat, on the other, their attention was caught by the scene outside of Hesintos and Loren's battle in Blood Moon City.

They weren't anxious because Loren's situation was getting worse.

"It's over, there's a gap even among Ninth-order, Hesintos has been at the peak of Eighth-order for too long, inherently capable of reversing Ninth-order, now having adapted for three days after advancing to Ninth-order, more than Loren with an additional Red Legend Divine Sword, Loren, temporarily pushed to Ninth-order by Lanci, can't possibly defeat Hesintos."

Antanas held her head, talking to Pranay.

She observed Pranay, since Pranay hadn't run away now, it almost confirmed this Pranay was a skeletal clone.

"..."

Pranay only gazed intently at the screen.

Loren's aura was indeed becoming chaotic, every movement seemed to exhaust his strength, his forehead was drenched in cold sweat, the light in his eyes gradually dimming.

But it was also a look of realization from an elder.

Loren was gradually adapting to this ultra-high intensity.

"Loren's recovery speed is clearly accelerating, the wounds are becoming increasingly shallow."

Pranay spoke to himself.

"Is there?"

Antanas looked at the scene, then at Pranay.

She completely couldn't see it.

Perhaps this was the difference in observation between her and Pranay, some things perhaps only Pranay found "obvious."

Probably only when it becomes particularly noticeable could she truly perceive it.

Sinola gazed defensively at the three War Gods, preventing them from suddenly attacking.

The Ninth Army God, Purple Crystal Ryan, held his forehead.

Ryan was now only thankful that the three Great Demon Clan across had a very low intention of attack, as long as they didn't fight, the Demon Race would immediately cease, mixing even worse than the three.

"Gaiat, are you the traitor? Why don't you speak?"

The communication channel in the ear still echoed the Fourth War God Yaspeel's angry inquiry, after Loren was released, the War Gods quickly synchronized the latest situation, and were puzzled by the suddenly projected Blood Moon City scene.

"..."

Unfortunately, the signal from Gaiat's side had already been cut off, unable to provide answers.

Yaspeel didn't want to believe Gaiat was the traitor; Gaiat had always been dutiful to the empire, always considered a trustworthy companion, yet all actual outcomes pointed to Gaiat being the one who betrayed them.

"Gaiat is not the traitor."

A voice suddenly echoed through the communication channel and above the monastery.

"?"

Ryan and Ambica looked towards the suddenly speaking Julius.

They didn't understand why Julius was so calm now and could make such an assertion.

"Julius, why do you infer this, do you know something?"

Yaspeel immediately asked.

"Because the traitor among the Twelve War Gods is me."

Julius replied calmly.

At that moment, neither Ryan nor Bianca by his side reacted, nor did they manage to suddenly distance themselves from him.

"Julius, are you joking? It's not a good time for jokes now."

Ryan and Bianca could only look incredulously at Julius and ask him.

They suspected everyone but never suspected Julius.

Even now hearing Julius affirm it himself, they didn't want to believe it.

Even more puzzled about why Julius, being a traitor, would voluntarily admit it instead of ambushing them!

"Ryan, Bianca, keep your distance from Julius first."

The rest of the communication fell into silence, only Yaspeel instructed.

Ryan and Bianca could only comply, still staring at Julius, hoping he would give an explanation.

By now, they had no choice but to believe Julius's words.