Cornered

"S-so, the Martial Blade God died for nothing?!"

Edward couldn't believe what he was hearing. His ancestor had given his all in an epic showdown against the Nether, and he had even protected all of them—no, the whole world—in the process.

Yet… his sacrifice had been in vain?

"No. The Martial Blade God did well in fighting the Nether. That means he's expended a lot of power. Plus, with that blast's effects, I can only imagine that he's gotten even weaker."

Kazen was simply trying to say that the Nether would be a far easier target now that the Martial Blade God had played his part.

"But how are we supposed to stop him if the Martial Blade God couldn't?" Ivan spoke, sighing as he shook his head.

The situation was too messed up for a simple man, like him, to wrap his head around.

"Ivan has a point. If we can't even kill him, then what are we supposed to do? " Jerry asked, looking at everyone in the floating fortress.