"Retreat!"
The cloaked figure stood in the attic, arms behind his back, gazing at the battlefield. His expression was calm, like an abyss: "Divine, today the Divine has newly forged his divine form; his divine power is not full. Meanwhile, all the gods surround us, and their might is at its peak. It would be wise for us to avoid their sharpness temporarily, gather strength, and wait until the Divine's divine essence is restored and the divine form is perfected before engaging in discourse with them and competing for supremacy."
Upon hearing this, Supreme Heavenly Venerate's eyes turned sharp as blades, glancing back at the attic.
She was evidently unwilling, but at that moment, the devouring flame suddenly detonated blackened patterns at her shoulder blades. The newborn flesh was burned into ashes as soon as it coagulated.
