Having lost tens of thousands of soldiers and three guardian gods, the Eastern War God—a being who had achieved the Triple Fusion from tens of thousands of eras ago—emerged from his chariot. His killing intent was so concentrated it could crack reality.
"You monstrous women! Taste the wrath of war!" He swung his colossal axe, splitting space-time in two, aiming directly at the head of the Goddess of Pride.
But Pride merely stood there with a disdainful, arrogant smile. To her, nothing in this world was worthy of even touching her robe. That absolute contempt activated the law of freezing: all weapons, attacks, and even the flow of Space-Time around her were frozen, completely still. The war axe stopped exactly one millimeter from her forehead, motionless as a painting.
"You are too slow, and too inferior," Pride said indifferently.
"Get out of the way so I can deal with him!"
A heart-wrenching scream rang out. The Goddess of Wrath charged forward like a fiery black shooting star. Without using any magic or complex barriers, she channeled all her primal rage into her brutal fists. She lunged directly at the God of War, her fists violently colliding with the indestructible Three-Corpse divine body.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Each punch from the Goddess of Wrath unleashed explosions that shook the East, shattering the protective armor of Golden Mana, forcibly disrupting the War God's mental balance, causing him to continuously vomit divine blood and retreat in humiliation.