Minis directed the Dragon Race to attack, but the fifty True Dragons turned out to be mere showpieces, nothing short of useless.
"In the presence of the Giant Dragon, I am unexpectedly a strong being!"
"The same True God, yet his Life Ring is so vast, and yet he is such a weakling!"
Those over twenty severely injured True Gods, who fought above their level against the Emperor, regained their confidence.
After all, no matter how useless they were, they were combat-type, whereas this dragon was merely a huge chunk of flesh with an empty realm, not a combat-type, fighting merely on its basic physique.
The most absurd part was, they didn't even have combat experience.
Yet, even so, they brought significant pressure, and in the end, the True Gods of the Divine Realm won a tragic victory over a two-on-one battle.
The battle lasted a day, but in the mortal world, a hundred years had already passed.
