And then he was instantly focused down.
There was no suspense at all; he was vaporized on the spot.
That kind of terrifying scene scared the piss out of everyone who'd still been clinging to a lucky streak.
Turns out it wasn't that the other guy was too weak—it was that they simply wanted to save energy and were unwilling to attack first.
After all, the weaker your Spiritual Power is, the lower your Defense Power.
Anyone with a brain would use the Rebel Army's methods.
Use the least consumption to trade for the greatest damage.
"Will the Divine Race really come to rescue us?" A Divine Master braced himself against the mental pressure, stirred his own Spiritual Power, and let his voice spread through the entire sky, so most of the Divine Race cannon-fodder troops could hear it.
Yeah, everyone had the same question in their hearts: will the Divine Race come to save us?
