After releasing the Star-Bone Body, a faint sense of weakness surged within Sterl. Even with his immense stamina, he felt a hint of fatigue.
"Still not strong enough."
He looked upwards, his gaze seemingly piercing through dimensional space, seeing the covetous and greedy eyes of the upper realms.
This time, he had won. But only he knew the risks and dangers involved.
Especially the dozens of soul spears Tosman had unleashed, which had nearly killed him in Star-Bone Body and even damaged a fragment of his soul's origin. If his soul hadn't been strong enough, he would likely have been severely wounded.
Moreover, neither Artigas nor Tosman had yet unleashed their full strength. If it hadn't been for the burst of twenty thousand high-level soul power, the outcome might not have been certain.
