Unlike the other two opponents, Golden Crocodile Douluo did not possess even the slightest trace of divine power.
He was purely a mortal Ultimate Douluo, yet he had still endured the attack. Such physical strength was extremely rare even among peak experts.
If an ordinary Level 98 or 99 soul master had taken that halberd strike head-on, their body would likely have been shattered instantly.
Even in another timeline, while still at Level 98, he had once endured a devastating strike from Tang Hao, an attack empowered by the divine energy of Asura himself.
Few mortals could boast such resilience.
Meanwhile, the Sea God phantom continued fighting calmly. With the continuous stream of divine power being transmitted from the Divine Realm, the projection possessed a seemingly endless reserve of energy.
Far above, the Asura God King quietly observed the battlefield through the divine realm chose to remain silent.He simply turned a blind eye to what was happening in the mortal world.
Back on the battlefield—the attacks continued relentlessly.
Golden flames flared once more around Qian Daoliu.
"Nine Sun Style—Second Form: Morning Butterfly."
His speed became so terrifying that it appeared as if multiple clones of him were attacking simultaneously from every direction.
Dozens of golden sword lights flashed like the wings of countless butterflies dancing in the morning sun.
At the same time—Bibi Dong launched her own attack.
"First Soul Skill—Half Moon."
Eight crescent-shaped blades of dark green light shot outward instantly.
The blades curved through the air like deadly moons, striking from eight different directions simultaneously.
The two attacks intertwined like a deadly storm around Bo Saixi and the Sea God phantom.
Yet the Sea God's phantom condensed a Trident with divine energy and spun it through the air with perfect control.
Some of the incoming attacks were directly deflected by it.Others slammed into a radiant shield formed from condensed divine energy surrounding the phantom.
Those attacks did not even manage to break through the barrier before dissipating.
The difference between mortal power and divine authority was clearly displayed.
Watching the attacks fail one after another—Qian Daoliu gradually felt a heavy pressure in his heart.
This battle…Was beginning to feel futile.He truly felt the massive difference between a mortal and a God
Yet despite understanding this—Qian Daoliu did not retreat.
He slowly raised the Holy Sword formed by his soul skill and held it before his chest.
Golden flames burned silently along the blade.His expression remained calm.
But the determination in his eyes was unshakable.
'Even if defeat is inevitable…I will not retreat.'
Afterall he believed that he had already lost everything and it would be better that he died fighting while seeking revenge for his grand daughter, even if the opponent is a God.
Facing the seemingly invincible phantom of a god, Qian Daoliu slowly closed his eyes.
The golden flames around him flickered quietly, as he lowered his head slightly.
In his heart, he began to pray as a believer who had devoted his entire life to faith one last time.
'The Almighty Angel Goddess…
The one who gazes upon this world from beyond the heavens…'
His voice echoed silently within his heart.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the phantom of Poseidon continued to watch the struggling mortals with calm amusement.
In the eyes of a true god, even peak mortals were little more than waves upon the ocean.
Their resistance was interesting—but ultimately meaningless.
Yet suddenly—The Sea God's expression changed as a massive surge of divine power erupted without warning.
"What?!"
His divine sense immediately focused on the source.
Golden light burst outward from Qian Daoliu's body like the rising sun and divine energy surged through his veins.
His entire body radiated a sacred brilliance that far surpassed the power he had displayed moments ago.
Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the divine light flowing through his hands, he clenched his fists slightly and a faint whisper escaped his lips.
"Thank you… Angel Goddess."
The goddess he had worshipped his entire life had finally answered him.
Moments ago, he had believed that prayer would be his final act before death. Golden radiance overflowed from Qian Daoliu's eyes as divine power surged within him.
A calm confidence slowly appeared on his face.
"Now…"
He looked directly at the Sea God's phantom.
"I believe I can defeat even a projection of a god."
Not far away, Bibi Dong heard his whisper clearly.
Her eyes flickered slightly and without hesitation—she also closed her eyes and began to pray.
Moments later—Another pulse of divine energy erupted.
The Sea God phantom sensed it immediately and his gaze shifted sharply toward Bibi Dong.
The power surrounding Qian Daoliu was holy, sacred, and filled with light.
Bibi Dong's divine energy, however…was dark as it carried an aura of corruption, destruction, and something profoundly sinister.
Two different divine forces now stood on the battlefield opposite to Sea God's phantom.
Qian Daoliu slowly raised his Holy Sword.His voice was calm as he spoke to the phantom before him.
"You are a god."
"You must look down upon mortals… believing that we cannot harm you."
He paused briefly.
"After all… mortals lack divine techniques."
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"But don't worry....I prepared an attack… specifically for you."
The air around him began to distort violently. All the light in the canyon seemed to gather toward his blade. The flames on the Holy Sword dimmed, then vanished completely.
A strange darkness replaced them.
"Nine Sun Style… Ninth Form."
Qian Daoliu's voice echoed like distant thunder.
"Extinction Black Hole."