Even though both sides have their own miraculous abilities, the players' baseline is still relatively high, at least for the players standing here.
Someone shouted "Victory," and soon that cry transformed into a chorus of shouts and battle cries echoing through the mountains near the Blood and Flesh Royal Court.
At the edge of the battlefield, Omon looked at the mighty dust cloud stirred up by Mork's fall, his expression darkening to the point of dripping water.
However, he did not make a move.
The strength of the Chosen One cannot be measured solely by their level of Extraordinary Power; one must also consider the strength of Divine Artifacts and the blessings in their bloodline.
Facing a Chosen Hero at their peak, along with the unfathomable "Flame King," the yet-to-be-active Colin, and tens of thousands of highly motivated Three Races Alliance Army... even as a Grandmaster, he had no certainty of victory.
No, to be precise, there was absolutely no chance of winning.
