What? What is it?

As Tiran casually inquired, not far away from him, just as Shadir was hit and fell from the sky, a figure descended from above with a heavy and imposing presence.

The control of force by that figure was perfect, and upon landing, there was no substantial impact, but an invisible pressure deeply imprinted itself on the minds of the three present.

Even Xiang Ling, who had fused with the immortal spirit and ascended to the realm of the gods, could clearly feel her immense power.

"The Goddess of the West Land?"

Xiang Ling furrowed her brow uncertainly.

It must be, right? Tiran already had the answer in his heart; it was as clear as day. And there were only a few deities in the West Land, excluding the Goddess of the Light and the Elf deity. Judging from the wild nature radiating from her, it was hard to believe she wasn't an Orc deity.

Her slightly dull gray long hair was undecorated, flowing wildly like a lion's mane behind her. Her iris emitted a wolf-like emerald hue. The upper body was covered by a fur chest strap that concealed the vigorous peaks, overlaying with a short coat. A fluffy gray tail under a short fur skirt was quite eye-catching. The distinctly visible muscle lines on her wheat-colored skin bore many lighter scars from past wounds, hinting at a proud attitude of keeping them.

---With the power of a deity, such scars could easily be erased. Perhaps leaving them was a way of pride and remembrance?

And the ears, one of the main features of the Orc race... Maybe they were hidden beneath that overly fluffy long hair?

Other than that, there were few traces of the Orc race on this deity, simply a large-size wild beauty.

Yes, a large size.

In Tiran's estimation, this Orc deity likely stood over two meters tall, a type completely unmanageable for humans. Even the black-skinned muscle type wouldn't affect her XP system.

Wait, no, it seems the focus now is not on that, but rather this deity seems quite upset right now.

Is it because of the swordsman getting wounded? But, it seems even after dealing with Tiran and Aya, the Goddess of the Light didn't appear in such a rushed manner. Or perhaps Orcs are more protective?

Perhaps it's because she has dealt with the Goddess of the Light, Elf deity, and that self-proclaimed deity from before, Tiran doesn't actually feel much reverence towards deities; he can think rationally.

In comparison, Granzon already wore a grave expression. Even though he remained calm, his tense muscles and the nearly uncontrollable release of Chi showed that King Granzon still couldn't control his trembling when facing the Orc deity who didn't restrain her aura.

Even so, it was already quite rare for regular humans. After all, deities couldn't be categorized into their original races anymore. Being so powerful, categorizing them under a new "Divine Species" seemed more appropriate.

"Dad, you go first, retreat quickly, the sooner, the better."

Noticing Granzon's condition, Tiran whispered and discreetly moved in front of Granzon, extending the spatial rule slightly to shield him from the pressure exerted by the deity.

Even as an observer, he probably didn't have the qualification to stand in the front-row seats below the Holy Rank.

And if these two, no, these two deities really fought, it would be a devastating blow to the two armies that were still clashing.

"Human over there."

The Orc deity spoke, her emotion in her voice conflicting with the anger she had already shown, unexpectedly calm. "Are you the new god on the human side? Wasn't it agreed among the deities that intervention on behalf of other deities was prohibited?"

"If by human you mean the humans of the Western Continent, I do not belong to your world, so your agreements naturally do not concern me."

Facing a deity of the same level, Xiang Ling did not waver, staring at the other party expressionlessly.

"Hmph, not from the Western Continent? The deities of the East Land haven't been contacted for a long time."

The Orc deity pondered Xiang Ling's words for a moment, a cold smile creeping up her lips.

Hmm?

Before Tiran could even react, Xiang Ling in front of him had disappeared from her original position, and a strong wind swept in, making it difficult to keep his eyes open unless he crouched low and used Chi to resist the wind pressure.

When the wind pressure subsided a little, Tiran could see what had happened.

From where Xiang Ling originally stood in front of himself to a hundred meters behind, deep traces were left where Xiang Ling's feet had sunk into the ground. The weapon, a long spear, lay horizontally in front of her, but even with the red light and aura's support similar to Chi, the spear couldn't withstand the intensity of the attack and fractured directly.

Looking back at the Orc deity still standing in place, she had only thrown a punch with her right fist.

"This punch is considered a punishment for my advocate."

Seeing Xiang Ling easily bear this punch, satisfaction glinted in the eyes of the Orc deity. Even a simple punch from a deity with the power of the Realm, if it didn’t kill, would leave one severely injured.

"Then, it is time for us to spar."

Hiss... This isn't good.

Tiran felt like running away; even though he had made a deal with deities and played tricks, the current situation involved two genuine deities, and he understood well that when gods fought, mortals suffered collateral damage.

"A battle? Perfect, I am also interested in the Western deities."

Also a lover of combat, Xiang Ling had no intention of refusing. Discarding the now useless weapon, she condensed the red light into the form of a long spear in her hand, pointing it at the Orc deity.

"Anastasia, the deity of Destruction."

"Xiang Ling."

After exchanging their names, a rare direct confrontation between two deities erupted.

There were no dazzling magical lights or clashes of divine realms; the battle between the deities was so straightforward it was astonishing.

Amidst the flying debris, Anastasia leaped into the air and threw a punch towards Xiang Ling.

Anastasia's method of attack was brutally straightforward, not even using a weapon; relying solely on the speed and strength of her body, she made it impossible for any opponent below the deity level to resist.

Xiang Ling was even a beat too slow, as she found herself unable to counter the ferocious close-range speed due to her long spear’s advantage being nullified.

"Too slow!"

A punch landed on Xiang Ling's defending long spear, effortlessly shattering it.

Xiang Ling was startled as years of combat training kicked in; she immediately tried to dodge, but Anastasia's next punch swiftly followed suit.

Even though the protective red light blazed intensely into a shield to withstand the punch, Anastasia’s fist still pierced through the shield, hitting Xiang Ling’s body.

Almost bearing the second punch with her body due to its overwhelming strength, Xiang Ling, feeling as if her body was crumbling, even affecting her immortal spirit and soul.

This was probably Anastasia's concept, akin to a saint’s Dao and the rules of Holy Rank.

"Destruction, huh?"

As her divine realm enveloped her body, protecting her from the impact of Destruction, Xiang Ling regained her full spirit.

Facing an entity that had survived for tens of thousands of years as a newly-born deity, the difficulty of this battle far exceeded any she had encountered before.

For her, the current choices boiled down to a pure power contest through divine realm collisions or resorting to a more primitive form of combat akin to exchanging fist blows.

But compared to the previous clashes, the power struggle seemed harder to win—she might not be beaten as badly, but in a pure power confrontation, her strength, powered by the faith of her followers as a new deity, was clearly no match for the Orc deity, who had been protecting the Orc race for millennia.

So, perhaps a more direct, brutal battle method would be more hopeful.

"Then, come at me."

The deep black pupils of Xiang Ling seemed to sparkle with starlight.

"I thought you'd waste time forever!"

As the arrow rain stopped, Anastasia's figure leaped into the air, bursting upward to meet Xiang Ling amidst multiple consecutive afterimages, her right fist surging with an unsettling aura.

"Ha!!"

Accompanied by an exhilarating roar, a fist carrying the law of destruction was launched towards Xiang Ling's face.

But Xiang Ling was already prepared.

As a warrior, soldier, and deity who also appreciated direct and rough combat tactics, she understood Anastasia's intentions very well—after all, her "Dao" had similar abilities.

Thus, she could anticipate and utilize them in advance.

She applied the space rule that she conjured in her mind to her hands, trying to buy some time before Anastasia’s Destruction took effect.

Then, Xiang Ling cleverly “entwined” her hands around Anastasia's unstoppable punch.

Eastern Martial Arts: Flowing Clouds Transforming Rain.