Meanwhile, on the other battlefield, the Palm God was trading blows with the Battle God.
Every time he punched the Battle God, he would get one thrust from him. It kept clashing to see which one of them fell first.
However, the Palm God didn't want to save his advantageous skill, which was his one thousand hands, so he kept using it, forcing the Battle God in the constant run while trading blows.
"You are really a muscle brain Palm God. Now that you are here, away from the others, no one will be able to save you." The Battle God smirked as he raised his halberd.
"…" The Palm God remained silent and looked around, knowing that they were far away from the others. At least, they would need five minutes to even reach this place.
