If it were an ordinary person, this blow would be more than enough to kill him.

But the Father of War seemed unaffected, not even shivering, and his slashing motion remained utterly flawless.

Boom! Boom!

Two consecutive loud explosions.

The first came from the Enemy Striker slicing into the Divine Power Shield.

Over a hundred Shadow Flyers attacked simultaneously, unable to breach the Divine Power Shield.

Yet it was shattered by a single axe from the Father of Combat.

And that wasn’t the end; the momentum of the two-handed battle axe didn’t diminish in the slightest, heavily striking the thick city wall.

Compared to the Divine Power Shield, the wall was even more vulnerable, and it was instantly blasted open with a huge gap.

For the surrounding Jackalweres, this was a catastrophic disaster.

Not to mention being hit by the Enemy Striker, even being struck by the flying debris could potentially be fatal to them.

"All troops attack! Salamanda, what are you waiting for? Seize the breach!"

Gaven had been waiting for this moment, giving the attack command to the Undead Slaughter Army without hesitation.

"Imran, assist me, and I’ll share half of the spoils with you!" The Giant Bone King, without hesitation, pleaded for aid from his close friend, the Skeleton Dragon King.

In such a battlefield, even he couldn’t help but be a little cautious.

"Alright!" The Skeleton Dragon King agreed readily, transforming into a Skeleton Tornado and teaming up with the Giant Bone King to whirl towards the breach.

The Shadow Flyer combat squad was the first to arrive. They not only went all-out but also maximized their speed, filling the air with their roaring sounds.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Skeleton cannonballs rained down as if they cost nothing.

This time, without any surprises, they landed accurately within Yenogu’s Siege.

The impact was just as devastating as expected.

Striking the city defense ballista, it could smash them to pieces.

Hitting the Jackalweres, they fell in swathes.

It’s just that any situation can be feared when compared.

Such a scene, if it had occurred before the Godhood forms of the Father of Combat and the King of the Jackalweres appeared, would be absolutely overwhelming and a fatal blow to the morale of the Jackalweres.

But now, the assault by the Shadow Flyers seemed like child’s play, with no one paying much attention.

All eyes were focused on the two towering Giants, not only because their every move could bring devastating blows, but because their victory or defeat would determine their future and life or death.

At least for those Jackalweres.

Anyone with insight could see that the Father of Combat had the absolute upper hand in this duel.

His combat style brimmed with boldness and elegance, exemplifying the aesthetics of violence with every powerful strike, wielding both his strength and timing to perfection, seamless like tempered steel.

He paid no heed to his own injuries, laughing heartily while continuing to attack, attack, and attack.

On the opposite side, the King of the Jackalweres contrasted sharply.

Without a Lifebound Divine Artifact, he couldn’t complement his Godhood form with any weapons, forced to battle with just one arm.

Taking three blows where the Father of Combat exchanged injuries for injuries, nearly losing the other arm, his fighting style instantly became timid and retreating, fleeing in disarray.

A Demon God who worships berserk ferocity and offense, when caught in defense and retreat, was already on the losing end.

The Father of Combat’s attack was twofold; besides physical, it encompassed verbal Law. "Your body is far more honest than your mouth, having already admitted that you’re a coward."

"I believe your mouth must be the toughest part of you now; when you die, I’ll definitely use it to forge a new weapon named Yenogu’s Hard Mouth... haha..."

At the Father of Combat’s level, he wouldn’t utter useless bluster.

He was using this method to shake the heart god of those Jackalwere Petitioners, intertwining the reality of the King’s cowardice into their perception.

If they regarded the King’s current actions as cowardly, and their numbers were sufficient, it would indeed affect the King of the Jackalweres.

What kind of True God one becomes.

It’s not merely about the True God; how believers perceive them is crucial, especially for race gods like the King of the Jackalweres, whose traits often reflect onto all Jackalweres, becoming racial labels.

Berserk, bloodthirsty, barbaric.

This is the original racial personality of the Jackalweres, not absolute, but most Jackalweres exhibit this demeanour, with the more faithful to their King embodying it more.

A cross-multiverse uniformity that the King of the Jackalweres played a significant role in establishing.

Now the Father of Combat seeks to forcibly tear the berserk trait from the King of the Jackalweres and affix cowardice in its place.

Should this succeed, the blow to the Jackalwere race would be devastating.

Cowardly, bloodthirsty, barbaric.

Doesn’t this racial character sound familiar?

Yes, goblins exhibit this demeanor, sitting at the bottom rung of the monster food chain, used as enslaved cannon fodder.

It’s possible that Jackalweres may find themselves scrapping for food with goblins from the same bowl.

The King of the Jackalweres obviously had no mind to consider such distant issues; dealing with the immediate situation had already drained his energy, as they were now embroiled in a Divine War over the position of their Godhood.