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The situation on the battlefield became increasingly intense, and the reformist gods gradually felt powerless and desperate. As the goddess of wisdom and strategy, Athena is usually calm and composed, but now she couldn't help but touch her head, her expression revealing a hint of helplessness: "It's no use, Hera Kles, she's just too strong..." Her voice was full of recognition for Hera Kles's unparalleled power, while also expressing concern about the current situation of Genghis Khan.
Loki serves as the strategic core of the reformists. Even in the face of adversity, he always manages to find a way out. However, at this moment, even as he rapidly considers various possible strategies in his mind, he cannot conceal the anxiety and helplessness on his face.
The Nezha, famous for his youthful energy and revolutionary actions, appeared somewhat lost and dejected at the moment. He slowly made his way back to his seat, sighing and self-deprecatingly saying, "Oh! It seems that Genghis Khan isn't doing so well either?" His words revealed disappointment in the battle situation of Genghis Khan, reflecting the overall mood of the reformists - they felt strong uncertainty and disappointment about the outcome of the battle.
In the reformist camp, the voice of Asura King Poji echoed through the field like thunder, his eyes firm and full of conviction: "No! Don't lose!" His words were not only an encouragement to Genghis Khan, but also a motivation for the entire reformist group. His voice was full of strength, as if telling Genghis Khan that even in the face of extreme adversity, the fight must not be given up.
Indra, despite the recent thunder attack failing to hit Hera Kles, which has shaken his confidence, his trust and expectation in Genghis Khan remain undiminished. His voice is full of challenge and encouragement: "You are the man I have chosen! Don't let that bastard Hera Kles win so easily!" His words carry the unique passion and determination of a war god, as if conveying an indomitable fighting spirit to Genghis Khan.
Other reformist gods have also joined in the encouragement. Their words are full of strength and passion, each sentence injecting new energy into Genghis Khan. Their voices reverberate in the arena, forming a powerful wave of support and belief, providing endless courage and fighting spirit for Genghis Khan in this life-and-death duel.
In Genghis Khan's ears, the cheers and encouragement of the gods rose and fell, forming an invisible force, as if trying to pull him out of the depths of despair. However, even though his heart was filled with the desire to stand up again, Genghis Khan's legs were as if firmly locked in cement, unable to move. In his line of sight, there was only Hera Kles holding the hammer high, like the arrival of the Grim Reaper, irresistible.
Hera Kles stood there, like an immovable giant rock, his eyes projecting onto Genghis Khan through the hammer. His voice was deep and powerful: "Mortal, you have proven your strength. But there are some difficulties that an existence like yours may never be able to overcome." His words contained both praise for Genghis Khan's brave resistance and a hint of an insurmountable reality.
Genghis Khan's eyes were filled with complex emotions. He felt both resignation towards the impending outcome and awe towards the absolute power of Heracles. Amidst the cheers of the gods, he once again felt the weight of battle and understood that this fight was not just a physical confrontation, but also a test of spirit. In his heart, there was both reluctance and a glimmer of hope for the future, wishing to find a way out even in such a predicament.
In the arena, Heracles' momentum was overwhelming like a rainbow, as he asked Genghis Khan once again, with a hint of respect in his voice: "Genghis Khan, do you surrender?" His gaze was profound, seemingly searching for the answer in Genghis Khan's eyes.
Genghis Khan, even though exhausted, raised his weapon high with both hands, too weak to swing it, only able to barely support his body. He shook his head, a determined and confident smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: "Never!" In these three words, his determination and indomitable spirit were fully expressed.
Hera heard this response and sighed helplessly. He knew that his opponent in front of him, even in such a desperate situation, still maintained an unyielding heart. Hera raised his mace high, preparing to deliver the final blow. His movement was fierce and swift, the mace carrying overwhelming power and speed, directly striking at Genghis Khan. This blow seemed to symbolize the end of the battle and also paid tribute to Genghis Khan's indomitable spirit.
When Hera Klerus's mallet was about to fall, a piercing cry of an old eagle cut through the noise of the battlefield. Iron King, the brave eagle, disregarding its already injured wings, vigorously flapped and charged towards the impending fatal blow of Hera Klerus.
At this decisive moment, Genghis Khan felt a strong surge of anger and helplessness. He did not want to see his loyal comrade sacrifice himself to protect him. But in the instant this thought arose in his mind, Iron King had already flown in front of him, bravely facing Hera Klerus's attack.
That huge force directly hit Iron King. Under the impact of this force, Iron King's body was fiercely knocked into the air, ultimately turning into countless fragments. The battlefield fell silent, with only Iron King's final cry still echoing. This scene not only shocked all the gods present, but also filled Genghis Khan's heart with sorrow and anger.
Genghis Khan looked at Iron King disappearing in the air, with deep sadness and unwillingness flashing in his eyes. At this moment, he not only lost a comrade on the battlefield, but also lost a long-time companion.
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