The 'things' involved in the siege are increasing.
The various divine arts descending from the sky continuously weaken his flesh, recovery power, and even morale.
The 'bullets' fired by the mechanical army form an unending tidal wave, coming one after another.
Even more terrifying,
Is the combined power of over a hundred Dragon Descendants, like hammers striking his body one after another.
"Boom!"
Despite Carl having cultivated the Holy Demon Transformation to the Ninth Layer, acquired the Golden Body, and possessing terrifying recovery power,
Facing such relentless attacks, he is on the brink of collapse.
Strike out with palm!
Spin around!
Change footwork!
...
All kinds of martial arts and witchcraft are performed by him, and under increasing pressure, originally unfamiliar techniques gradually become proficient, and formerly incompatible magic doors slowly merge into one.
The Ancient Knight grows through tempering, as does Carl.
