But that's not the case; Ira could clearly see what the other person looked like.
"..."
How do we win?
I don't know (proud)!
...
What's the point of having so many wings displayed at the same time, besides looking cool?
I don't know (proud)!
...
Only the wings of the Crimson Dragon are effective; how can they unify the power?
I don't know (proud)!
...
Will I die?
I don't know (proud)!
...
Can we win?
Absolutely...possible!!!
...
Yes, Ira could hear. He could hear the hearts of every being connected to him through the suspended wing pillars... just as he could hear the hearts of Tikkap and Vera.
And the living beings, just as Tekapo controlled the floating pillars of Ira, can also control the mana that originally belonged to them. They can control their own power at this moment.
Because Iraq possesses the [Mana (prestige)] that allows them to use this power!
The voices of the myriad beings belonging to the nine planes were no longer chaotic, but gradually began to become clear and discernible...
...
[Satan Ye: Wow?! I can feel it, Mr. Ira's body, my Mana!]
Nephthys: I see. Then please accept... the power that belongs to me (the god).
[Isabella: Ah! We're about to crash head-on!]
[Favignon: Hahaha! In the end, you still need my help.]
[Black Black: I understand. Then... let the Mana of the Black Knights form the sharpest shell.]
[Rah: Then, my mana, become the most glorious sun.]
[Chiara: Even though you've already graduated, it wouldn't be bad to tutor you.]
[...]
Amidst the voices of the crowd, behind Ira, the pairs of [wings] that should have been unintentionally controlled began to move freely. Some unleashed various forms of attacks, while others repeatedly reinforced Ira's kick.
Iraq kicked down from the sky to the ground...
The World Tree Beast, throwing a punch from the ground towards the sky...
...
The radiance emanating from Ira grew ever brighter, with countless colorful and beautiful lights converging and illuminating the shattered world with a stunning rainbow.
Those are countless tiny glimmers of light, tiny specks of white, tiny specks of red, tiny specks of orange... That is the greatness formed by countless tiny specks converging together.
A miracle formed by the journey and the sights along the way.
This is Ira's answer—since she can't control the wing pillar, then let the wing pillar control her! Let love and feelings pull her along; if she can't give herself the answer, then let others give it to her!
This is the answer that Ira approves of; it's the answer he would simply smile and tacitly agree with when his students say it!
Let all those he loves and those he loves help answer this!
...
But it's still a little short... I can feel it, just a tiny bit more.
If, in this way, Ira, who traverses the ruins of countless planes from top to bottom and delivers a blow, collides with the World Tree Beast, which stays below countless planes, leaps across the seemingly flat [Clean] plains, and delivers a blow...
The result will only be that the World Tree Beast is severely injured and on the verge of death, and then begins to recuperate again...
There is only one way... and that is to achieve complete victory in this final blow.
But it was still just a tiny bit short, a negligible amount of power.
...
But Ira wouldn't think of any solutions... at least for this moment, he was a complete fool, just like Favignon, incapable of any wisdom.
[Dark Fisher: This feeling... This is the realm of the gods, my only believer. Let my Mana help you gain some divine power in this realm of the gods~]
As Ira fell, having traversed the realm of the gods, he acquired a trace of divinity.
[Raphael: Ita! Some of the mist from the celestial spring remains in the air!]
The angel Mana collected the water vapor floating in the air, temporarily relieving the fatigue of her body.
[Astral Body: The Astral Plane... It seems that even though the planes are damaged and merged, there are still correspondences between positions. There must be some rules governing this... Well, more importantly... the Astral Plane is my home turf.]
As it swiftly traversed the astral plane, Ira's body shimmered with the light of stardust.
[Ghost Dragon: I never imagined I'd one day become a part of your soul.]
The phantom of the soul began to swirl around Ira's right leg as he kicked down.
Celestial Realm - Astral Realm - Spirit Realm - Prime Plane - Void Realm - Shadow Realm - Hell...
[Isabella: The Prime Material Plane... the Prime Material Plane is utterly useless, ah... I swear, haha!]
No, seeing you so cheerful and happy is the best help to me... I am proud of you, my best student—Isabella.
Ira chuckled, a smile playing on her lips.
Lord of the Void Realm: ...Hmph, engaging in such useless actions.
Although the leader of the "decaying people" from the "decaying plane" whom they had never met said this, their illusory Mana, which flickered on and off, had already appeared around Ira.
[Shadow Life: ...]
Even the life forms in the shadow world, devoid of any intelligence—whether sharks, pythons, or bats—at this moment, extracted countless harvested life forces from the pitch-black fragments.
[Barr: So, who's the better speaker?]
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