With enough time to adapt and accumulate, Bibi Dong could quickly possess the strength of a genuine Rank 1 God, thanks to the power of the Rakshasa God position.
Now was the most dangerous and unpredictable moment for her.
A god driven by wrath and obsession often possesses destructive power far exceeding their normal state.
When her attack was blocked, the madness in Bibi Dong's eyes intensified. Her Rakshasa Scythe pointed at Xiao Wu and Jing Yuan, and her icy voice rang out across the heavens and earth: "Those who block me shall die."
Facing Bibi Dong's declaration, which was saturated with madness and destruction, Jing Yuan and Xiao Wu exchanged glances, both seeing a look of solemnity in the other's eyes.
A deity plunged into frenzy, even one whose power was not yet complete, was by no means an opponent to be taken lightly.
"It seems we cannot resolve this peacefully."
Jing Yuan sighed softly. The General's Sword in his hand vibrated slightly, emitting a clear, ringing hum.
The golden lightning that had previously coiled gently around him suddenly became furious, roaring like an awakened thunder dragon.
Xiao Wu did not speak, simply taking a deep breath. Blue divine power burned fiercely around her like flames. The powerful coercion was in no way inferior to the Rakshasa God opposite her.
She had just finished absorbing her counterpart, and the injuries within her body had greatly improved.
"Kill."
Bibi Dong spoke no further. She swung the Rakshasa Scythe. This time, it was no casual strike.
Endless purplish-black evil energy surged from her body, transforming into twisted, wailing chains of vengeful souls that wrapped around Jing Yuan and Xiao Wu, covering the sky and the earth. Wherever they passed, even space was corroded, leaving sizzling marks—the Rakshasa divine skill, Vengeful Evil Binding Soul.
"Hmph."
Xiao Wu let out a delicate shout, her figure flashing like lightning, leaving streaks of afterimages in the air.
Her fists and legs were wrapped in blue divine power condensed to the extreme. With every swing and kick, she precisely shattered a cluster of vengeful soul chains. Blue light and purplish-black evil energy continuously collided and annihilated each other, creating ear-piercing explosions.
Her fighting style was direct and brutal, combining soft techniques with divine power, like a war goddess dancing gracefully yet lethally.
However, the vengeful soul chains were endless and contained a malicious power capable of eroding the soul.
Though Xiao Wu could protect herself, she was momentarily unable to break through the layers of encirclement.
Just then, Jing Yuan moved.
He did not rush forward, instead holding his General's Sword upright before him, his eyes seemingly brewing a golden thunder pool.
An aura far more vast and majestic than before surged into the sky.
"Illustrious divine presence, heed my command."
A low, authoritative chant rose from his mouth.
"Rumble—!!!"
The heavens above seemed to witness the overturning of a thunder pool.
Endless golden divine lightning gathered, and a colossal, heaven-spanning golden thunder god abruptly coalesced.
This giant god was clad in lightning armor, its face majestic but indistinct. It held a giant weapon forged from pure lightning and radiated a brilliant divine might that purified all evil and judged sin.
This was Jing Yuan's powerful aid—the Lightning Lord.
The moment the Lightning Lord appeared, it let out a roar that shook the world. The lightning weapon in its hand swept out horizontally.
In an instant, ten thousand rays of golden light burst forth. Countless golden thunderbolts, as thick as water barrels, rushed toward the sky-filling chains of vengeful souls like raging dragons.
The most yang and resolute Sky-Illuminating Divine Thunder was the nemesis of such shadowy, evil power.
"Sizzle—!"
Like boiling water poured over snow, the seemingly endless vengeful soul chains melted and disintegrated in large swathes under the impact of the golden sea of thunder, turning into smoke after emitting sharp shrieks.
Bibi Dong's offensive paused.
"How dare you."
Bibi Dong was furious, not expecting her opponent to possess such a technique.
The Rakshasa Scythe was raised high overhead. Purplish-black divine power was frantically infused into it. The scythe blade instantly swelled, transforming into a giant phantom scythe spanning the sky, imbued with the terrifying will to judge all beings and tear apart everything, slashing viciously toward the Lightning Lord and Jing Yuan beneath it.
Rakshasa World-Ending Slash.
This strike utilized the primordial power of the Rakshasa God position, its might far surpassing the previous attack.
"Roar!"
The Thunder Lord showed no fear. Its massive body stepped forward. It tightly gripped its lightning weapon with both hands, drawing upon the surrounding golden divine thunder, turning it into a golden lightning beam that ripped the firmament, meeting the purplish-black world-ending scythe blade head-on.
Simultaneously, Xiao Wu seized the opportunity.
Her figure flickered, appearing instantaneously on Bibi Dong's flank. All her divine power converged into a single point. Her lithe body rotated, executing a Waist Bow technique imbued with the power of collapse, aimed directly at Bibi Dong's lower abdomen.
"Insignificant trick."
Bibi Dong was surprised but not flustered. Her free left hand flashed with purple light, instantly deploying layer upon layer of Rakshasa Shields.
"Boom—!!!!!"
The golden lightning beam and the purplish-black scythe blade collided first.
This was immediately followed by Xiao Wu's Waist Bow smashing against the Rakshasa Shields.
The force of this clash far exceeded any previous one.
An indescribable thunderous roar erupted, as if the entire world were weeping.
The space at the collision center shattered inch by inch like broken glass, revealing the chaotic void turbulence beyond.
A terrifying energy halo, mixed with gold, blue, and purplish-black, spread rapidly at supersonic speed. Wherever it passed, mountain peaks were leveled, the earth was ripped open with bottomless ravines, and forests were scorched into bare ground.
The aftermath of a true god-level battle was world-shattering.
Far away, Qian Renxue, who was leading the Spirit Empire army, abruptly looked up. A trace of shock and solemnity flashed in her golden eyes. She clearly felt the frenzied divine power belonging to the Rakshasa God, and two other equally powerful, though different-attributed, god-level forces colliding.
"She... and who else?"
Even further away, Lu Jingming, who had already departed, paused slightly, looking back at the direction of the energy explosion. A hint of understanding and amusement crossed his eyes.
"Oh? They started fighting? Interesting."
Jingliu, next to him, also cast a silent glance, the distant energy storm reflected in her clear, cold eyes. She said nothing.
On the edge of the battlefield, Huo Yuhao's face drastically changed when the Lightning Lord descended and Bibi Dong erupted with her true divine power.
He unhesitatingly reopened the door to the Undead Demiplane, shoving Bei Bei, who was holding Tang Ya, inside.
"Get in and hide. It's too dangerous out there."
He remained by the doorway, anxiously watching the battle outside, while simultaneously controlling the power of the Undead Demiplane to firmly stabilize the entrance, preventing this spatial coordinate from collapsing under the aftermath of the god-level battle.
In the center of the battlefield, the first all-out confrontation temporarily ceased.
The colossal purplish-black scythe blade and the golden thunder giant both dissipated. Xiao Wu was also repelled by the recoil of the Rakshasa Shields.
Bibi Dong stood holding her scythe, her aura slightly disordered, but the madness in her eyes grew more intense.
She stared intently ahead.
Jing Yuan remained composed. Although the Lightning Lord's figure was dimmer, it still stood majestically, with lightning re-gathering around it.
Xiao Wu landed beside him, her breathing steady, her eyes sharp.
The three gods stood in opposition, their momentum stirring the winds and clouds.
Bibi Dong knew she had met a tough challenge today.
But the obsession and anger in her heart made it impossible for her to retreat even half a step.
"I'd like to see how long you can block me."
The Rakshasa divine power boiled again, and an even more terrifying aura was brewing.
This unconventional three-god battle, born of love, hate, and grudges, had clearly just entered its climax.
Outside the Slaughter City, the continuous mountain range resembled the spine of a giant beast crawling on the earth. The air was permeated with a faint bloody and brutal aura. Even the wind carried a biting chill.
Several streams of light were flying desperately over this ominous mountain range—it was Ma Xiaotao, Elder Xuan, and their group, who had narrowly escaped death from the main battlefield.
Ma Xiaotao was protected by Aglaia's power. Her fiery red hair was slightly messy, and her beautiful face still held the residual fear from the massive battle.
Han Ruoruo was also pale, her lips tightly pressed.
Behind them were Elder Xuan, with a withered aura and injuries, and the four other Super Douluos from Shrek. Xu Sanshi was shielded by Elder Xuan, and the cracks on his Tortoise Shell Shield spoke of the brutality of the earlier conflict.
They dared not fly at full speed, afraid that too great an energy fluctuation would draw any potential pursuers from behind. They could only suppress their soul power, racing along the ridges like frightened birds.
"Quickly, we should be temporarily safe once we pass through this mountain range."
Elder Xuan urged them in a hoarse voice, his cloudy eyes filled with lingering fear and urgency.
He took the rear, constantly scanning behind him vigilantly.
However, the fatal threat did not come from behind them.
Just as they flew over one of the highest, most scorching peaks, resembling a volcano.
Time seemed to suddenly freeze.
An indescribable, utterly cold will of slaughter, like an ancient slumbering fierce beast, silently enveloped the heavens and earth in this area.
There was no roar, no shouting, but that pure "killing intent," capable of annihilating all life, froze the soul more effectively than any sound.
Below, on the peak of that fiery red solitary mountain, a figure had appeared unnoticed.
He stood there silently, seemingly fused with the mountain range.
His figure was tall and straight, clad in a black and white trench coat.
His short white hair remained motionless in the bloody wind, like cold marble.
What was most heart-stopping was the sword in his hand.
It was an ancient, longsword that glowed with an ominous dark-red color.
The blade seemed forged from solidified blood and endless killing intent. Its mere existence constantly devoured the surrounding light and vitality.
Complex demonic patterns were faintly visible on the guard, exuding a chilling underworld aura that made the soul tremble—the Asura Demonic Sword.
And the man holding this demonic sword had a face as cold as ten thousand years of ice. In the depths of his blue eyes, there was no trace of reason, only boundless destruction.
He was the blackened Kevin, born at the foul nexus of the Slaughter City.
"What... what is that?!"
A Super Douluo's voice trembled. Despite being a Super Douluo, he felt as insignificant as an ant at this moment.
"Watch out, retreat quickly."
Aglaia's usually composed and elegant face was also filled with solemnity. The lightning around her fluctuated intensely, and she hissed:
"Avoid him. Absolutely do not go near him."
Almost at the exact moment Aglaia issued her warning—
The blackened Kevin on the solitary peak moved.
He didn't look at anyone, merely performing the simplest action: he raised the Asura Demonic Sword in his hand and casually swung it at the empty space ahead.
There was no earth-shattering momentum, no dazzling display of light.
Only a thin, blood-colored sword light, seemingly absorbing all light, silently swept out.
The instant this sword light appeared, the entire world seemed to be stripped of its color.
The grayness of the sky, the dark-red of the mountains, and even the faint light emitted by their soul power—all colors rapidly faded, turning into monotonous, deathly gray and white.
Only that blood-colored sword trace remained, the sole glaring, existing "color" in this gray and white world.
It did not move in a straight line, but in a way that defied all logic, as if it had bypassed the distance of space, appearing instantly before the fleeing group.
Aglaia's reaction was lightning fast.
Innumerable golden threads wrapped around Han Ruoruo and Ma Xiaotao. Their figures instantly blurred, as if they had merged into space, hastily retreating backward and sideways with incredible speed.
She chose the most correct response—avoiding the attack's sharpest edge.
However, the four Super Douluos following behind them were not so lucky or capable.
They did not even manage to fully express their horror. Their soul power barriers silently shattered like bubbles in the sun. As the seemingly slow, yet in reality thought-defying, blood-colored sword light swept past their bodies, they were instantly decomposed and disintegrated, like pencil drawings erased by a rubber, dissolving into the finest particles and vanishing into the gray and white world.
There were no screams, no resistance, as if they had never existed.
"No!!"
Elder Xuan's eyes were splitting with rage, but he had no time for sorrow, for the residual energy of the sword light was already upon him.
He roared, the phantom of the Gluttonous Divine Bull violently condensing behind him. He poured all his soul power and even his life force into his defense, simultaneously using all his might to shove Xu Sanshi violently to the rear-diagonal.
"Slice—!"
A soft sound, like a hot knife cutting through butter.
Elder Xuan's defense, which was strong enough to withstand attacks from a Titled Douluo, was miserably fragile before the residual energy of the blood-colored sword light.
He felt a chill on his right shoulder, followed by an indescribable, agonizing pain that seemed to act directly on his soul.
His entire right arm was severed at the shoulder.
The wound was smooth as a mirror, yet no blood immediately spurted out, for the slaughter sword energy had already eroded the wound, preventing blood flow and leaving behind only a chilling, deathly gray color.
"Elder Xuan!"
Xu Sanshi screamed upon seeing Elder Xuan's severed arm. His Tortoise Shell Shield instantly enlarged, trying to block in front of Elder Xuan.
"Go!!"
Elder Xuan's face was ashen white. Enduring the agony that nearly made him faint, and the tearing sensation in his soul, he used his remaining left hand to grab Xu Sanshi, burned his soul power, and fled for his life in a direction completely different from Aglaia's without looking back.
He dared not even glance back at the figure on the solitary peak. He had only one thought: escape, get as far away from that monster as possible.
With just a single sword strike, four Super Douluos fell, and the Rank 98 Elder Xuan was severely injured, losing an arm.
On the solitary peak, the blackened Kevin slowly withdrew the Asura Demonic Sword. His hollow blue eyes remained completely emotionless, as if he had merely flicked away a speck of dust.
He stood there silently, once again merging with the mountain range, becoming an eternal, despairing symbol of death in this forbidden zone.