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Chapter 411 – Qian Renxue’s Declaration

In the areas touched by the Angel God’s power, the land became pure, even faintly retaining traces of a sacred aura.

By contrast, places polluted by the Rakshasa God’s power turned into dead, purple-black scorched earth, where life would struggle to return for hundreds of years. They were filled with vicious poison and curses.

Light and shadow intertwined as divine power surged wildly.

The figures of the two goddesses collided and separated again and again within the storm of destruction. Every clash shook heaven and earth.

This was not just a contest of strength, but also an outpouring of faith, hatred, and their twisted blood bond.

Lu Jingming watched quietly, eyes deep.

The outcome of this battle would decide the final ownership of the Spirit Empire, and also determine where the warped relationship between this mother and daughter would go.

Atop a lone peak, Lu Jingming and his group stood as still as statues, gazing into the distance at the earth-shattering divine battle that had already lasted three days and three nights.

The sky seemed to have been permanently split in two: one half was an eternal golden day, the other a deep purple-black eternal night.

Qian Renxue’s angelic wings were fully spread, her holy radiance forcibly dispelling the filth and suppression brought on by the Rakshasa domain.

The angelic brand on her forehead flickered. Her divine sense spread out like an invisible radar, accurately capturing every attempt Bibi Dong made to hide within the purple-black evil miasma.

Bibi Dong’s Rakshasa scythe swept through the air, the ghostly blade of the Nether Rakshasa striking from all directions, only to be precisely intercepted by Qian Renxue’s Angelic Light Slash. Golden sword-light burst again and again in the sky, perishing together with the purple-black scythe blades. The explosions never stopped.

Qian Renxue had tried to use her angelic divine sense to lock onto Bibi Dong’s source, but it was interfered with by the Rakshasa God’s twisted, grievance-filled divine power barrier, making it impossible to fully brand her.

Bibi Dong had also unleashed a Catastrophic Curse, drawing on the land’s resentful aura to form a web of curses, yet it was firmly blocked outside by Qian Renxue’s Angelic Domain. Holy light and curses clashed violently, producing a sizzling sound of corrosion.

As time passed, the battle gradually escalated. Qian Renxue gathered her divine power, and the Angelic Holy Sword transformed into a hundred-meter giant blade. With a slash of Solar Holy Sword, the crimson-gold blade, bearing a terrifying heat capable of burning all eight directions, cut down, scorching a large section of space until it twisted.

Bibi Dong let out a shrill scream. Her Rakshasa avatar merged fully with her, and the Rakshasa scythe burst forth with the deepest darkness, clashing head-on with the Solar Holy Sword.

“Claang—!!!”

With this collision, space at the very center shattered inch by inch like glass. The shockwave flattened the mountain range below, melting it into a lake of crimson magma, while another region brushed by the Rakshasa God’s power instantly turned into a purple-black crystalline wasteland, spewing toxic smoke.

Because Bibi Dong had previously been ambushed by the Demon Empress, the lingering electromagnetic corrosive energy in her body began to throb with pain under such intense confrontation, causing an almost imperceptible sluggishness in her movements.

Qian Renxue keenly caught that instant. Her Angelic Shield flared up in an instant, tanking several incoming Purgatory Ghost Hands. At the same time, holy light shone upon her, and her divine power climbed once more. Streams of pure golden liquid light flowed across her divine armor, and her offensive became even more ferocious.

The battle had entered its white-hot phase.

Behind Qian Renxue, a massive angelic phantom appeared. Angel – Judgment – was unleashed.

A huge golden pillar of light, as if from the core of the sun, ripped through the heavens and descended upon Bibi Dong.

Under this Judgment Light, Bibi Dong’s movements clearly slowed. The Rakshasa divine power around her body fluctuated and dissolved violently, as though it had met its natural nemesis.

Seeing the unstoppable might of Judgment, Qian Renxue shifted her sword stance. Angel – Purification – followed right on its heels.

A crimson-gold cross star merged into the light pillar, transforming it into a gigantic purifying light sphere, like a miniature sun, engulfing Bibi Dong and her Rakshasa avatar together.

Inside the sphere, the temperature instantly soared to several thousand degrees and kept rising. Qian Renxue continuously poured Angelic divine power and Solar True Flame into it, intending to refine the evil god within.

The light sphere shook violently, purple-black radiance within it crashing madly against its confines—that was Bibi Dong’s desperate resistance.

The power of the Rakshasa scythe and avatar was driven to the limit. Layers of annihilating barriers were laid down inside the light sphere, attempting to block the omnipresent purifying holy flames.

However, she was already injured, her divine power greatly consumed. Against Qian Renxue—whose power naturally countered hers and who possessed purer, more overwhelming divine force—she was ultimately outmatched.

The glow of the light sphere gradually suppressed the purple-black evil aura within. Bibi Dong’s aura weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On the lone peak, watching the gradually stabilizing purifying light sphere, Lu Jingming asked, “Teacher, what do you think the outcome of this battle will be?”

Jingliu’s cold gaze had never left the battlefield. At his words, she replied flatly:

“Elemental counter, one rises as the other falls. Qian Renxue’s Angelic power is inherently suppressive toward Rakshasa’s evil power. Bibi Dong’s old wounds were unhealed, and after a protracted battle, her divine power circulation was bound to become sluggish. Qian Renxue’s victory is already decided.”

She paused, then added:

“It looks like a fight to the death, but in truth, both sides have been holding back. If Qian Renxue had used her full strength, Bibi Dong might not have lasted this long. The bond of blood is a shackle that can’t be truly severed.”

Gu Yuena’s purple eyes shone with the light of laws; she focused more on the essence of divine power:

“Light and darkness, creation and destruction—they are two sides of the same cosmic coin. But the Rakshasa’s power is too extreme and obsessive; it has lost balance. Facing Qian Renxue’s supremely yang, upright and majestic Angelic power, it is naturally suppressed everywhere.”

Firefly and Castorice simply stood quietly beside Lu Jingming, offering no opinion.

At that moment, two figures almost simultaneously appeared on the other side of the lone peak.

On one side was Sparkle, wearing a fox mask and a yukata, hopping along lightly as if she’d come to watch a grand fireworks show.

On the other side was Vita, posture elegant, a mysterious smile on her lips, her gaze full of curiosity and playful interest.

Their eyes met in mid-air, and both froze for a second.

Sparkle’s eyes curved into crescent moons. In an overly dramatic tone, as if reading lines on a stage, she said:

“Aiyaaa~ isn’t this our dear Sister Vita? You came to watch this… hmm, ‘family drama’ too?”

She deliberately emphasized the words “family drama.”

Vita wasn’t annoyed in the slightest. On the contrary, her smile grew even sweeter and more enchanting. She gently swept a lock of hair from her cheek, her voice like a feather brushing across one’s heart:

“Hehe, little sister is as lively and adorable as ever. I was merely curious: what sort of ‘fun’ could make our masked Fool-lady willingly remove her mask and quietly stand at someone’s side?”

She glanced meaningfully in Lu Jingming’s direction.

Sparkle reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, retorting immediately—yet still in that theatrically exaggerated tone:

“A mask? Oh~ my dearest Sister Vita, those words are so hurtful. Every ‘me’ I show is the truest ‘me’, you know. But you… aren’t you the same?”

She tilted her head, mischief flashing beneath the mask.

Their verbal sparring was laced with hidden barbs. They sounded friendly, yet were exposing each other’s masks, portraying “plastic sisterhood” to the fullest.

They both knew full well that the other had already been “recruited” by Lu Jingming, but that did not stop them from making things unpleasant for each other verbally. That, in a way, was their own brand of “friendship.”

Lu Jingming ignored this bickering pair. His gaze returned to the battlefield.

Just as Jingliu had predicted, the massive purifying light sphere began to slowly contract. The purple-black aura inside had been compressed to the limit, becoming almost imperceptible.

Qian Renxue’s figure shone within the golden light, impossibly sacred and imposing.

The divine battle that had lasted three days was finally drawing to an end.

Over these three days, the Spirit Empire’s great army—commanded by Hu Liena and Golden Crocodile Douluo—had advanced like a hot knife through butter, breaking through the Star Luo Empire’s last defensive line. Their spearhead now pointed straight at Star Luo City.

The bell of continental unification was about to ring.

As the giant purifying sphere finally shrank and dispersed into golden rain, the scene inside was revealed.

Bibi Dong was down on one knee, using her Rakshasa scythe to support herself just to keep from collapsing completely.

The radiance of her Rakshasa divine armor had dimmed, covered in tiny cracks. The terrifying Rakshasa avatar behind her had already completely collapsed and vanished.

Her face was as pale as paper, purple divine blood still staining the corner of her lips. Her aura was at its weakest, yet those purple eyes still burned with unyielding and obsessive flames.

Qian Renxue hovered in front of her. Her Angelic divine armor was still brilliant, but after three days of intense combat, her breathing was slightly rushed, and the angelic brand on her forehead was somewhat dimmer.

Looking at the disheveled and battered Bibi Dong below, her eyes were incredibly complex. There was the relief of a victor, the heartache that came from blood ties, and a heavy, indescribable emotion.

“Victors are kings, losers are bandits… Do it.”

Bibi Dong’s voice was hoarse and icy, carrying a kind of dead-hearted indifference.

“Kill me, and you can firmly sit upon the throne of the Spirit Empire’s Empress, with no more worries at your back.”

She raised her head and looked Qian Renxue straight in the eye, open mockery within her gaze.

“Or is it that… your heart is too soft, and you can’t bring yourself to strike? With such indecisiveness, how will you rule a vast empire? If you don’t kill me today, when I recover my strength in the future, I will definitely return, and take back everything… that belongs to me.”

At that moment, space rippled slightly. Lu Jingming stepped out with Jingliu and the rest, arriving just in time to hear Bibi Dong’s last words.

Lu Jingming looked at Bibi Dong, sprawled on the ground yet still stubbornly talking tough, and smiled lightly, his tone filled with absolute confidence:

“That day will never come.”

Bibi Dong snapped her gaze toward Lu Jingming, her purple eyes full of cold scrutiny.

“Lu Jingming… After all this scheming, what is your real aim?!”

She turned to Qian Renxue, her tone carrying a faint but urgent warning, as if giving a final admonition.

“Working with him is like making a deal with a tiger. His ambition goes far beyond this. You’ll drag the Spirit Empire into a disaster from which it will never recover.”

Although she herself was on the verge of collapse, and although she might not feel true affection for the Spirit Empire, at this moment, driven by a mother’s instinct, she still spoke these words.

She did not trust Lu Jingming. That unfathomable man was absolutely not someone to place faith in.

Lu Jingming spread his hands helplessly, his smile looking a little innocent. “It seems, Your Holiness, that you have a deep misunderstanding of me.”

“Misunderstanding?”

Bibi Dong gave a cold laugh, sharp sarcasm in her voice.

“I will never ‘misunderstand’ someone who is arrogant down to his bones and views all living beings as mere pieces on a board.”

As she spoke, she turned her gaze to Qian Renxue again and continued, “In his eyes, you may hold some value, but in the end, you’re just a somewhat important piece on his board. Do you truly believe he would give you genuine feeling?”

Just as Lu Jingming was about to respond, Qian Renxue suddenly moved.

She withdrew the divine power around her, and the angelic wings behind her dissolved into golden light. Step by step, she walked over to Lu Jingming.

Under his slightly stunned gaze, she did something no one had expected—she lightly, yet with unwavering resolve, leaned into Lu Jingming’s arms and rested her cheek against his chest.

Then she lifted her golden eyes and looked at the utterly stunned, unbelieving Bibi Dong. Her voice was clear and powerful, carrying the decisive finality of a public declaration:

“You’re wrong.”

“I am not his chess piece.”

“After the Spirit Empire has completely unified the Douluo Continent, I, Qian Renxue, will marry him and become his wife.”

“At that time, we will no longer be merely allies, but husband and wife. We will rule the Spirit Empire together and lead it toward a bright future you could never imagine.”

“You…! Pfft—!”

Seeing this scene, hearing this earth-shattering declaration, Bibi Dong felt a surge of blood rush to her head. Rage, suffocation, and worry twisted together inside her, making her qi and blood churn. She could no longer suppress her injuries and suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood. Her body swayed and nearly toppled over.

She pointed at Qian Renxue, her finger trembling, yet no words came out.

Behind Lu Jingming, Gu Yuena’s purple eyes turned instantly cold. The elemental forces around her seemed to stir restlessly, slipping from her control.

A sharp glint appeared in Firefly and Castorice’s eyes as well.

The gaze of all three women toward Qian Renxue now clearly carried open hostility.

They had long sensed that Qian Renxue’s attitude toward Lu Jingming was not ordinary, but they never imagined she would so boldly stake her claim.

After his initial surprise, Lu Jingming quickly regained his composure.

Looking down at Qian Renxue in his arms—her posture intimate, yet her eyes carrying a faint tension and resolve—he immediately understood her intention. This was to completely cut off Bibi Dong’s last hopes, and, in front of everyone—especially Bibi Dong—solidify a bond with him that could not be shaken: an alliance, and even more than that.

Feeling the soft body in his embrace and the irrefutable certainty in her declaration, the smile at the corner of Lu Jingming’s mouth deepened.

A beauty was throwing herself into his arms; why would he refuse?

Moreover, if he pushed Qian Renxue away at this moment, he would be slapping her in the face publicly and utterly shaming her, which was absolutely not something he wanted.

So he naturally put an arm around Qian Renxue’s slender waist, his gesture smooth and intimate, effectively acknowledging her claim.

This sight made Bibi Dong’s vision darken again; she nearly fainted.

Gu Yuena ground her teeth. “What a philandering radish.”

In a corner not far away, Sparkle and Vita, who had watched all of this, exchanged a knowing look.

Chapter 412 – Bibi Dong Concedes Defeat

Sparkle let out a low, suppressed giggle, her shoulders shaking slightly.

“Heehee~ this is… far too entertaining. It’s more fun than any play.”

Vita covered her red lips elegantly with the back of her hand, excitement flickering in her eyes as she replied softly:

“Indeed… The threads of fate are tangled so tightly, the tides of emotion so turbulent. Dearest sister, don’t you think this is the most exquisite form of ‘fun’?”

Bibi Dong’s ragged breathing gradually calmed. That mouthful of clotted blood she spat out seemed to carry away the last fragments of her madness and futile obsessions.

She lifted her hand, using the back of it—stained with divine blood—to roughly wipe the corner of her mouth, leaving a stark purple-red streak.

She raised her head. Her icy purple eyes refocused on Qian Renxue’s face, her voice dipped in frost:

“Good… very good, Qian Renxue. This is the path you’ve chosen yourself… I hope you don’t regret it.”

Qian Renxue met her gaze without the slightest hint of retreat. Her golden eyes were clearer and more resolute than ever before as she answered firmly:

“My choices are my own. Whether the road ahead leads to paradise or the abyss, I, Qian Renxue, never regret.”

“Hmph.”

Bibi Dong snorted coldly. She struggled to stand upright, staggering from the severity of her wounds, yet she still forced herself to maintain the pride belonging to the Rakshasa God.

“You won this battle. This realm is yours now. But listen carefully—I will never submit to you. Not now, not ever.”

This was her final bottom line and her last shred of dignity.

Hearing this, Lu Jingming’s smile only grew more relaxed and congenial. The arm he had wrapped around Qian Renxue’s waist did not loosen. His tone was as warm as if discussing a trivial family matter:

“I think Your Holiness has misunderstood.”

He intentionally paused, then casually switched to a more intimate form of address.

“You are Xue’er’s mother, after all. Naturally, you are also my future esteemed mother-in-law. As juniors, how could we possibly force you to bow your head?”

His voice was gentle, yet allowed no refusal.

“So long as you no longer do anything to endanger the empire or harm Xue’er, you will remain the highly revered Supreme Empress of the Spirit Empire, one of the mightiest deities on this continent—enjoying endless honor and freedom. As for everything in the past, we can turn the page here.”

Leaning in Lu Jingming’s arms, Qian Renxue listened to him so naturally calling Bibi Dong “mother-in-law,” and heard the future he was sketching for her and the empire. The last trace of unease in her heart quietly faded.

She did not refute him. Instead, she relaxed even further into his embrace, using action to show her support.

She knew well that a mere alliance was far too fragile. Only through tighter bonds—marriage, family, shared interests and a common future—could the two of them be truly bound together, giving her a secure backing she could rely on.

For the continuation of the Angel clan, for the long-term stability of the Spirit Empire, and for her own heart that had wandered alone for far too long—even if her feelings for him were not yet deep at this moment—she still chose, without hesitation, the path that offered the greatest security.

Hearing Lu Jingming’s words, which sounded respectful yet neatly arranged everything, Bibi Dong felt another surge of dull pain in her chest—but she forced it down.

She stared hard at Lu Jingming, then glanced at Qian Renxue’s unwavering expression. In the end, it was as if all the strength had been drained from her, or as if she had finally recognized that the situation was beyond saving. She closed her eyes in despair, then slowly opened them again. The frenzy and sharpness in them had faded, leaving only a deep, humiliated, yet inescapable fatigue and coldness.

“…Fine,” she said at last, her voice dry.

“A game is a game. I lost. My strength is inferior, and my scheming is lacking as well. Since I am defeated, I will submit to whatever you decide.”

She deliberately emphasized the word “decide,” with a hint of bitter irony.

“But don’t expect me to obey your every word. And don’t think for a second that I will bless the two of you.”

In the end, she chose to retreat down the slope offered to her.

Death?

She did not fear it—in fact, she sometimes thought it would be a relief.

But if she died, Qian Renxue would lose a potential support, and Hu Liena would lose her backing.

If she lived, even if it was only under the hollow title of “Supreme Empress,” with her Rakshasa Godhood and her role as mother, she could at least retain a sliver of influence. She could still watch from the shadows and guard from the dark.

Since Qian Renxue was dead set on marrying this man, then at the very least, they were, in some sense, becoming “her own people.” The thing she feared most seemed, for now, to have been eased.

Even if that “easing” filled her with suffocating humiliation.

The battle was over, and Bibi Dong accepted her defeat. The Spirit Empire fell completely into Qian Renxue’s hands. With matters settled here, Lu Jingming left with Gu Yuena and the others. With Qian Renxue in charge, the Spirit Empire would, in all likelihood, quickly unify the Douluo Continent.

—

In the mountain range where the Slaughter City lay.

This range, soaked in blood and curses, welcomed today visitors of unprecedented power—and energy waves even more terrifying.

Hysilens and Cerydra appeared before a dark-red solitary peak.

Hysilens wore the deep blue Sea God’s divine armor and held the golden trident. Boundless oceanic divine power flowed around her, and her deep blue eyes resembled the deepest seas, hiding monstrous waves beneath calm surfaces.

Cerydra stood quietly by her side, the ghostly blue flames on her imperial crown burning silently. Her eyes, which saw through the ways of the world, scanned this ominous land, as though analyzing something.

Their arrival immediately disturbed the statue-like figure atop the lone peak.

The blackened Kevin slowly lifted his head. His hollow blue eyes reflected no emotion, only a pure, all-encompassing killing will, enough to freeze the world.

The Asura Demon Sword in his hand seemed to sense provocation. The dark red blade vibrated with a low roar, and thick, viscous bloody killing intent spread like something tangible, causing the temperature of this world to plummet. Even the air felt frozen.

Without a word, the instant the extreme majesty of the sea clashed with the pure domain of slaughter, battle was inevitable.

“Hum—!”

Hysilens moved first. She pointed the Sea God’s trident forward, and the Sea God’s domain instantly expanded.

The originally dry, lifeless mountain range of the Slaughter City seemed to be dragged into an undersea world in an instant. Invisible pressure and an overwhelming abundance of water-element filled every inch of space, attempting to wash away and purify the nauseating stench of blood and slaughter.

Yet Kevin only slightly raised his Asura Demon Sword.

A thin, blood-red sword light appeared again, as if it could cut cause and effect itself.

It was identical to the one that had previously driven Xuan Zi back and slain a Super Douluo in an instant. Heaven and earth lost all color, leaving only that line traced by death.

But this time, it met its match.

“Sea God, Shockwave.”

Hysilens’s clear voice rang out as she stirred the boundless water within the domain with her trident. A ring-shaped shockwave, condensed to the extreme and deep blue in color, exploded outward from the tip of the trident.

Where the shockwave passed, space rippled violently like water, colliding with that blood-red sword light.

“Boom—!!!”

There was no deafening explosion, only a violent grinding and annihilation at the level of laws.

Blood-red and deep blue light intertwined and devoured each other madly, before both dissipated. The escaping energy sheared off and vaporized the upper halves of several nearby peaks.

With the first exchange ended, the blackened Kevin moved.

He stepped forward once. Space froze beneath his feet, and his form flickered like teleportation, appearing at Hysilens’s front-left. The Asura Demon Sword thrust straight at her, shrieking as if tearing at the soul.

His attack was simple, direct, but contained extreme force and speed, and the Asura God’s corroding assault upon the very origin of life.

Hysilens’s body moved like a fish in water, elegantly and fluidly retreating. At the same time, she drew a perfect arc with the golden trident. The edge of the trident burst with the phantom of rolling waves—Thousand Ages of Emptiness.

The surging power of the sea, like a tsunami, surged forth to meet the demon sword.

“Clang—!”

Divine trident and demonic sword clashed for the first time.

Golden divine light struck bloody, murderous aura, producing a piercing metallic scream.

The terrifying impact drove Hysilens backward several steps, but her expression did not change. Light flowed over her Sea God armor, dissolving the killing sword-qi that attempted to invade her body.

Kevin, on the other hand, merely paused for a fraction of a second before raising his sword again.

At this moment, Cerydra, who had been watching coolly, finally made her move.

She didn’t launch a direct attack. Instead, she raised a hand, and a ghostly blue flame danced at her fingertips.

“Torch the Laws of Old!”

An invisible force of law, like chains, instantly wrapped around Kevin’s body.

It did not restrict his physical movements, but temporarily severed part of his resonance with the rules of slaughter in the environment.

It was like altering the base code of a game, causing this body built purely for killing to experience a momentary lag and discomfort.

For top-tier powerhouses, even such a fractional opening was enough.

Hysilens seized the fleeting opportunity.

“Sea God, Dusk!”

She raised the Sea God’s trident high overhead, invoking the resonance between sky and sea.

Not the sea of this world, but the boundless conceptual sea belonging to the Sea God’s domain.

The sky abruptly darkened, as if dusk had arrived early. A colossal dark blue light pillar, forged from the purest oceanic divine power, fell like heavenly judgment from the heavens, aimed straight at the blackened Kevin, who had slowed for only one ten-thousandth of a second.

This strike contained the infinity of the sea and the finality of dusk.

For the first time, something akin to fluctuation appeared in Kevin’s hollow eyes.

He sensed the threat in this attack.

He did not dodge, nor did he attempt a simple block.

Instead, from within his body burst a chill far more frigid and deathly than Rakshasa power—cold that could freeze time and end civilizations.

“Crack-crack-crack—!”

Centered on him, the ground beneath his feet, the space around him, and even the forefront of the descending Sea God’s Dusk light pillar were instantly stained a strange ice-blue, then—completely frozen.

This was no mere ice. It froze energy, light, and even the rules themselves: an absolute zero domain.

This was Kevin’s ice-snow authority, born from the power of the Emperor-class Honkai Beast Parvati fused into him.

The gigantic Sea God’s Dusk light pillar seemed to become a towering ice-blue crystal column, arrested mid-fall.

Yet the Sea God’s power was ultimately boundless.

Only the leading edge had been frozen. The sea of divine power behind it continued to slam into the frozen barrier, producing tooth-aching cracking sounds. The ice shards shattered constantly, only to recondense in an instant, locking them into a terrifying stalemate.

Cerydra frowned slightly; this opponent was even more troublesome than she had anticipated.

She urged her law-authority again, trying to parse and weaken this ultimate cold.

Hysilens’s gaze hardened. She felt the alien terror embedded in that icy authority—something not of this world.

She stopped holding back, driving the Sea God’s power to its utmost. The light upon the golden trident grew ever brighter, clashing head-on with the freeze-everything chill.

Slaughter, ocean, ice-snow, and law—four utterly different yet equally powerful rule-forces collided, intertwined, and annihilated one another in this cursed land.

The sky alternated between bloody radiance, pure blue clarity, and an ice-locked wasteland.

The earth cracked, froze, and was scoured by cascading seas.

The fight had entered a white-hot stage.

Both sides scanned relentlessly for flaws, preparing the decisive next strike.

For the first time, the blackened Kevin’s hollow eyes truly focused on his two god-level opponents. The blood-light along the Asura Demon Sword grew even thicker, as if about to drip.

Over the mountains of the Slaughter City, the sky itself was violently torn apart by three clashing lights.

Hysilens stood wrapped in colossal oceanic divine power, deep blue brilliance like the deepest sea. Each sweep of the golden trident hauled forth visions of rolling waves, bearing irresistible weight and purifying force as it crashed down on that chilling figure.

Her fighting stance was as graceful as a dance, yet contained the sea’s unfettered rage.

Cerydra was like a calm chess player, standing at the edge of the battlefield.

The ghost-blue flame on her crown burned silently—the symbol of Law.

She did not attack recklessly, but constantly cast down commands of rule—Law: Shackles to bind his movements, Law: Weakening to reduce his defense, Law: Correction to occasionally deflect Kevin’s lethal blows.

Her presence wove an invisible net of laws around Kevin, making every exertion feel constrained.

Their opponent—blackened Kevin—held the Asura Demon Sword, pure killing intent boiling from him.

Dark red sword-light crisscrossed the air, carrying the power to sever souls and taint divine thrones.

His movements were concise and efficient, like a perfect killing machine. With minimal shifts, he slipped through Hysilens’s waves and sheared apart Cerydra’s law-chains with the demon blade.

Kevin flung his sword, unleashing a storm of purple-black scythe-blades formed by wronged souls, pouring across the sky.

Hysilens met offense with offense. Dark blue pillars of finality thundered down from above, colliding with the onrushing scythes. The resulting blast flattened several mountains, gouging bottomless craters into the ground—one side reeking with sinister purple-black aura, the other lingering with the pure power of the sea.