As long as Bibi Dong was given enough time to adapt and accumulate, with the might of the Rakshasa God-position, she would soon possess a true first-tier god's combat power.
Right now was when she was most dangerous and most unpredictable.
A deity driven by wrath and obsession often wields destruction far beyond the norm.
After her strike was blocked, the madness in Bibi Dong's eyes intensified. The Rakshasa Demon Scythe leveled at Xiao Wu and Jing Yuan as her icy voice rang through heaven and earth: "Those who block me… die!"
Facing Bibi Dong's proclamation, which poured forth madness and annihilation, Jing Yuan and Xiao Wu exchanged a glance and saw the same gravity in each other's eyes.
A god fallen into frenzy, even if their power is not yet complete, is by no means something easily shaken.
"It seems this cannot end peacefully."
Jing Yuan sighed softly. The formation blade in his hand trembled, letting out a clear hum.
The gentle golden lightning coiling around him suddenly turned violent, like an awakening thunder dragon, roaring deafeningly.
Xiao Wu said nothing. She simply drew a deep breath as blue divine power burned around her like flames. The force she exuded was in no way inferior to the Rakshasa God before her.
She had just devoured her counterpart; the injuries within her had greatly improved.
"Kill."
Bibi Dong spoke no more.
The Rakshasa Demon Scythe swung—this time not a casual swipe.
Endless purple-black malice surged from her body, transforming into countless twisted, wailing chains of resentful spirits, sweeping to entangle Jing Yuan and Xiao Wu. Wherever they passed, even space itself sizzled with corrosion—Rakshasa Divine Skill: Resentful Evil Binding Souls.
"Hmph."
With a crisp shout, Xiao Wu flashed like lightning, leaving afterimages in the air.
Blue divine power coiled tightly around her fists and legs. Each punch and kick shattered a section of the spirit-chains with pinpoint precision. Blue radiance and purple-black miasma collided and annihilated, bursting with ear-piercing detonations.
Her fighting style was direct and ferocious, blending soft skills with divine power—like a dancing war-goddess, elegant yet lethally decisive.
However, the chains of resentful souls were endless and infused with a vicious power that eroded the divine soul.
Xiao Wu could protect herself, but for the moment she could not break through the layers of blockade.
Just then, Jing Yuan moved.
He did not rush forward. Instead, he set the formation blade upright before him. In his eyes, a golden thunder pool seemed to brew.
A presence far more vast and dignified than before surged skyward.
"Radiant spirit, heed my word.."
A low, commanding chant rolled from his lips.
"Rumble—!!!"
Above the firmament, it was as if a thunder pool overturned.
Endless golden god-thunder converged, and a towering golden Titan of lightning coalesced.
The giant wore thunder-armor, its face stern and indistinct, wielding a massive weapon condensed from pure lightning. Its majestic divinity radiated the power to purge evil and judge sin.
This was Jing Yuan's powerful aid—the Lightning-Lord.
The moment the Lightning-Lord appeared, it loosed a world-shaking roar and swept its lightning weapon across.
In an instant, ten-thousand-zhang of golden light burst forth. Countless bucket-thick bolts of golden lightning pounced at the sea of resentful chains like crazed dragons.
Supremely yang, supremely firm—Divine Thunder was the nemesis of such yin-evil power.
"Ssss—!"
Like boiling soup splashed onto snow, the seemingly endless chains dissolved and collapsed in swathes under the assault of the golden thunder sea, letting out shrill wails before dissipating into blue smoke.
Bibi Dong's offensive stalled.
"How bold!"
Bibi Dong was furious; she had not expected such a method.
She raised the Rakshasa scythe high. Purple-black divine power flooded in. The blade swelled at once, becoming a colossal phantom demon-scythe spanning the heavens, carrying a terror that judged all beings and tore through everything, and it hacked down at the Lightning-Lord and Jing Yuan beneath.
Rakshasa World-Annihilating Slash.
This strike already drew upon the Rakshasa God-position's origin power, far beyond the previous ones.
"Roar!"
The Lightning-Lord knew no fear. The colossal body strode forward, gripping the lightning weapon in both hands, drawing on the surrounding golden god-thunder to become a beam of gold that ripped the sky, meeting the purple-black annihilating blade head-on.
At the same time, Xiao Wu seized her chance.
Her figure flashed, appearing at Bibi Dong's flank as if teleporting. Gathering all divine power to a point, she spun—an arched waist-strike imbued with collapsing force, driving straight for Bibi Dong's waist and abdomen.
"Petty trick."
Though startled, Bibi Dong did not panic. Purple light flickered in her free left hand as she instantly layered Rakshasa shields.
"Boom—!!!!"
The golden lightning and purple-black scythe collided first.
Next, Xiao Wu's waist-arch slammed into the Rakshasa shields.
This clash far surpassed any before.
An indescribable detonation erupted, as though heaven and earth themselves were wailing.
Space at the center of impact shattered inch by inch like broken glass, revealing the chaotic void-turbulence beyond.
A terrifying halo of power—gold, blue, and purple-black—expanded faster than sound. Wherever it passed, mountains were shaved flat, the earth split into bottomless chasms, and forests turned to scorched wasteland.
These were true god-battle aftershocks—world-rending, sky-destroying.
…
In the distance, Qian Renxue, commanding the Spirit Empire's legions, suddenly looked up. A hint of shock and gravity flashed in her golden eyes. She clearly felt that manic divine power belonging to the Rakshasa God—and two other god-level powers, no weaker and wholly different in attribute, colliding with it.
"She… and who else?"
…
Farther away, Lu Jingming, who had already left, paused mid-step and looked back toward the explosion. A glint of realization and amusement crossed his eyes.
"Oh? They've begun? Interesting."
Beside him, Jingliu cast a silent glance. Her cool eyes reflected the distant energy storm. She said nothing.
…
At the edge of the battlefield, Huo Yuhao's face had already changed drastically when the Lightning-Lord descended and Bibi Dong erupted with true divine power.
Without hesitation, he opened the gate to the Necromancy Half-Plane again and shoved Bei Bei—who was carrying Tang Ya—inside.
"Get in and hide. Outside is too dangerous."
He himself remained at the doorway, anxiously watching the battle while manipulating the half-plane's power to anchor the entrance tight—to keep this spatial coordinate from collapsing under god-battle aftershocks.
At the center, the first all-out exchange drew to a temporary close.
The purple-black colossal scythe and the golden lightning giant both dissipated. Xiao Wu was bounced away by the Rakshasa shields' backlash.
Bibi Dong stood with scythe in hand, her aura slightly disordered, but the madness in her eyes burned brighter.
She stared ahead, unblinking.
Jing Yuan remained composed. Though the Lightning-Lord's silhouette had dimmed somewhat, it still stood in stern majesty as thunder gathered anew around it.
Xiao Wu landed at his side, breathing steady, gaze razor-sharp.
Three gods stood in opposition, their auras roiling the clouds and wind.
Bibi Dong knew she had run into hard bone today.
But the obsession and fury in her heart would not allow a single step back.
"Let's see how long you can stop me."
Rakshasa divine power boiled again. An even more terrifying presence brewed.
This three-god battle born of love and hate had only just entered its white-hot phase.
…
On the outskirts of Slaughter City, a chain of mountains sprawled like a giant beast's spine upon the earth. A faint miasma of blood and savagery hung in the air; even the wind carried a piercing chill.
Several streaks of light fled raggedly over this ominous range—Ma Xiaotao, Xuan Zi, and company, who had escaped the main battlefield by the skin of their teeth.
Ma Xiaotao was shielded by Aglaea's power. Her flame-red hair was slightly disheveled; lingering fear from the battle still shadowed her pretty face.
Han Ruoruo was pale, lips pressed tight.
Behind them were a drained, wounded Xuan Zi and four other Shrek Super Douluo, with Xu Sanshi guarded at Xuan Zi's side—the cracks on his tortoise-shield spoke of the brutality they'd just endured.
They did not dare to fly at full power, fearing too much energy fluctuation might draw pursuers from behind. They suppressed their soul power, skimming low along the ridgeline like startled birds.
"Quick. Once we cross this mountain chain, we should be temporarily safe."
Xuan Zi's hoarse voice urged them on. His cloudy eyes held lingering dread and urgency.
He brought up the rear, sweeping the back alertly.
However, the mortal threat did not come from behind.
As they flew over the highest peak—scorching hot like a volcano—
Time seemed to freeze.
An indescribable killing will, cold to the extreme, awoke like an ancient fiend and silently shrouded heaven and earth.
No roar, no bellow—yet that pure, life-erasing intent to kill froze souls more than any sound.
Below, atop the lone crimson peak, a figure had appeared at some unknown time.
He stood there quietly, as if one with the mountain range.
Tall and straight, wearing a black-and-white long coat.
Short white hair stood motionless in the blood-reeking wind, like an icy statue.
Most chilling was the sword in his hand.
It was an ancient-styled longsword, wholly an ominous dark red.
The blade looked forged from congealed blood and endless slaughter-will. By its mere existence, it devoured surrounding light and life.
At the guard, complex demonic patterns could be faintly seen, exuding a nether aura that made souls tremble—the Asura Demon Sword.
The one holding this demon blade had features as cold as ten-thousand-year ice. In the depths of his blue eyes there was no reason, only boundless destruction.
He was Kevin, blackened—born from the foul node that was Slaughter City.
"W-What is that?!"
A Super Douluo's voice quavered. Even as a Super Douluo, he now felt as small as an ant.
"This is bad. Fall back."
Even Aglaea's ever-composed face was heavy with gravity. Lightning rippled violently around her as she barked, "Avoid him. Do not approach."
Almost at the same moment her warning left her lips—
Kevin, blackened upon the lone peak, moved.
He did not look at anyone. He simply lifted the Asura Demon Sword and casually swung it at the empty air ahead.
No earth-shaking spectacle. No dazzling light.
Only a thin, blood-red sword light that seemed to absorb all radiance slipped out without a sound.
The instant it appeared, color seemed stripped from the world.
The sky's gray, the mountains' dark red, even the faint glow of soul power from their bodies—all hues drained rapidly, turning into dead, monochrome gray-white.
Only that blood-red sword-scar remained—the single stab of color, the only existence in this gray world.
It did not travel in a straight line, but in a way that defied reason—crossing distance in an instant to appear before the fleeing group.
Aglaea reacted at the limit.
Countless gold threads wrapped Han Ruoruo and Ma Xiaotao. Their figures blurred as if merging into space, fleeing obliquely backward at inconceivable speed.
She chose exactly right—evade the edge.
But the four Super Douluo behind them had neither such luck nor strength.
They didn't even fully display their horror before their soul-power shields popped like bubbles in sunlight. As the seemingly slow, actually thought-surpassing blood sword light swept past, their bodies were erased like pencil marks rubbed by an eraser—instantly disintegrating into the finest particles and dispersing into the gray world.
No screams, no resistance—as if they had never existed.
"No!!"
Xuan Zi's eyes cracked with grief, but he had no time to mourn, for the aftershock of that sword light had already reached him.
He roared. The phantom of a Godly Taotie Bull condensed madly behind him as he poured all his soul power and even life force into defense. At the same time, he shoved Xu Sanshi hard to the rear flank.
"Shh—!"
A soft sound, like a hot knife through butter.
Xuan Zi's defense—enough to take a Titled Douluo's strike head-on—was brittle as paper before the bloody aftershock.
He felt a chill on his right shoulder—then an indescribable pain, as if striking directly at his soul.
His entire right arm was severed at the shoulder.
The wound was smooth as a mirror, yet blood did not spurt at once—the slaughter qi had already corroded the wound, halting the flow and leaving behind a horrifying, dead gray.
"Elder Xuan!"
Seeing Xuan Zi's arm severed, Xu Sanshi cried out hoarsely. His tortoise shield enlarged at once, trying to cover Xuan Zi.
"Go!!"
Pale as paper, Xuan Zi clenched his teeth against the agony and soul-rending tearing. With his remaining left hand he grabbed Xu Sanshi, burned his soul power, and fled for his life in a direction completely different from Aglaea's—without a backward glance at the figure on the peak. Only one thought beat in his heart: run—get as far from that monster as possible.
With a single sword, four Super Douluo fell, and the ninety-eighth-level Xuan Zi was maimed and grievously wounded.
On the peak, blackened Kevin slowly drew back the Asura Demon Sword. The emptiness in his blue eyes did not ripple at all, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust.
He stood there quietly, one with the mountains again—an eternal, despairing symbol of death in this forbidden zone.