When she opened her eyes again, the world had reverted to normal—except for the Black-eyed Girl, who still hovered before her, regarding her coolly.
So… not entirely an illusion.
“I’ll tell you what—if you turn around and leave now, I’ll pretend you were never here.” Luo Shuangyue’s hand was already in her pocket, clutching the White Night Hair Clip.
The Black-eyed Girl said nothing. She simply raised her hand and pointed at Luo Shuangyue.
In an instant, black thorns shot out from the shadows around Luo Shuangyue, hammering into her and flinging her over a hundred meters away, smashing through several walls.
A Royal-Class Magic Beast was still a Royal-Class Magic Beast—even wounded, it was not something a First Bloom-Class Magical Girl could contend with.
If Luo Shuangyue had been just an ordinary Magical Girl, she would have been utterly helpless, no better than a lamb awaiting slaughter.
But Luo Shuangyue was not ordinary.
The Magic Beast assumed that her attack would have rendered Lord Dark Moth incapable of resistance—she’d already started planning how to inject her own consciousness and origin Magic Power into Lord Dark Moth’s body, transforming her into a new vessel.
But as a multicolored Sword Light flashed, slicing her in half, the Magic Beast realized something was very wrong.
This power… Impossible!
That person shouldn’t appear here—she should be trapped in hell!
As the dust settled, a white-clad Magical Girl holding a slender sword stepped into view.
White hair, golden eyes, four ponytails spread like wings—there was only one person with such a distinctive appearance.
“White Night?!”
“You know her? Then you should also know what’s coming next.” This was Luo Shuangyue’s first time fighting with White Night’s power, and she felt like she was about to explode with energy!
A torrent of terrifying Magic Power surged within her body—every motion felt like shaking a mountain. Luo Shuangyue realized she’d seriously underestimated her mother’s power; she could only sustain this combat form for less than two minutes!
Two minutes…
She’d have to finish off this Royal-Class Magic Beast in such a short time? Quite the challenge.
Luo Shuangyue didn’t know exactly how strong she was, but she could sense that the Magic Beast before her was far, far weaker than herself.
Two minutes was more than enough.
“No—you can’t be her! She should be trapped in that place!”
“You know where she is?” Luo Shuangyue’s eyes widened. What a pleasant surprise—this Royal-Class Magic Beast actually knew where her mother was.
But there was no time to waste. She had to dispose of this Magic Beast quickly—there’d be no prying more information out of her now.
Gripping her sword tightly, Luo Shuangyue blinked right in front of the Magic Beast and swung down hard at her head.
White Sword Light tore through the Magic Beast’s defenses, vaporizing a large chunk of her body—this was only the most basic application of White Night’s power.
In other words, just a normal attack.
A heavily wounded Magic Beast, after taking such a blow, was already on the brink of death. Clutching her chest and gasping for breath, her black eyes locked onto the white Magical Girl, brimming with unwillingness.
“Why—why do you have her power?”
She finally recognized it. The White Night before her was the very Lord Dark Moth she’d knocked flying a moment ago. But how could a Magical Girl possess two Transformations—one of them an existing Magical Girl at that?
She couldn’t make sense of it, but she knew one thing for sure—she had absolutely no chance of defeating White Night.
Even at her peak, she’d never been White Night’s match—let alone now, gravely wounded as she was.
Was there really no other way? The Magic Beast’s mind raced through her options, and at last, she made her choice—
A decision.
After all, she had already planned to die once—so why not just die now? Dying by White Night’s power, her death would be indisputable.
And the demonic energy she left behind after her death would be quite the gift for Dark Moth.
The residual demonic energy of a completely dead Demon—surely, Dark Moth wouldn’t still be too cautious to absorb it, right?
“Dark Moth, even if I die, I’ll drag you down with me as a scapegoat!” The Royal-Class Magic Beast let out a furious roar, her body abruptly swelling, a dense aura of destruction radiating from within.
She was about to self-destruct!
So decisive? Not even going to put up a last struggle? Luo Shuangyue was also taken aback by the Royal-Class Magic Beast’s extreme resolve.
They had only exchanged a couple blows, and the opponent was already choosing self-destruction, trying to take her down too—this was just too fierce.
The worst part was that Luo Shuangyue couldn’t just stand by and watch this Demon self-destruct.
This was a Royal-Class Magic Beast; the power of her self-destruction would be no less than the most powerful weapon ever devised by humans.
If she truly self-destructed without restraint, Xinghai City might as well change its name to Ruins City by the end of the day.
She had to kill her before the self-destruction completed—she couldn’t let her succeed!
With this in mind, Luo Shuangyue braved the howling magical power storm beside the Demon, rushing to her side and slashing her sword toward the creature’s head.
The blade swept past, decapitating the Demon with ease—but that did nothing to stop the self-destruction. The human form was merely a mimicry; so-called human vital points meant nothing to it.
After being beheaded, the Demon no longer maintained its mimicry.
Since she wanted everyone to know of her death, she might as well make it even more dramatic.
Jet-black tendrils of magic tore through the girl’s body, as the Royal-Class Magic Beast revealed her true form.
Unlike most Demons, who resembled beasts, this Royal-Class Magic Beast appeared more like a plant from the outside.
She was like a blossoming flower, but her stems and petals were all formed from black tendrils, giving off a sense of frenzied distortion at a glance.
Her body grew rapidly, soon reaching several stories in height, and the flood of magic she unleashed had already enveloped the entire Xinghai City.
At this moment, even the most oblivious Magical Girl could sense something was terribly wrong.
The Magical Girls fighting Demons all over the city instantly tried to rush over, but at that same moment, the Demons they faced went berserk as well, trapping them in place.
A silver dragon soared through the clouds. Long Wen stood atop its head, her gaze locked on the core of the magic storm.
She could feel it—the familiar aura emanating from that place. Even after so many years, she hadn’t forgotten the one who possessed that power.
White Night!
Upon sensing that aura, Long Wen was filled with an inexplicable sense of security, as if nothing could go wrong as long as White Night was present.
She knew this feeling wasn’t rational, but White Night had always given her this confidence.
As long as that white Magical Girl was around, nothing was really a problem.
Even if the sky were to collapse, White Night would hold it up!
In moments, Long Wen reached the Demon’s location. By now, the creature was being cut to ribbons by the white Magical Girl, her aura growing feebler and weaker.
Even so, the destructive energy surging within the Demon hadn’t diminished at all. This Demon had no intention of fighting back—her only goal was to self-destruct.
So this is White Night’s suppression? When facing others, Demons would resist or flee, but when confronted by White Night, they’d only think to self-destruct.
Long Wen smiled wryly to herself, but she knew full well just how vast the gap between herself and White Night truly was. Having such a powerful Magical Girl on the human side was by no means a bad thing.
“White Night, I’m here to help you!” Long Wen shouted, and her mighty dragon roared, charging at the Demon.
Its claws tore, its breath scorched, soon leaving the Demon covered in fresh wounds.
But compared to White Night, who could almost bisect the Demon with a single swing, Long Wen’s damage still seemed lacking.