The woman’s figure before Lei De faded, and Rosily’s form emerged in its place. She instinctively wanted to summon Cang, and Cang was eager to act as well, but Rosily stopped it.
Withdrawing the hand that had been about to grip her sword, she faced Lei De empty-handed, lifting her chin to expose her slender white neck. Then she set her hands on her hips, gazing down at Lei De with an air of supreme disdain.
Lei De Abraham, after using his demon god transformation, felt the dark purple veins on his pitch-black body writhe once, and his aura grew even stronger by a notch. But he made no move to draw a weapon, since Rosily had no intention of using that sword.
In the center of the blood-red pupil of the Evil God’s eye on his chest, a black ring suddenly appeared, and then a stretch of darkness spread out from behind him.
Phil heard the sound of the Dream World’s borders being crushed and shattered. She narrowed her golden eyes slightly, gazing toward the darkness attempting to squeeze out her dreamscape.
No, that wasn’t darkness at all—it was seawater from the pitch-black deep sea.
The source of that Evil God’s eye must have been a Evil God from the abyss.
As their domains collided, she clearly sensed the power of those nine authorities: Devouring, Boundlessness, and the Source of Life—but the dominant one was Devouring.
The two forces clashed, carving distinct boundaries between their worlds. Lei De’s side was a pitch-black, abyssal void; Phil’s side was a beautiful forest scenery bathed in morning light.
Where the two worlds met, matter constantly generated and collapsed, as if they were biting and tearing at each other, devouring the other to fuel oneself, unifying everything within that region.
He could now be called Demon God Lei De, standing before Phil, the Dream Weaving Apostle of Shang Nü Hao, in the form of the pitch-black Sea Demon God.
The silver dragon authority inherited from the portion his mother had split off was naturally dominated by silver in every aspect—except for her pair of light gold eyes inherited from her mother Enya.
Rosily, temporarily released from her seal, had become what she ought to be, and that silver dragon authority naturally manifested in full.
Ying, the Sky Dragon.
Her golden pupils hung like the lofty sun, proudly overlooking the sea crawler before her.
The Sky Dragon’s authority over the sky wasn’t something like wind or lightning—it was the sun, the stars, and fate itself. Those winds and thunders were merely incidental, occupying only a small portion of her authority.
Phil didn’t intend to use Enya’s sword, nor the dream weaving method she’d figured out on her own. Instead, she wanted to experience the sky authority from the silver dragon on her daughter’s luxurious account.
Rosily raised her small hand, and heavenly light shone down everywhere.
Lei De sensed a threat from the delicate dragon girl.
He no longer held back; countless black tentacles reached toward the silver-white maiden, but the moment they touched the sunlight, they withered at extreme speed, finally turning to ash in the gentle radiance.
Rosily gently pressed her palms together, and on her youthful yet sacred face bloomed a charming, radiant smile.
If anyone foolishly thought she was just smiling out of happiness…
Then you’d die a miserable death!
Lei De, worthy of his eight-tier peak cultivation, shaped the dark tide into armor around his body. His previously exposed form was now wrapped entirely, leaving only the eye on his chest and his own face visible.
The next moment, the domains behind both sides were torn apart by an overwhelming force.
An apple floated in Rosily’s hand—entirely black, covered in a thin rainbow film. Naturally, it wasn’t meant for eating.
It was a small dream Phil had woven, with her daughter Estelle and the little children sealed inside, to keep them from being caught in the crossfire of her battle with Lei De.
The woven space fragments scattered and flew about as the two returned to the real world…
Rosily sat on a space fragment, crossing her left leg over her right, still occupying the high ground as she looked down at Lei De.
Lei De glanced at the ground and saw it had been ripped apart as well.
Everything within the range of that [sunlight] was no longer held by the earth’s gravity—it drifted slowly into the sky until reaching some equilibrium and stopping.
He turned his gaze back to the silver-haired girl high above.
“Impressive.”
“Hmph~”
Rosily let out a light hum, and her right index finger traced a circle in the air. The floating earth fragments all began to spin, and then she pointed toward Lei De.
Those spinning masses ignited with blinding white light, turning into meteors that converged upon Demon God Lei De.
Sunlight and starlight—two overwhelming presences—left everyone on the nearby smaller battlefield unable to focus on their own fights. All of them felt fear and helplessness before such a spectacle.
Having finally shattered the Bone Man, Henna was panting heavily, clutching her lower back with a hint of weakness.
She took another swig of potion to buy herself a few more minutes. Just as she was about to clean up those heretic cultist grunts that had come out of nowhere…
The battlefield that had suddenly descended a thousand meters away left her unable to move.
But as someone who had reached the seventh tier, she could still barely lift her head to look toward the silver-white dragon.
The intense flash forced Henna to avert her gaze. But at that very moment, it happened to be when Rosily raised her finger.
Who is she?
Henna caught sight of a slender girl’s silhouette—she looked about thirteen or fourteen in height, and it seemed she even had horns growing from her head.
Central battlefield—
Lei De raised a black pearl to block the impact of those white starlight meteors.
Inside the black pearl, he struggled to hold on. And at that moment, the eye on his chest suddenly opened a mouth, looking up at Lei De, and sneered at him mockingly.
“Hey now, how’d you get beaten up like this by some little yellow-haired girl?”
Lei De didn’t bother acknowledging the eye. He silently maintained his defense.
***
Outside the black pearl, the white light didn’t vanish upon impact. Instead, it converged together, forming a colossal white light sphere.
It continuously devoured all matter from the ground, even sucking the air out of the surrounding space completely.
It was like a child never satisfied, possessing infinite appetite, swallowing everything edible around it.
Rosily held her palms facing each other before her slightly heaving chest, but the gap between her palms was growing wider and wider, and fine beads of sweat had broken out on her forehead.
Controlling it required considerable effort—even with Rosily’s current mother in control, it was somewhat taxing. If Rosily herself were to wield this power, it would surely run wild.
Her left palm cut inward, her right palm cut outward. Her two small hands faced each other vertically, and with a crisp low shout from Rosily, she pressed her palms together with visible strain.
The white light sphere that had filled the entire sky transformed into a thin thread in an instant, finally vanishing completely from the air. The distortion of that space, after a violent contraction, at last returned to its former state.
Rosily let out a soft breath. But at that moment, a jarring, sinister laugh suddenly echoed out. She narrowed her eyes and looked over.
At the spot where the white thread had disappeared, in that empty expanse of nothingness, a blood-red eye abruptly opened—and at the center of that blood-red eye was a wide grinning mouth.
The mouth spoke in utterly perverted words.
“Ah~ the scent on this woman… so fragrant, so familiar…”
Then, a person grew out from the eye.