"This is bad!"
Song Ling's heart lurched.
Her power was meant to guide, not meet force head-on.
At that critical instant, another figure appeared before Yada Yada.
It was a massive half-human, half-beast figure identical to him.
Except its eyes were pure golden slits, burning with flame.
It was an illusion created by Mirror.
She had not tried to create an elaborate scene. Instead, she had given Yada Yada an "enemy" in the simplest, most direct way.
One of his own kind, pure and untainted by the power of the void.
Sure enough, Yada Yada stopped.
His gray-black right eye still brimmed with loathing for everything.
But when his golden left eye saw that pure, regal version of himself, fierce fighting spirit and rage flared within it.
It was a king's instinct: he would never allow another king in his territory.
The two wills clashed even more violently inside him.
He abandoned his attack on Song Ling, let out a roar that shook the heavens, and slashed at Mirror's illusion.
The illusion shattered on impact.
But that brief opening was enough.
Song Ling's black chains caught onto Yada Yada's back, right over his heart.
"Now!" Tiga Lingyu shouted.
Song Ling's gaze sharpened as she drove her divinity to its limit.
The two black chains seemed to become enormous suction tubes, dragging a gray-black aura of void and finality out of Yada Yada's body by force.
"Aaaaaagh—!"
Yada Yada let out a scream more agonized than any before.
His body was like a punctured balloon. The chaotic aura that had swelled within him began visibly leaking away.
They were on the verge of succeeding.
Then the vortex in Yada Yada's gray-black right eye suddenly spun faster.
A pure will of "nothingness," far more terrifying than before, erupted from within him.
It