Tiga Lingyu carried a Dark Gold Tier Tower Shield more than half as tall as she was. Her heeled combat boots clicked against the obsidian arena floor.
Song Ling stood beside her, fine ice crystals already spilling from the Frost Orb in her hand.
Across the arena stood a Berserker god from the Pantheon.
His name was Ba'er. Moments ago, the Water God's Heavy Water had pressed him down so hard he could barely straighten his back. Now, seeing that his opponents were two Lower Gods who had only just ignited their Divine Fire, he froze for two seconds before bursting into wild laughter.
"Qin Chuan! Aren't you getting a little overconfident?" Ba'er rolled his thick neck, his joints cracking like firecrackers. "Even in this damned Divine Domain, I'm still a Mid-Rank God! You're sending two Lower Gods to their deaths? What is this, one last insult?"
Qin Chuan leaned against a stone pillar and ignored him. He merely raised a hand and snapped his fingers.
Boom!
The dark red barrier around the Beast Arena Domain snapped shut, severing the arena's last connection to the outside world. The Heavy Water pressure restraining Ba'er vanished as well.
Power surged back through his body. The muscles in Ba'er's face twisted as his Berserker Battle Will Law erupted.
"If you're so eager to die, I'll start with these two women!" Ba'er roared. He grabbed at the air with both hands, and a massive blood-red axe formed from Battle Will Law appeared in his grip.
He shot forward like a cannonball, skimming across the obsidian floor. He unleashed the full pressure of a Mid-Rank God, hoping to crush the two Lower Gods with his aura alone.
Tiga Lingyu did not move.
In the real world, she was a formidable businesswoman, accustomed to countering every