The moment Esdeath put on the Demon Hand, she immediately felt Black Rakshasa's soul power surging within her body.
It was as though she had merged with Black Rakshasa's soul. Esdeath felt an unprecedented shock—it was Black Rakshasa's soul power, ancient and profound, filled with endless rage, resentment, and towering killing intent.
Yet it still retained that unyielding, violent nature.
Those emotions churned through the sea of her heart like raging waves, but rather than drowning her, they filled her with a strange thrill and satisfaction.
Her eyes flew open, an unusual light flashing within them. It was Black Rakshasa's wildness and defiance, as well as an embodiment of Esdeath's own mad will.
At that moment, it was as if she and Black Rakshasa's soul had reached some sort of understanding. The boundary between them blurred. She was Rakshasa, and Rakshasa was her.
The Demon Hand automatically fitted itself to Esdeath's arm, without making her right hand look any larger than her left.
Esdeath suddenly threw a punch at Chang Wei.
"Rakshasa Demonic Fist!"
Esdeath let out a low roar, her voice filled with endless killing intent and resolve.
As her words fell, unimaginable demonic power erupted from within her body, flowing along her right arm and gathering at the front of her fist.
In that instant, the entire space seemed twisted by this power, and the air filled with a suffocating pressure.
"Kill Heaven! Kill Earth! Kill all living beings!"
Esdeath's voice echoed between heaven and earth. Every word was like a heavy hammer striking everyone's hearts, sending chills through them.
Her fist seemed to become an emissary of death, carrying the will to destroy everything as it blasted toward Chang Wei.
Wherever the fist wind passed, space itself seemed torn apart. A pitch-black crack spread through the Void,