A soul wrapped in pale golden laws emerged. In an instant, it shot upward, trying to enter the River Styx.
Velin looked at the hurried retreating figure of the purple-haired woman and reached out to stop her.
With the River Styx so close at hand, the purple-haired woman struggled desperately, yet she had no ability to resist.
The pale golden laws were continuously compressed, and the Power of Law leaking out scattered across the land.
In an instant, countless flowers, grasses, and trees grew over the ruins.
Within mere seconds, they covered tens of thousands of square kilometers.
Deep underground, a Magic Crystal Mine was forming. It absorbed the Power of Law, converting it into the most primitive magic power and expanding itself.
At the same time, as Velin continued to compress her, the world let out a mournful cry. The enormous dragon eyes of the sole surviving Black Dragon could not help but shed tears, grieving for the purple-haired woman who was about to perish.
Even though it had nearly died at her hands just moments ago, it now felt heartfelt sorrow—sorrow even greater than losing all its wealth.
Keeping it within a certain limit, Velin stopped what he was doing.
Although he could now destroy the soul of a Continental Legendary, it would put the World Mother in a difficult position.
But reducing the Power of Law she possessed, erasing the memories she had acquired in her life, and permanently weakening her soul—he had plenty of ways to do that.
Three minutes later, Velin released the purple-haired woman in his hand and allowed her soul to drift toward the River Styx.
Her hollow eyes, dim and lifeless soul, and the soul barrier formed by the nearly nonexistent Power of Law all spoke of what she had experienced in