On the outskirts of the City of Silver, the slaughter continued, but most eyes were fixed on the Giant Gods clashing against each other.
The Giant God, covered in "mud," was trying to tear apart the City of Silver. Its immense form cast a shadow that blotted out the sky.
With a mere collision, the entire silver domain began to tremble.
This was a true demon god, an existence that had surpassed true gods in terms of sheer power.
Lu PingAn had encountered this kind of beautiful data far too many times.
And he had far too many countering abilities as well.
"Give it a try."
Unlike Chris and Lady Lin's current states, he was borrowing power—temporarily "fusing" rather than completely seizing it. He could yield control and let the professionals handle professional matters while he served as support.
"Purification."
The battlefield blazed with power that expelled contamination and restored order.
Ordinarily, such an ability would not be enough to affect a god-level being. But Lady Lin's patchwork, chaotic state was itself nothing more than a heap of cobbled-together junk.
She might possess god-level power, but she lacked god-level stability.
"Little Flame, keep going."
Little Flame, the Fire God's true self, had actually been integrated into Lu PingAn's Black King. She was a complete controller of flame.
"Complete" meant purity. Even if she ignited every particle of life within herself, that was merely her natural state. Flame was her flesh, her instinct.
Other lifeforms, however, would always have limits when playing with fire.
"The greatest impurity is the user's soul. Humans and flame-based lifeforms are different. Fearing fire is human instinct, while fire elementals are fire itself."
When Lu PingAn realized this, he found it rather subtle. The more emotionally complicated a lifeform was, the further it seemed to drift