Fire and explosions, thunder and storms, barking and Dog Cannons—the Lost City Ertos trembled violently amid this world-shattering clash of energy. Its thousand-year-old walls collapsed like rotten wood, while its magnificent palaces scattered on the wind like dust. It was a spectacular scene unseen on Earth since the Mythical Era. A churning sea of blood hung upside down from the sky, while all kinds of artillery fire and energy beams surged upward into it like an inverted rainstorm. At that moment, this lost alien space seemed as though heaven and earth had been turned upside down.
The bats behind Vivian had already transformed into two storms of white-hot electricity. Blinding electrical whirlpools floated on either side of her enormous wings, and every oscillation of the whirlpools shot out two powerful arcs of lightning, each dozens of meters wide and tens of kilometers long. Their power was comparable to natural thunder, and they also carried Vivian's unique aura. Even the Evil Spirit, which possessed divinity, could not withstand the edge of that lightning.
A brilliant fireball, like a miniature sun, suddenly exploded, forming a brief hollow in the center of the inverted sea of blood. After the light at the explosion's center gradually dimmed, a hazy figure wrapped in black-and-red mist slowly emerged. Hao Ren spat into the air beside him. "Tsk—its vitality is downright outrageous."
Vivian's face was expressionless. Hearing that, she merely said, "It's clearly weakening."
Hao Ren nodded and stared intently at the hazy figure wrapped in black-and-red mist.
The Evil Spirit's frenzied assault continued unabated, but that was merely the momentum born of its lack of reason. Aside from its unchanging battle madness, the monster was clearly at the end of its strength.
Its body was repairing itself more and more slowly. Nearly two-thirds of the churning