Above Jialing Pass, god-level pressure swept forth like a tsunami. The silver-purple Power of Judgment and jet-black Power of Destruction around Lin Zhixia had completely spiraled out of control. The two divine powers intertwined and collided wildly, transforming into two grotesque giant dragons—the Dragon of Judgment shimmered with silver radiance, its scales dazzling like star diamonds and its eyes carrying majestic heavenly might; the Dragon of Destruction was black as ink, wreathed in an aura of collapse, its claws tearing visible rifts through the air.
"Roar—!"
The two dragons threw back their heads and roared at once, their cries shaking the heavens and earth. Even Jialing Pass's walls trembled, while chasms several yards wide split open across the ground. The Spirit Hall Empire's soldiers were cowed by the terrifying aura, retreating one after another with terror on their faces.
Tang San's brow furrowed tightly. His blue-gold Sea God divine power had already condensed as he prepared to step forward and stop her, but a transparent god-level barrier blocked his path. Patterns of star cores and destruction flowed across the barrier. No matter how he bombarded it with the power of two gods, it did not budge in the slightest. "Zhi Xia! Calm down!" he called out grimly, but he could only watch helplessly as Lin Zhixia within the barrier completely descended into madness.
"Have you gone mad?!" Bibi Dong gripped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, her expression grave to the extreme. She could feel that the two powers within Lin Zhixia had already surpassed the god-level realm. That madness, as though she intended to perish together with her enemies, filled even the Rakshasa God with dread.
"Mad? Hahahaha—!" Lin Zhixia threw back her head and laughed. Her laughter was shrill and despairing as tears mixed with star power slid from the