Not a Speck of Dust for Ten Thousand Miles (Continued)

From the east, a lady comes treading on the sea. From the west, an old man rides the waves.

The God Slayer, Luo Hao. The God Slayer, Voban —the moment they encountered the two Great Saints, another battle suddenly erupted.

Athena looked up and saw a drop of blood foam rising from the black throne. She heard breathing, and she saw the blood foam multiply and mutate.

First the heart, then the bones, and in an instant, flesh and skin were all complete. A head of beautiful hair cascaded down, draped in a black dress. She saw the girl on the throne reach out her hand, and the crimson and black greatsword suddenly appeared in the girl's grasp.

Blood is immortal, flesh and blood give rise to life.

Miss Surtr opened her eyes.

"I almost died, it was quite interesting." She turned her head and glanced at Athena. "Thank you for your hard work. Without your help, I don't think I would have had the strength to protect this palace in battle."

She saw Athena raise her head.

"I was merely keeping my promise. But you..." Athena, who had somehow returned to her cage, looked up at her with surprise. "You... after going through such a battle, you didn't suffer any damage at all?"

"Because my flames are inexhaustible." Miss Surtr nodded, her fingertips brushing against Laevateinn's blade. "The Curse Power of God Slayer is a false infinity, Unwilling God is also a false infinity. They, including yours, are simply recovering more than they output. But injuries, fatigue, and exhaustion, once they exceed a certain limit, cannot be easily erased."

She stepped forward, her gaze sweeping across the palace, watching the Demon King's actions.

"Therefore, I will inevitably win, I am destined to win. As long as it is a battle of attrition, I will inevitably be the one to win in the end."

"...This is truly an unfair battle. In that case, even if I were the original form from mythology, I still wouldn't be a match for you." Athena lowered her eyes and hugged her knees. "But you must be careful, my bound one. This world is undergoing a change. A change that I can sense, but cannot perceive in its true form. I am uneasy about it, and you should also remain vigilant."

"I've been very vigilant." Miss Surtr nodded, then stepped out of the palace. "But thank you for your reminder, Athena."

She waved her hand, leaving Athena behind. The moment she stepped out of the palace gates, she saw the darkness that had enveloped the palace dissipate and crumble.

—The Demon King have exhausted all their strength and made their last desperate attempt.

—Then, as a sign of respect, I will respond with my own unique strength.

"Laevateinn," she said softly, letting her sword fall, its blade piercing the center of the plaza outside the palace. "Let them witness the Originium Arts I created in Terra."

The next second, his eyes widened! From the depths of his eyes, flames surged!

"Muspelheim. Deploy!"

The darkness vanished in an instant, and from the nothingness, countless colossal palaces of fire emerged. Lava, blazing iron, and surging tides of fire spread in all directions, constructing a vast Realm of Fire.

Footsteps thundered, echoing like lightning. Majestic, towering Fire Giant, draped in lava and flowing gold, strode outwards from the depths of the palace in orderly ranks. Their auras were immense; even the weakest of them was stronger than the strongest Divine Beasts. Their numbers were vast, numbering in the thousands, seemingly endless.

Muspelheim is also known as the Land of Fire.

Surtr is the destined Monarchs the Land of Fire.

She didn't pick up Laevateinn, but simply condensed the flames in her hands into a two-handed sword based on her tangible fist intent. And the moment she raised the longsword high, the reappeared Land of Fire was only filled with the silent burning of flames.

She watched the Giant Roc approach, and the Demon King storm into the land of the Realm of Fire.

Then, he pointed his longsword forward.

"Kill!" she commanded.

"!!!!!!!!!!"—The legion of the fire giants, stirred by the king's command, wielded weapons constructed of lava and molten gold, surging towards the Demon King like a tidal wave.

But even faster than the legion was the artillery barrage from the palace's highest point. The central axis, nearing a hundred million degrees Celsius, saw an extreme concentration of light and heat converge into a single beam!

"Brothers, I, Huntian, will take my leave first!"

The colossal Peng roared. The instant it landed on the lava plains of the Land of Fire, it stood upright, spreading its wings to shield and protect the remaining Demon King. Nearly a hundred beams of scorching light pierced through it completely, while several meteors, under its cover, penetrated the ranks of the fire giants!

A colossal Azure Lion suddenly materialized. In an instant, it was hacked and slashed by the legion of Fire Giants, but it remained silent, enduring its fatal wounds and continuing its charge. Before it fell, a chilling wave of cold was unleashed!

At his last gasp, the Flood Dragon Demon King had only this one strike left to unleash.

In the next instant, it was pierced by several blazing spears and pinned to the pool of fire. But before it was engulfed by the sea of flames, the chilling aura it exuded tore a hole in the flawless army formation.

So the Giant Ape charged. The King Yu Rong, a gibbon, pushed the battle line to the edge of its field of vision.

At the edge of the field of vision, there was nothing but flames.

And in the instant it was engulfed by the tide of flames, it roared as it threw itself with all its might!

"Qi Tian!"

Space suddenly shattered, and the previously insurmountable gap was eliminated.

The girl immediately raised her sword to block the club that suddenly appeared in the broken space and fell down!

"You have exhausted all your strength, but my strength has no end." The girl's voice was indifferent and cold. She was simply stating a fact.

"Huh? So what!?"

The response came immediately, along with another round of blows from the sticks.

"Today, Old Sun, am determined to advance, not retreat!"

Parry, deflect the force, and retaliate.

The sword sliced off hair, tearing blood. The blow from the staff only forced her to retreat.

They retreated, their retreat accompanied by the blood of the Monkey King.

—So you claim you've gotten it back? Then...

In the girl's eyes, she saw the Monkey King surrounded by Flood Dragon —phantoms, the souls of the dead. The Flood Dragon coiled around him, and a roc perched on his shoulder. Macaques and apes followed on either side, while Azure Lion guarded his rear. As the phantom of the White Ox traversed the lands of the Land of Fire, a realization dawned on the girl's mind.

—So that's how it is. So you're the only one left?

Her thoughts raced, and the legion of fire giants was temporarily unable to defend her. She raised her sword, anticipating the blow she would parry, but this one was far heavier than any of the previous strikes!

The force dissipated, and the palace gates behind her shattered. The ferocious Monkey King pounced on her, forcing her to retreat into the palace.

She responded with a blazing fire.

Fight, fight, the Goddess in the birdcage watches silently.

The battle raged, from the shattered doors all the way to the dark throne.

There was nowhere to advance, and nowhere to retreat.

Thus, victory or defeat, life or death, was decided here. The moment the Monkey King's heaviest blow came down, the girl stopped defending.

Injury for injury.