In the night.
Chen Shouyi's body rapidly swelled, soon transforming into a giant nearly two stories tall. His face twisted into a savage grimace as his killing intent locked onto the figure ahead.
The God of Fear narrowed his eyes. Shadows swirled around him, and anger seemed to burn in his scarlet eyes. "Ridiculous, insect. You're courting death. Do you really think I can't do anything to you..."
Before he could finish, his long black hair whipped violently backward. His expression shifted as a massive body tore through the air, rapidly expanding before his eyes. The plants all around them were flattened.
"Slow!"
She stamped her small, fair foot and cried out.
A swath of black light burst from her, spreading rapidly in every direction.
Her true body was nearby, so she could draw on a little of its divine power. Though she couldn't cast a true Divine Technique, she could still use a weakened, lesser Divine Technique—the kind priests could wield.
What the hell was that? The strange effect startled Chen Shouyi. He wanted to dodge, but it was already too late. The black light swept over him, and his body stiffened. The legendary energy within him fell silent, and his high-speed charge nearly sent him sprawling.
He quickly focused his will, instantly clearing the negative effect.
"Wasting!"
Seeing this, her expression changed again. She stamped her foot and gave a sharp cry.
A murky pulse swept toward Chen Shouyi once more.
But this time, it worked even less than before. An invisible, colorless radiance of will now shrouded Chen Shouyi. The pulse washed over him, weakening that radiance a little, but otherwise had almost no effect.
Divine power and will were, after all, similar forces.
The former came from the faith of countless believers; the latter from an