"You must die!" Abili roared with absolute conviction, blood spraying from her mouth. "You must die! I can't wait to see what you look like when you're dead! You cowardly weakling, you damned bastard! Your Ashir Clan is nothing but a pack of petty creatures greedy for life and afraid of death—ignorant fools who know only how to fight for power and profit!"
Amulai clumsily pulled out a green divine crystal roughly the size of his fist and stuffed it into his mouth. The spread of the sickly green poisonous mist over his body immediately slowed considerably. Panting heavily, he looked at Abili and helplessly pointed his sword at Xielisi. "But Xielisi has us trapped now. This is her territory. We have to face reality!"
Xielisi let out a cold, mocking laugh. She swung her long whip, and countless pink streaks of light, like swarms of fireflies crossing the summer night sky, trailed arcs of divine radiance as they lashed toward the two bickering gods.
Amulai raised his shield again. The pink whip-shadows struck it with dull impacts, splashing great swaths of green venom through the air. Amulai threw back his head and roared in fury, "I never should have come here! Why did such a cursed assignment have to land on my head? For the sake of a human, I've actually fallen into such danger!"
Compared to Amulai, Abili, with her six arms, had it much easier. Three arms formed an impenetrable defensive blade formation, sheets of blackish-green blade light condensing around her. Vast numbers of divine runes gathered into a crystal wall dozens of meters thick, firmly blocking Xielisi's attacks. Her remaining three arms continuously swung out torrents of blade light, hacking chaotically at Amulai.
Under the joint assault of Xielisi and Abili, Amulai—whose rank had already been