Even An Liya hadn't expected the old bat to act so decisively.
The figure, shrouded in terrifying dark arts, drew closer and closer.
Black feathers blanketed the hundred meters of sky around him, packed so densely that each one seemed like the sharpest razor. Crimson snowflakes covered the surrounding thousand meters, and anything they touched quietly vanished.
Amid the interweaving darkness and crimson, the Wind Elder lunged toward the Giant Face caught in the Wind Barrier.
This time,
the countless cancerous growths hanging beneath the Giant Face spontaneously burst into flames. High-intensity Law Power formed brilliant, deep-blue flames that shot into the sky.
The flames were a ghostly blue—the sort of color that had no place in the life-sustaining order of living cells.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...
Every crimson snowflake and every dark feather continued to annihilate against the deep-blue flames.
It was as if a splash of cold water had been thrown into a pan of hot oil. The two utterly different energies clashed, setting off an endless chain of explosions in the sky.
The bat Blood-Derived clenched its teeth and did everything in its power to keep charging forward.
It wanted to inflict an indelible wound on the invading evil god's true body, protected by those ghostly flames. At the very least, it wanted to seal away part of its God Body forever as the price of its invasion.
But the struggle was excruciatingly difficult and drawn out.
With all its internal organs gone, it was like a lamp running dry, sustained by nothing but its last shred of will.
"You've done remarkably well to make it this far."
An Liya gave a sinister sneer, offering him a taunting sort of praise.
She looked at him like a pitiable insect. He had given everything, yet