The Rakshasa God Is Dead

Bibi Dong's body suddenly stiffened!

She looked around sharply, trying to find the source of the sound.

But there was still nothingness all around, with no sign of anyone.

The sound seemed to come from very far away, but also seemed to be right next to the ears, making it impossible to determine the direction.

"Who?!"

Bibi Dong's voice echoed in this void, but there was no response.

She quickly entered a fighting state, with Soul Power circulating rapidly in her body, ready to summon Martial Soul at any time.

Just then--

The voice suddenly came from her ear, as close as if the person was speaking right next to her ear:

"The successor of Rakshasa God, I didn't expect this generation to be so weak!"

There was undisguised contempt and ridicule in that voice.

Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly shrank, and his body retreated instantly!

She stepped back a few feet and suddenly turned her head to look at where she was just now -

Empty!

Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Before she could calm down, the voice sounded again.

But this time, it came from behind her.

"Tsk, tsk, that's all you have?"

The voice was very close, with a somewhat playful smile.

Bibi Dong I felt a chill running straight from my tailbone to Tianling Gai!

She turned around sharply--

Still empty!

"Who?! Come out!"

There was irrepressible anger in her voice, and more of it was the embarrassment and panic after being teased.

But all she received in response was deathly silence.

Bibi Dong's chest heaved violently.

She has lived for decades, climbing from a small Soul Master to a position of the Spirit Hall Pope step by step. She has experienced countless crises, but she has never been as... creepy as this moment.

That invisible enemy, that entangled voice like a gangrene on the bones, made her feel for the first time what is called... unknown fear!

What's even more frightening is that the fear is eroding her sanity little by little.

Her breathing became faster and faster, and the look in her eyes began to become confused.

The unbearable memories of the past - that night, that man, the humiliation and pain - flooded into my heart like a tide.

The erosion of Rakshasa Divine Power has not stopped over the years.

It amplified all the negative emotions in her heart: hatred, anger, greed, paranoia...

But at this moment, in this strange void space, after being repeatedly played by that invisible existence, those suppressed emotions finally found an outlet to vent.

"Come out!!!"

She roared angrily, the clarity in her eyes being replaced by madness little by little.

But the one who responded to her was still that joking voice:

"What? You can't stand this anymore? The successor of Rakshasa is really becoming more and more useless."

The voice was full of malicious teasing, like gangrene in the bones, echoing repeatedly in her ears.

"Shut up!!!"

Bibi Dong can no longer control his emotions.

A purple-black light flashed in her eyes--

Death Spider Emperor, possessed!

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, red!

Nine Spirit Ring emerged from under her instantly!

Without any hesitation, she directly used Spirit Skill!

Seventh Soul Ring and Sixth Soul Ring flash in succession!

"Seventh Spirit Skill–Death Spider Emperor Avatar!"

"Sixth Spirit Skill–Vampire Spider Thorn!!!"

Purple-black light surged out of her body like a tide, turning into Spider Spear composed of countless Soul Power, bombarding crazily in all directions!

Every blow carries a Titled Douluo level of terrifying power, enough to easily obliterate any Soul Douluo level existence!

But those attacks blasted into nothingness, but they were like mud cows rushing into the sea, without causing any waves.

"Be angry, be crazy, this is like the descendant of Rakshasa."

The sound was like gangrene in her bones, echoing in her ears.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!!"

Bibi Dong has completely lost his mind.

She released Spirit Skill without hesitation, one after another, blasting in all directions crazily.

Time passes minute by minute.

I don't know how long it took--

Bibi Dong finally stopped attacking.

Her breathing was heavy and disordered, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and most of the Soul Power in her body had been consumed.

She was half-bent, with her hands on her knees, breathing heavily.

But that voice still appeared in her ears like a gangrene attached to the bones, with a more intense sarcasm:

"What? Isn't this empty?"

"The descendants of Rakshasa are really inferior to each other."

Bibi Dong did not respond.

She just lowered her head, gasping for air, and her chest heaved violently.

But in those lowered eyes, the madness was fading away little by little, replaced by deep calmness and vigilance.

She is pretending.

The loss of control just now was indeed due to the influence of Rakshasa Divine Power, but it was more due to her testing.

Test what this invisible enemy wants.

And now, she got an important piece of information--

Although this being could play tricks on her and ignore her attacks, it never really took action against her.

What does this mean?

It means he can't take action.

In other words, he needs her.

Thinking of this, Bibi Dong took a deep breath and slowly straightened up.

Her voice returned to calmness, and she even said with a bit of coldness:

"Just tell me what your purpose is."

As soon as he said this, the voice fell silent.

Half a moment.

The voice sounded again. This time, the tone was less joking and more surprising:

"Oh? Are you finally willing to calm down and talk properly?"

Bibi Dong snorted coldly and did not answer.

There was another moment of silence.

Then, the voice sounded frivolously:

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's really boring."

The moment the words fell--

A figure slowly appeared in front of Bibi Dong's eyes.

The first thing that appeared was a pair of ferocious feet. The soles of the feet were like some kind of Ferocious Beast claws, covered with blue-black scales, and the nails were as sharp as hooks.

Then the legs, torso, and arms.

It was a... humanoid being.

But that face made Bibi Dong, who was used to seeing all kinds of Martial Soul and all kinds of Soul Beast, couldn't help but be startled.

It has blue-black skin, deep-set eye sockets, and a pair of eyes so dark that they seem to be able to swallow light. The facial features are twisted and ferocious, and when the corners of the mouth are opened, a mouth full of sharp fangs is exposed.

That's definitely not human.

Nor is it Soul Beast.

That is a... completely unknown existence.

Bibi Dong subconsciously took half a step back, with unconcealable horror in his voice:

"You... what are you?!"

The figure tilted his head, his dark eyes stared at her, and the corners of his mouth curved wider:

"Tsk tsk, the descendant of Rakshasa is really rude."

He took steps and walked slowly towards Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong took another step back reflexively.

The figure didn't seem to notice her alertness. He just approached her with a smile and his voice was still frivolous:

"What? Rakshasa didn't tell you the true appearance of the devil?"

"Demon?"

This fresh vocabulary made Bibi Dong stunned.

She frowned and was about to ask something when the figure suddenly turned her head and said as if talking to herself:

"Oh, I forgot. Rakshasa is dead, of course you don't know!"

"Rakshasa... dead?!"