Above Spirit City, divine blood fell like rain.
Bibi Dong struggled to rise from the rubble of Pope Mountain, black demonic blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. Her once-majestic, sinister Rakshasa God Armor was riddled with cracks, and most of its demonic aura had scattered.
She stared fixedly at Han Yu, whose white hair streamed high in the heavens, her five fingers trembling slightly around the Rakshasa Demon Sickle.
On the other side, a single strike of Gu Yu's trident had driven Qian Renxue back a thousand zhang. The six golden wings behind her shone dimly, her chest heaved, and golden divine blood likewise spilled from the corner of her mouth.
"Mother!"
Qian Renxue flashed through the air, landed beside Bibi Dong, and spoke urgently.
"Han Yu's divine power is far too domineering. He's nothing like an ordinary First-Level God who has only just reached level one hundred!
"Gu Yu's Sea God Divine Power is astonishingly profound as well. If we keep fighting, our divine bodies will collapse!"
Bibi Dong's expression turned utterly grim, and she nearly shattered her teeth as she gritted them.
"Damn it!
"The Ice God Godhood of the Far North has clearly been incomplete for ages. How did that wretch manage to inherit it perfectly in just two days?
"His extreme cold law can actually suppress my Rakshasa resentful fiendish energy by its very nature!"
"Go! Back to the city!"
Qian Renxue made the decision at once, her hands rapidly forming seals.
"As long as the green mountains remain, we needn't fear running out of firewood!
"With the City Protection Formation and the angel faith divine power left in Pope Palace, we can still hold them off!"
Though unwilling to accept it, Bibi Dong knew full well that their lives hung by a thread.