Rakshasa God!

When Magic Shadow saw the woman's figure, his entire body jolted as if struck by lightning. His pupils contracted to their limits, and for the first time, genuine terror appeared on his face.

After the terror came boundless fanaticism.

Magic Shadow prostrated himself on the ground, his words filled with reverence. "My god! Have you finally seen your most faithful believer?"

The woman whom Magic Shadow called a god slowly turned around. A cruel smile curled across her lips as she spoke softly in a voice that seemed to come from the depths of hell. "My most faithful believer? Trash like you thinks you deserve to believe in me? Die!"

As her words fell, countless screams rang out from Bone Mountain. Every voice belonged to innocent villagers, children, and women whom Magic Shadow had personally slaughtered over the years. Their faces were twisted in agony as they stretched out their withered arms and surged madly toward him.

"Give me back my life!"

"Give me back my child!"

"I'll kill you, you beast!"

"Pay for my family's lives!"

Magic Shadow was still a Soul Master, after all. At first, he paid no attention to these ants who had died by his hand. But no matter how many times he killed them, they would not die.

Magic Shadow killed them again and again, yet they quickly revived every time. After who knew how many repetitions, he finally broke down completely. He waved his hands frantically, trying to drive away the illusions, only to discover that he could not use his soul skills here at all.

"Get lost! All of you, get lost!" Magic Shadow roared hysterically. The sinister ferocity from before had vanished from his face, leaving behind only deep fear and despair.

"Qin Heng" stared fixedly at the illusion space. If he had not seen wrongly, the person Magic Shadow feared most seemed to be the Rakshasa God!

But how could the Rakshasa God possibly be connected to a mere Soul Master like Magic Shadow?

Within the illusion space, the figure of the Rakshasa God, with her blue-gray skin and blood-red vertical pupils, became increasingly clear.

With a light sweep of the Black-Purple Magic Pattern Scythe in her hand, purple-black resentment energy surged toward the completely broken Magic Shadow like a tide.

Magic Shadow let out one final, incomparably shrill scream before it abruptly cut off.

Before the Rakshasa God's terrifying divine power, his mental will was as fragile as paper. It was instantly torn to pieces and completely annihilated.

Outside, Magic Shadow's giant Martial Soul Avatar, more than ten meters tall, suddenly trembled violently. Then, like a deflated balloon, it rapidly shrank as large swaths of black mist dispersed.

After the Martial Soul Avatar was released, his true body fell heavily from the air and smashed into the ground.

Thud! Magic Shadow sprawled on the ground, his eyes rolled white, murky drool uncontrollably flowing from the corners of his mouth. His facial muscles twitched without end, and he wore the vacant expression of a fool.

This was a typical symptom of a devastating mental injury. Even though his body remained intact, his soul and will had been completely shattered. He was no different from an idiot.

The five Fallen Soul Masters watching from afar were utterly stunned. They could not believe that the Third Elder, whose strength had reached the Soul Saint realm and who had always been known for his ruthless viciousness, had actually lost to a young man who appeared to be only a Soul Ancestor—and lost so completely, so bizarrely.

"Th-the Third Elder... lost?"

"Impossible! How is that possible?!"

The five men were pale-faced, their eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

Two of them even subconsciously retreated several steps, their bodies trembling faintly.

Meanwhile, within the illusion space.

"Qin Heng" was preparing to dispel the illusion when his expression suddenly changed. A fine layer of cold sweat instantly seeped across his forehead.

To his astonishment, he discovered that he had completely lost control of the illusion space at that moment!

No matter how he mobilized his mental power, he could not close the illusion.

Even more terrifyingly, the Rakshasa God who had just completely annihilated Magic Shadow's consciousness did not disappear. Instead, she slowly turned around and began walking toward him step by step.

With every step she took, the illusion space trembled. Even the blood-red sky seemed to twist faintly beneath her footsteps.

Soon, the Rakshasa God stopped less than five meters in front of "Qin Heng."

Her blood-red vertical pupils narrowed slightly, carrying a playful yet dangerous gleam. She slowly examined the dark-red, ferocious Asura Armor on "Qin Heng," looking interested, as though she were admiring an amusing toy.

"Qin Heng's" heart pounded wildly. At that moment, he finally understood what was happening.

The Rakshasa God Magic Shadow had initially seen was merely a false projection he had constructed in the illusion with his mental power.

Yet when he shattered Magic Shadow's mind, the real Rakshasa God had somehow cast down a wisp of divine consciousness and descended directly into his illusion space!

Facing a genuine god, even if it was only an incarnation of divine consciousness, "Qin Heng" immediately felt an unprecedented, terrifying pressure.

It was an absolute suppression that came from the soul itself, as though she could erase his mind completely with a single thought.

Even the Asura Armor seemed somewhat fragile at this moment, while the Illusion Pupil could not fully discern the depths of her divine consciousness.

The Rakshasa God tilted her head slightly. Her voice possessed a strange magnetism, yet it was cold enough to pierce the bone. "A mere Soul Ancestor can actually construct such a realistic illusion, and you even dared use my image to torment my believer. How interesting."

She extended a blue-gray finger and lightly tapped the Asura Armor over "Qin Heng's" chest. Purple-black resentment energy coiled around her fingertip, but she did not attack immediately.

"Qin Heng" forcibly suppressed the storm in his heart and bowed. "Greetings, Your Excellency Rakshasa God."

At his words, a playful, cold smile flashed through the Rakshasa God's blood-red vertical pupils. She looked at "Qin Heng" with interest. "Boy, where did the aura of mine on your body come from?"

As the Rakshasa God questioned him, the atmosphere within the illusion space instantly became even more oppressive and dangerous.

"Qin Heng" felt a chill run down his back as more and more cold sweat gathered on his forehead.

Facing this wisp of the Rakshasa God's divine consciousness that had descended so suddenly, he had to respond carefully. Otherwise, the consequences would be unthinkable.

At that moment, an idea surfaced in "Qin Heng's" mind: use his inner voice to fool the Rakshasa God. But he quickly realized that this was only a clone, and a clone could not use the inner voice ability.

With no other choice, "Qin Heng" could only bring up Bibi Dong. "In reply to Your Excellency Rakshasa God, I have lived in Pope Palace for many years and received the Supreme Pontiff's guidance."

"You are actually the disciple of my inheritor?"

"I would not dare hide it from Your Excellency. The Supreme Pontiff and I can only be considered half master and disciple. We have the reality of such a relationship, but not its name."

The Rakshasa God gave "Qin Heng" an interested look. "If you were a woman, she would have taken you as her disciple long ago. Unfortunately, you are a man. You can forget about becoming her disciple in this lifetime.

"But her failure to value you is her loss. I, however, am quite interested in you. Would you like to become my inheritor?"