Once the power of the apocalypse became involved in anything, then barring the unexpected, the unexpected was bound to happen.
Under normal circumstances, without the apocalypse's power meddling, Infinite Demon might have been stronger than Song Yun, but the gap between them was one of quantity, not quality.
As long as they stalled for a little while, other powerful fighters would naturally arrive.
But now, Infinite Demon was simply slaughtering everyone.
If Zhao Cheng had truly been an ordinary player, he would probably have been dumbfounded on the spot.
One moment ago, his conquest progress had been skyrocketing, and the peak of life had been within reach. The next, the target of his conquest had suddenly dropped dead.
And most crucially, once the balance was broken, it triggered a chain reaction.
Put simply, the protagonist's script was gone.
In that instant, under the power of the Dark Certificate, Infinite Demon completed a magnificent transformation.
Her originally black battle armor was now covered in rings of gray patterns, with spikes growing out in orderly rows. Rather than looking chaotic, they gave off an air of solemn majesty.
Yet the most eye-catching thing was still the cloak behind her. Her former black cape had transformed into black wings. Among the eight pairs of wings were not feathers, but black metal structures. As they unfurled, radiance upon them turned into threads, weaving together with the wings to form a powerful magical spell array.
This spell array was exceedingly wondrous. With just one glance, one could understand the meaning it conveyed: power, compassion, glory, victory!
Indeed, darkness seemed to have nothing to do with compassion. Yet in truth, allowing someone to sleep forever in darkness might not be a form of true compassion.
As black light flickered, the intense pressure made even Void