Inside the Pope Palace's secret chamber, the black-red currents slowly dispersed, and Bibi Dong staggered before collapsing onto the floor.
She looked at the Rakshasa God Phantom before her—a figure shrouded in black mist, wrapped in chains symbolizing slaughter and evil. Its face could not be seen, yet it radiated a suffocating pressure.
"Thank you."
Bibi Dong clutched her chest and coughed several times, her voice hoarse with the aftermath of disaster. Then she continued in a voice full of hatred:
"I underestimated him this time. Once I fully inherit your divine position, I'll make Shen Lian pay the price!"
At the mention of Shen Lian's name, the flames of vengeance reignited in her eyes, and even the pain from her injuries seemed to lessen somewhat.
Yet after hearing her words, the Rakshasa God Phantom, which had worn a solemn expression, suddenly shuddered. The black mist churned violently, revealing a trace of panic.
It looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, utterly different from the imposing figure that had just saved her.
"Whatever you do, don't lose your mind!"
The Rakshasa God's voice carried an unprecedented urgency, even cracking slightly as he continued to Bibi Dong:
"I advise you to abandon that idea as soon as possible. I still want to live a few more years!"
Bibi Dong froze, her purple-gold eyes filled with confusion as she asked the Rakshasa God:
"Why? Even after becoming a god, would I still be no match for him? Is your divine position not stronger than his? Didn't you say that in the God Realm, only the five God Kings could defeat you? Could it be that what he inherited is..."
An absurd yet terrifying thought surfaced in her mind.
"You guessed right!"
The Rakshasa God Phantom repeatedly waved his hands