Meanwhile, in the God Realm, at the Rakshasa God Temple.
Dark crimson divine power churned through the hall. Rakshasa God sat upon her divine throne, her face filled with confusion.
She had seen Bibi Dong's death clearly. The dark golden beam that pierced through her chest contained pure Destruction Power. There was absolutely no chance of survival.
Yet the sense of divine inheritance remained unusually clear—the Rakshasa God Trial had not only continued, but had already advanced to the eighth trial, just one step away from the final inheritance.
"How is this possible? Why is the God Trial still continuing?"
Rakshasa God muttered to herself, her fingers tapping against the armrest. Then she murmured again,
"Did Bibi Dong leave some backup plan? Or did someone intervene?"
Suddenly, Rakshasa God's thoughts were interrupted by a violent surge of divine power. The temple's great doors slowly opened with a creak, and a figure clad in blood-red battle armor stepped in along golden divine patterns. The killing intent radiating from him caused the entire temple's temperature to plummet.
"Asura, what are you doing here?"
Rakshasa God abruptly rose to her feet and stared warily at the newcomer.
Throughout the entire God Realm, the one Rakshasa God least wished to see was this God King who wielded the Slaughter Law.
God King of Asura said nothing. He merely swept his blood-flame-burning gaze across the hall.
Two entirely different divine powers collided in the air, stirring invisible storms. An undercurrent that would determine the God Realm's future was quietly beginning to surge.
Rakshasa God glared fixedly at God King of Asura, barely suppressing the murderous intent churning within her chest.
The dark crimson divine power around her roiled violently, as though it would transform into blades and rush at him the next moment.
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