His Strength Was Still Far Too Weak

Di Tian's enormous dragon body slowly descended to the ground, concealing all its dragon might.

Its proud head drooped slightly, and the original rage and killing intent in its dark golden vertical pupils had been replaced by a deeper and more complex emotion—awe in the face of absolute power, awe of the source of its bloodline, and an indescribable shock.

Its way of protecting the forest is through battle and destruction, but the Master... directly changed the very existence of the "battlefield".

Xiong Jun's enormous mouth was wide open, big enough to fit his own paws, and his eyes, as big as copper bells, were wide open, clearly displaying his thoughts.

"You can do that?!?"

He felt his brain was starting to malfunction; the frustration, anger, and fear he had felt earlier had all turned to mush in the face of this incomprehensible operation.

The Scarlet King's three heads stared at each other blankly, their six eyes filled with question marks.

The countless branches and leaves of the Ten Thousand Demon King stopped swaying, as if they had been petrified.

The enormous pit and the silver-haired, silver-eyed figure were reflected in Zi JI's deep purple eyes, and she fell into a long silence.

Bi Ji's gentle smile completely transformed into a bitter and shocked expression of mixed emotions.

She looked at the deep pit, then at Gu Yuena in the air, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

They fought desperately, using every trick in the book, and were nearly wiped out, only to have their the Master and, with a wave of his hand... solve the problem?

It felt like a group of people struggling to survive in a mud pit, when suddenly someone drove up in an excavator and leveled the pit completely...

Lin Xia and Qian Renxue were completely petrified.

Lin Xia forgot to put down the hand that was supporting the Sun Wheel Guard. The frantically wriggling flesh on his arm withered and fell off instantly as the source of Pollution Source disappeared, but he was completely unaware of it.

That one sentence kept echoing in his mind.

"If you can't beat it, why don't you just throw it away?"

Simple, direct, and effective!

A powerful aesthetic!

He felt like all his previous thinking, Analytic, and despair... had made him seem like a fool!

Qian Renxue's Holy Halo had long since dissipated and vanished. She stared blankly at Gu Yuena, then at the bottomless pit, her purple eyes filled with confusion, as if her worldview had been completely reorganized.

Moonlight spilled down, its silvery glow covering the edge of the massive pit and illuminating a group of top-tier experts at its edge, who seemed to have been collectively subjected to a "silencing and petrification spell."

Dead silence.

An even more utterly deathly silence than when facing the Abyss-Devouring Aggregate.

There were no cheers, no celebrations, only a blank void and a sense of absurdity that was repeatedly washed over the depths of the soul.

Gu Yuena looked at the group of silent "statues" below, seemingly finding it somewhat boring. She glanced at the deep pit again, confirming that the polluted space had been completely banished to the depths of the unknown void turbulence, with no possibility of returning in the short term, and then she did not linger.

With a faint flash of silver light, her figure vanished without a sound, like a reflection in water or a flower in a mirror, leaving only a faint, cool aftertaste in the air, as if from the starry sky.

Only then, as the night wind blew across the edge of the pit, bringing a touch of coolness, did everyone seem to be freed from the spell.

"Well..."

Xiong Jun was the first to make a sound, a grunt that came out of his throat and had no meaning.

He scratched his head with his enormous claws, looked at the smooth, mirror-like pit walls, and then at his own terrifying claws that had just been ready to tear everything apart, and felt that the claws were a bit superfluous.

Qian Daoliu took a long, long breath, then slowly released it.

He sheathed the Angel Holy Sword, his movements somewhat stiff.

He looked at the giant pit, then at Bibi Dong beside him who also looked bewildered, and finally his gaze fell on Di Tian and Bi Ji, who both had complicated expressions.

An unprecedented feeling, a mixture of utter absurdity, powerlessness, lingering fear, and a Sisi... embarrassment, silently permeated everyone's hearts.

Bi Ji shook her head with a wry smile. The soft light of the Emerald Domain shone down, soothing everyone's tired bodies and minds while purifying the last traces of pollutants remaining in the air.

She gazed in the direction Gu Yuena had disappeared, then at the enormous wound before her, a symbol of a "simple solution," and softly broke the silence, her words tinged with a deep sense of helplessness and a feeling of relief at surviving a catastrophe:

"It seems... sometimes the way to solve problems really can be very simple. It's just... so simple that we can't even think of it or do it."

Everyone: "..."

The moonlight, like water, flowed quietly over the core of the Star Dou Forest, on this land that had just been "physically purified."

The enormous crater, like a silent period, marks this absurd, desperate battle that ultimately ended in an incomprehensible way.

Surviving the ordeal brought not joy, but a collective silence after our understanding was overturned.

The ceiling of power, it turns out, is so low in the face of true existence.

In the midst of this atmosphere, which was somewhat stagnant due to overwhelming shock, Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and Sheer Force suppressed the myriad thoughts swirling in his mind.

After all, he was the Grand Pontiff the Spirit Hall and the spokesperson for the Angel God. At this moment, his most important task was to get Bibi Dong and Lin Xia safely out of this place that had just experienced a bizarre battle.

He turned to Lin Xia and Bibi Dong, his voice carrying a deliberately maintained calm, yet unable to conceal the weariness of surviving a catastrophe.

"Bibi Dong, Xiao Xia."

His gaze swept over the two of them.

"With this matter settled and that evil creature banished, the crisis here is temporarily averted. Shall we... return to the Spirit Hall first? This place is not a place to linger."

His tone carried a hint of inquiry, his gaze lingering particularly on Lin Xia, with the concern of an elder and a Frisk urging—he wanted to leave this place that had almost shattered his worldview as soon as possible.

However, the instant Qian Daoliu finished speaking, even with the lingering echo of "Return to the Spirit Hall" still in the air—

Buzz!

An invisible and intangible spatial ripple, which instantly made the hairs on the heads of all the powerful figures present stand on end, spread out around Lin Xia without warning.

As if silver moonlight condensed in the void, Gu Yuena's figure emerged from a curtain of water, silently descending once more.

This time, she didn't hover high in the sky, but landed directly next to Lin Xia. The distance was so close that Lin Xia could even smell the clear and ethereal aura emanating from her, as if it came from a vast starry sea.

Her appearance was so sudden and direct that it made everyone's hearts clench again, just as they had begun to relax.

Qian Daoliu swallowed back the rest of his words, his eyes instantly becoming extremely wary and serious.

Bibi Dong subconsciously tensed up, her purple eyes fixed on Gu Yuena's movements.

The Ferocious Beast, including Di Tian, instantly went on high alert. Although they knew their the Master would not harm Lin Xia, this sudden close approach made them instinctively tense.

Gu Yuena's deep, silver eyes, as vast as the cosmos, calmly fell upon Lin Xia, as if her astonishing actions just moments before were merely the dust that had been brushed away.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on Lin Xia's slightly immature but more resolute face after experiencing trials, then swept over the Ivysaur beside him whose aura was still somewhat unstable, and finally seemed to Infiltrator his body, sensing the flow of Soul Power within him.

A brief silence, carrying an invisible pressure, enveloped Lin Xia.

Then, her clear, detached voice, like a flowing icy spring, rang out clearly, breaking the silence:

"His strength is still too low."