Escape!

Bibi Dong's purple eyes flashed with a cold light, like an iceberg in the polar ice cap bursting open!

Yu Xiaogang's killing of Flender signifies that he has begun to control divine power and has become a truly threatening entity!

There can be no more delay!

"What a God of Wrath! What a Yu Xiaogang!"

Bibi Dong's voice was icy cold, as if it came from the deepest hell.

"Since he willingly embraced destruction, then let him... be utterly destroyed!"

"Xiao Xia!"

"Um!"

"Immediately Lock-On Yu Xiaogang's exact location after his transformation! He's become a malignant tumor and must be eradicated immediately! His newly generated divine power is still unstable; this is his most vulnerable moment, and also the moment when his destructive power erupts most uncontrollably!"

Bibi Dong's thinking was incredibly clear, and she was decisive in her actions.

Without saying a word, Lin Xia made the roots of Venusaur penetrate deep into the earth's veins, connecting with the natural energy of the entire Heaven Dou City, and focused all his efforts on capturing the traces of the remaining Divine Power of Wrath and the newly formed, cold, evil Soul Power core.

"Xue'er!"

Bibi Dong looked at Qian Renxue.

Holy flames burned in Qian Renxue's eyes.

"Mother, I have Lock-On the source of the remaining divine power and bloodshed in that area! The Angel Holy Sword is ready to purify evil at any time!"

"Um."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, satisfied with her daughter's reaction and determination.

"The Divine Punishment for that little mouse will be handled by the Divine Realm. But Yu Xiaogang, this mad dog corrupted by divine power and filled with Spite..."

Bibi Dong slowly raised her hand, and a huge scythe phantom, Wrap in deep purple demonic patterns and exuding an aura of endless death and decay, appeared faintly behind her— the Rakshasa Demon Scythe!

"... We must crush him with our own hands! Set off immediately! Before he can direct his hatred towards more people, let him... and his laughable new divine power be annihilated!"

Bibi Dong's voice was like a final judgment, resolute and decisive, issuing the order to kill!

Three figures.

The target was the dormitory area within the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, shrouded in bloodshed and the evil of the new students!

At this moment, in that cramped dormitory room filled with the heavy smell of blood, brain matter, and the stench of death.

Yu Xiaogang slowly straightened his kneeling body in the pool of blood.

He looked down at his hands, which were no longer withered and had smooth skin, but were stained with Flender's and his own blood.

Between my fingers, the lingering sticky warmth mingled with the icy stillness.

Behind him, the phantom of a dragon-shaped monster, mutated from Luo Sanpao, covered in dark red and pale gold scales, with ferocious fangs and eyes burning with divine fire of rage, roared silently, greedily absorbing the essence of life and Spite dissipating from the air.

Yu Xiaogang unconsciously twitched his blood-stained fingers, and a drop of viscous blood slid down from his fingertip, making a faint, almost inaudible "tap" sound in the deathly silent room.

He slowly raised his head.

Beneath a few strands of hair stuck together by blood scabs on her forehead, those eyes, which were originally cloudy, cowardly, and full of calculation, were now just two pools of pure, cold, dark Abyss that devoured all light.

"Bibi Dong... Lin Xia..."

A hoarse sound, like sandpaper rubbing against joints, squeezed out from the corner of his bleeding lips, each syllable imbued with deep-seated Spite.

"Your disgrace will begin with exposing your dirtiest secrets! I refuse to believe you don't have a single secret!"

However, before the grand scheme of revenge could be fully unfolded, a sharp alarm, originating from the deepest recesses of the soul and stemming from divine power, suddenly rang out!

It didn't come from the God of Wrath, but rather from some kind of instinctive tremor rooted in the very source of power!

[Fool! Still daydreaming?!]

That cold, authoritative voice exploded in Yu Xiaogang's mind once more, carrying an unprecedented urgency and... a hint of barely Frisk panic?

[Your enemies have arrived! Three! Three auras far beyond your comprehension are tearing through space and descending! It's the Pope of the Spirit Hall! It's that Lin Xia! And there's another aura so holy it's nauseating! If you don't want your soul to be scattered and eternally condemned to hell, escape immediately! Use all your newfound power—escape!!!]

The ferocity on Yu Xiaogang's face suddenly froze, and the crimson light flickered wildly, like a candle burning in the wind.

The overwhelming fear, far beyond comprehension, was like ice water poured over his head, instantly extinguishing the Lie Yan of revenge that had just begun to ignite!

"Bibi Dong... Lin Xia... they... how could they... be so fast?!"

The hoarse voice trembled with disbelief.

He had barely tasted the power, hadn't even touched the edge of Fire of Wrath, and was fate already about to trample him back into the mud?

No!

No way!

The instinct for survival overwhelmed everything.

He didn't even have time to think about why those three auras could Lock-On this place so precisely; his body reacted before his consciousness could.

"Aww--!"

Behind him, the Ferocious Dragon Shadow, interwoven with dark red and pale gold, let out a silent roar, Yu Xiaogang stomped his legs hard on the ground!

The still-warm blood of Flender beneath his feet was blasted apart by the violent force, turning into a crimson mist.

He was like a cannonball thrown by a catapult, carrying with him the surging newborn Soul Power and the lingering smell of sulfur and blood, crashing into the already crumbling dormitory wall!

Brick and wood chips mixed with blood mist scattered everywhere!

A cold night wind suddenly rushed in, making Yu Xiaogang's tattered clothes flutter loudly, and also awakening a trace of desperate madness in him.

Like a trapped beast running for its life, he fled desperately toward the darkest and most complicated slum outside the academy!

It moved so fast that it even left a dark red afterimage behind it!

As long as we escape!

As long as we can escape this calamity!

With the power of the God of Wrath, he will surely return sooner or later and repay today's fear a hundredfold!

His thoughts raced, and he pushed his feet to their absolute limit.

Tall buildings and low walls rushed past in the corner of my eye, and I was about to rush into that maze-like, intricate network of narrow alleyways—

"Buzz!"

Without warning, ripples appeared in the void ahead, like waves on water.

Two overwhelming forces, one brimming with boundless vitality yet as deep as an abyss, the other Wrap endless death and decay, instantly sealed off the entire space!

The air suddenly became thick and sticky, and Yu Xiaogang's rushing figure seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall of sighs, his speed suddenly decreased, and even the circulation of his newly generated Soul Power was halted!

Two figures, like demons conjured from the void, steadily stepped onto his inevitable escape route.

On the left, Lin Xia stood tall and straight, surrounded by a visible emerald green halo. The earth beneath his feet seemed to resonate with him, and countless tenacious, emerald green vines swayed silently around him, weaving a natural cage covering an area of a hundred meters in radius.

His face had lost its usual gentleness, replaced by a cold scrutiny. His eyes, sharp as an eagle, Lock-On on Yu Xiaogang, as if he were looking at a mad dog that had strayed into a trap and was covered in the blood of its own kind.

On the right, the moonlight seemed to be swallowed up.

Bibi Dong stood silently, her purple Pope robes fluttering without wind. Her deep purple eyes were like two pools of ice frozen for millennia, devoid of any emotion, only pure indifference and murderous intent as if looking down upon ants.

She didn't even deliberately exude pressure, but the deathly aura originating from the Rakshasa Godhood, which transcended the mortal realm, made the Divine Power of Wrath deep within Yu Xiaogang's soul tremble and wail!

Behind her, the phantom of a massive scythe, Wrap in deep purple demonic runes and seemingly formed from the deepest despair, loomed in and out of sight— the Rakshasa Demon Scythe!

The mere appearance of the phantom dimmed the surrounding light, and the pervasive stench of blood seemed to be frozen and purified by an invisible force.

Yu Xiaogang's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints!