"If you keep burning yourself out like this, it won't even need to make a move—you'll sacrifice yourself first."
Crackle, crackle.
Amid the interweaving light and darkness, Green appeared beside the Demon Doll. Seeing that, in such a short time, it had repeatedly unleashed power beyond its own limits and had already lost the flesh from nearly half its legs, he shouted in a low voice.
"Get lost! I don't need you meddling!"
The Demon Doll bellowed furiously, its voice hoarse and shrill, violent to the extreme and brimming with boundless hatred.
"From the day I was cast away into the Ashen World, I swore that I would never allow anyone to ignore my existence again! No one has ever dared treat me like this—never!"
With an earth-shaking, frenzied roar, the Demon Doll gathered a lump of flesh at the tip of its index finger, taken from beneath the feet of its remaining half-body. This flesh seemed to contain endless mysteries. After being wrapped in a wisp of aura from the other half of its newly formed Ashen Illusory body, it underwent a strange transformation.
It was only an insignificant lump of flesh, yet it tore open a fissure connected to the Ashen Illusory World. Immediately afterward, the attack that Green had once sensed fluctuating between 1.5 million and 2.5 million degrees suddenly surged beyond 4 million degrees, accompanied by genuine Ashen Illusory phenomena!
It was precisely the empowerment of these Ashen Illusory phenomena that placed Four Emperors Slash at a disadvantage against the Demon Doll even while it fended off the exiles' desperate attacks flooding in from all directions. It was continuously suppressed—an unbelievable sight.
Green had not urged the Demon Doll out of some sudden kindness.
On one hand, Green had already prepared to open the Hope Coffin