It Was You

"Betraying the Netherworld?"

That ethereal female voice rang out again, carrying a faint trace of mockery and disdain.

"Since when did the Netherworld become your private property? When I, Mandala Flower, act, why should I explain myself to you?"

As her voice fell, crimson petals filling the sky abruptly gathered together, forming a slender figure.

She was a woman in a red dress, breathtakingly beautiful, yet carrying a chilling indifference. Her eyes were like abysses, as though they could swallow all light and hope.

She gently raised a hand, her fingertips brushing through the void. Countless red petals immediately began circling around her, forming an invisible barrier that shielded Mo Chen behind her.

"It's you?" Mo Chen was somewhat surprised.

He had not expected Mandala Flower to come, much less expected her to no longer appear as a little girl in red, but as a regal and imposing mature beauty.

"Mo Chen, step back and recover properly first."

Mandala Flower turned to Mo Chen and said softly, "Leave this to me!"

Mo Chen's expression turned somewhat strange. "Can you handle the three of them?"

Mandala Flower gave a cold snort. "The three of them are beneath my notice!"

This time, it was her true body that had arrived, a being of the Main God Realm. Naturally, she had no fear of the Death God and the others.

Mo Chen smiled. "Then let's do this together. I'd also like to see what you can do."

"Mandala Flower, what is the meaning of this?"

The Death God's voice was cold enough to pierce bone, murderous intent blazing in his eyes.

"That boy is an enemy of my Netherworld. As someone from the Netherworld, you intend to protect him? Are you truly going to become our enemy?"

Mandala Flower smiled faintly, her gaze