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The woman in the butterfly mask abruptly turned her head and looked at Qi in butterfly form. "Your wings are nearly burned away, and you still want to stop me?"

"Originally, I thought that if you brought her before me, then once I recovered, I would grant you the position of a subordinate god. But now, it seems better to simply kill you."

The woman raised a hand and swept her fingertips through the air. Strands of dark flame poured out from the void, swiftly forming a curtain of fire that engulfed Qi.

"Perhaps at the height of her past life, Xiao Yu's rank and power surpassed mine now. But since she chose reincarnation, that meant she had not reached the level of a true god. Therefore, in my home ground, she could not possibly defeat me. Even her true body at its peak would be no match—what are you, a lingering obsession that has inherited barely any authority? And you dare claim you will make me your subordinate god?"

Qi's voice came from every direction as dazzling, dreamlike radiance continuously emerged.

The Xiao Yu who had been suffering turned into specks of fluorescence and vanished, leaving behind a point of light that kept spreading outward.

"What is this?" The woman in the butterfly mask's expression changed slightly. Looking around, she saw that one-third of the originally dim and distorted dream had become a realm of light.

At the center of that radiance, Xiao Yu floated in midair with her eyes shut and body curled up. Black butterflies circled around her, and every so often, one or two fluttered gracefully along the boundary between light and shadow, constantly drawing in the darkness and allowing radiance to appear within this dream.

"That's impossible!"

The woman in the butterfly mask cried out