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Covering her nose, Dou Xingquan stared blankly ahead.
Golden blood flowed continuously, and her once-ethereal body had taken on physical form here.
Dou Xingquan now possessed only the intelligence of a beast, yet she still felt that something was wrong. She should not have been beaten.
She looked ahead innocently and opened her mouth soundlessly, as if she wanted to ask something, yet did not know what she wanted to ask.
In the end, she could only circle around in irritation before attacking the False Trait again, only to be sent flying by another punch.
Watching Dou Xingquan rush in like a moth to a flame, Chen Yu felt that she truly deserved to die.
She had already fallen this far, yet she still wanted to devour, gnaw away at, and consume human flesh to satisfy her appetite.
So be it.
Let me teach you a lesson in the name of the Benevolence Star Lord!
His emotions erupted. His gratitude toward Heaven Origin Tea became roaring flames that coiled around Chen Yu's fist.
The Benevolence Star Lord was nominally a false god as well, but it possessed no will of its own. It was merely an empty shell.
Now, with the help of that shell, as well as Lian Qu and Star Lord Zhuge, Chen Yu could finally touch Dou Xingquan.
Her power was not particularly remarkable. It was only because of her status as a Star Lord that she had been able to ignore Chen Yu's fists and walk the world in the form of Calamity.
But now, Chen Yu could finally touch her