The brief battle between Eva and the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King had not lasted long, yet it was like a massive boulder cast into a deep pool. The ripples it stirred were spreading outward at a speed beyond anyone's expectations.
Far away, in Spirit City.
The instant Eva and the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King clashed, two gazes shot toward the northern horizon from opposite sides of Spirit City almost simultaneously.
Deep within the Worship Hall, Qian Renxue abruptly opened her eyes.
In those eyes steeped in golden Divine Power, the distant collision of divine energy was clearly reflected, like two volcanoes erupting at once, intertwining and tearing through the void as they burst with light like shattered stars.
It was a battle between gods.
She recognized the nature of one of those auras. It was Eva's power—gentle yet omnipresent, carrying the distinctive permeating force of the Rule of Beauty, like spring water soaking into the earth, silent yet unstoppable.
The power battling her was its complete opposite—frenzied, violent, carrying the briny stench and rage of the ocean depths, like a submarine volcano suppressed for ten thousand years finally finding an outlet for its eruption.
Qian Renxue did not hesitate.
Six golden wings abruptly unfurled behind her, fine golden motes flowing along their edges and illuminating the golden halo within the Worship Hall as brightly as day.
In the next instant, she vanished from the depths of the Worship Hall, becoming a golden streak compressed to the utmost, swift as a beam of light as it shot straight toward the northern horizon.
She did not know who the other godly aura belonged to. She only knew that Eva was fighting a god. And she needed to make sure Eva was safe.
Behind Qian Renxue, the doors of the Pope