The Wretched Rakshasa God

Meanwhile, on a void frontier of the God Realm, a seductive woman dressed in a long black silk dress was trapped within the darkness.

If Bibi Dong were here, she would surely recognize this seductive woman as the Rakshasa God.

At this moment, the Rakshasa God looked extremely wretched. Her originally alluring black dress was tattered and torn, her face was covered in dirt and grime, and traces of blood lingered at the corners of her mouth.

In the dark place where she was deeply trapped, pitch-black tentacles continuously attacked her from the darkness.

The Rakshasa God brandished her divine artifact, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, with all her might, severing these pitch-black, terrifying tentacles one by one.

Yet these pitch-black tentacles seemed capable of endless growth, continually sprouting and spreading from the darkness.

Damn it.

I cannot go on like this.

The Rakshasa God muttered under her breath. Bursting forth with all her strength, she unleashed a powerful attack that scattered the countless black tentacles before her, then jumped away at top speed, casting caution to the wind.

She had to return to the God Realm.

Ever since Bibi Dong succeeded to the Godhood of the Rakshasa God, she had been overjoyed, because she had fulfilled a long-cherished wish of many years and could finally leave the God Realm to head to other worlds and continue growing stronger.

However, just as she was heading to another world, this passage leading to other worlds was occupied by the alien races who had invaded the God Realm, and the moment she arrived, she was attacked by these aliens.

By now, she had been fighting a bitter battle against the opponent here for a full day and night, but by this point she already felt exhausted; if this continued any longer, she would