Deep in the Southern Continent.
Flame Spears as thick as stone pillars rained down one after another.
They pierced the Feathered Serpent the Pale Empress had become, pinning her to the earth.
Sifa raised his hand. Crimson flames swirled and gathered, forming an enormous vortex of fire above his head.
Within that vortex, a dark red fireball rose, its layers contracting inward.
There was no telling how many times this fireball had been compressed. It radiated a terrifying aura of destruction.
It had only just appeared.
Yet the ground had already begun to burn.
The extraordinary heat made it feel as though they were near the sun.
It had not even descended.
Yet the Pale Empress already felt threatened.
The Feathered Serpent let out a silent roar, imbued with the power of death.
Sifa's mind suddenly grew hazy.
Then his spirit body was forcibly extracted.
The Pale Empress's Words of the Dead could affect even a Sequence 1 Angel.
She believed his spirit body would be easier to deal with.
Yet the translucent spirit body drawn out of the Crimson Giant was not Sifa, but another figure.
It was a Deep Purple Giant.
The moment this giant appeared, he burst into wild laughter. "Li Zexi, you're such a weakling! You actually let a woman pull out your spirit body."
The giant simply broke away from the Crimson Giant, transformed into surging purple flames, and enveloped the Feathered Serpent.
Those purple flames swiftly made her feathers wither and rot, her scales fall away, and both her spirituality and divinity rapidly fade.
This development caught the Pale Empress by surprise.
She found that not only could she not enslave the purple giant, she now faced threats from two sides.
The fireball in Sifa's hands was complete.
He pushed it toward the Pale