To make matters worse,
at that moment,
an unimaginable aura pierced through the mass of creatures and enveloped the empire's female demigod.
She was struck with overwhelming dread at the same time.
Her body, mind, and spirit all slipped beyond her control.
Blood streamed from her nose, the corners of her mouth, and her ears.
She no longer had the strength to resist the storm of knowledge in her mind.
Meanwhile, more and more faces appeared on her skin, bulging outward as though thousands of faces were hidden inside her.
Her loss of control had already become severe.
Seizing this opportunity,
the black mass that the "Mysticologist" had transformed into, covered in cracks and eyes,
conjured a red spear before itself.
The spear was ancient in design, stained from tip to shaft with patches and specks of dark, bloody red.
"Longinus's Spear!"
Whoosh!
The terrifying spear shot straight toward the female demigod, who stood frozen in place, controlled by multiple abilities and already on the verge of losing control.
In the blink of an eye,
the bloodstained spear, radiating an intense aura of destruction, struck its target in the chest.
In an instant,
countless cracks spread across the female demigod's body, like a mirror dropped onto the ground.
With a crack,
her body shattered into fragments that scattered across the ground.
Specks of grayish-white light began to emerge.
One had fled.
One had died.
A corner of the empire's high-level fighting force had abruptly collapsed.
That gap,
as the "Mysticologist" and "Dream Weaver" began intervening in the other battles,
was growing ever wider.
Boom!
Pale white and deep crimson.
Flames of both colors surged like tides.
They met in midair.
Collided.
Then annihilated each other.
The crimson tide gradually turned grayish-white, losing its color.
Meanwhile, flecks of