What on earth was that thing?
Bibi Dong immediately channeled her Soul Power without another thought.
Boom!
In an instant, eight Soul Rings reappeared around her.
Bibi Dong swept a wary gaze over the black mist, ready to attack at any moment.
But the black mist ignored the pressure of her Soul Power entirely.
It rolled and surged before her until it finally gathered in midair into a huge, hideous human face.
Bibi Dong went pale with horror.
She was utterly stunned.
She could not help stumbling backward.
"What are you?"
"You are filled with hatred."
The face opened its mouth, its voice hoarse and grating.
"Bibi Dong, I can feel the hatred raging in your heart."
"Who are you?"
"What are you? Who let you in? How did you get in?"
Bibi Dong demanded sharply.
The face let out a cackling laugh, as piercing as a night owl's cry.
"In the Divine Realm, they all called me Rakshasa."
The Divine Realm!
Rakshasa!
Bibi Dong's heart hammered.
The shock was overwhelming!!!
This was the will of a Deity!!!
Before she could recover from the shock, the Rakshasa God's face continued, every word cutting into her heart.
"I have been waiting for you."
"Waiting for your hatred to reach its peak."
"In that lightless Secret Chamber, you cried out in despair; that cowardly, useless man walked away without looking back..."
"Shut up!"
Bibi Dong screamed.
Her beautiful face twisted the instant she heard the Rakshasa God's words.
It was the deepest, most festering wound in her heart, and now this eerie face had torn it open without mercy.
"The more you hate, the closer you come to my godhood."
Boom.
The face burst apart, turning once more into black mist that filled the air.
But the next moment, it surged wildly