He felt the Evil Thought he had planted inside Bibi Dong being stripped away at terrifying speed, as though countless fine threads were being forcibly pulled free.
He roared. The mass of bloody shadow swelled, and the entire Rakshasa Secret Realm shook under his fury.
"You think this will free her from me?
I stirred her Evil Thought once. I can do it a second time, a third!
She'll never escape my grasp for as long as she lives!"
Hum—
Terrifying Asura Power erupted through the Rakshasa Secret Realm like a volcano awakening after millions of years. Dark-red Asura Bloodlight surged in from every direction, making the realm look as though it had sunk into an abyss of blood.
Bibi Dong stood where the bloodlight burned brightest. Her eyes were as red as glowing coals, without a trace of human clarity left in them.
The Rakshasa Demon Scythe trembled violently in her hands. What coursed along its blade was no longer her Rakshasa Divine Power, but the murderous will the Asura God King had forced into it.
She was like a maddened beast, a low snarl rising from her throat. Beneath the Purple Gold Papal Robe, her full, upright figure radiated a suffocating, sinister aura.
Clang—
She swung her scythe.
The strike held none of her usual composure or precision, only killing intent and madness distilled to their purest form.
A violet-blood blade of light tore through space, falling toward Fang Fan's head like an inverted bolt of scarlet lightning.
Where it passed, the stone walls of the Rakshasa Secret Realm silently crumbled to dust, and a bottomless furrow opened in the ground.
Fang Fan flickered away. Dark Thunder Purple Wings snapped open behind him, and he vanished from the spot in a streak of dark-violet lightning.
The blade of