What She Severed with Her Own Hands

Bibi Dong gripped the Demon Scythe, shifting her gaze from the officer struggling with his head in his hands to the ranks of Soul Master behind the city gate.

The same Dark Pattern continues to extend in that direction.

She raised her hand and withdrew a surge of divine Divine Power, causing the purple flames on the Demon Scythe to immediately subside. Tang San's Sea God's Light, which had not yet retreated across the river, once again suppressed the outer edge, halting the advance of the Empire's front-line Soul Master. The Military Flag that could have continued their advance were also pulled back to the wall.

As long as she connects the Dark Pattern to those who are dying, she can continue forward.

Bibi Dong saw it very clearly.

The resentment accumulated on this battlefield is flowing back to the Divine Position. The dead on both sides can become power, and even the living, driven by fear and hatred, can be drawn by the Rakshasa.

She had severed a few of them, thinking that confining them outside the battle formation would allow her to withstand the attack. Now that the Demon Scythe has truly been deployed on the battlefield, more power is flowing inward along the Divine Position, forcibly maintaining each point, which has already caused her fingers to lose sensation.

Bai Jin didn't urge her.

He stood between the Sea God and the Rakshasa, the energy in front of his finger never dissipating. The continuous God War had drained his energy, causing his temples to ache. His Six Eyes saw the Dark Pattern extend towards the army formation each time, only to be withdrawn by Bibi Dong, so he tightened the four nearby blockades even more.

Qian Renxue beside her mother.

Golden wings blocked the black light reaching towards the wall, Holy Sword slashed along the ground, cutting through the Dark Pattern near the Wounded Soldiers' Wagon. The affected officer tried to get up, but was held down by Hu Liena and Yan.

"Take him inside," Qian Renxue said.

"He'll take the knife again." Bibi Dong watched the man's retreating figure.

The knife has been taken away. He's healed and wants to go home.

The officer struggled to turn his head, the red in his eyes fading slightly. He saw the two figures before the gate, and tried to salute, but his arm was dislocated. He could only lean on Yan's shoulder and call out, "Your Majesty."

Bibi Dong's Demon Scythe veiled.

The purple flames above the valley flickered, Tang San immediately raised his Trident to block the Divine Power overflowing towards the rear of the Allied Army. Xiao Wu handed the wounded to the physician and turned to pull away the two cars blocking the retreat with Dai Mubai.

There are still living people here!

She called out to the Taxi Soldiers, who was too stunned to move by the divine light, and pushed a boy who was standing still back. The man's armor was too big, and he tripped and fell while running away. Xiao Wu pulled him up and made him walk along the path left behind by the car.

Bibi Dong saw her too.

Xiao Wu looked up and gazed across the valley, her face devoid of gratitude, and she didn't utter a single word of pleading for her. She then turned back and continued leading the wounded soldiers who were blocking her way out.

The purple flames on the Demon Scythe still await more power.

Qian Renxue placed the Holy Sword beside her and stood closer to her mother.

"How much longer do you want them to fight you?"

Bibi Dong looked at her; the cracks in her Divine Outfit were deepening along her shoulders and back.

"Even if we retreat here, the two countries will come back again."

"Come on, let's defend," Qian Renxue said. "Bai Jin can defend, so can I. Let this force pass today. Will you still recognize them?"

Bibi Dong looked towards the army formation again.

She had witnessed the roll call before the expedition here. The young man in charge of supplies couldn't even hold his own flag steady, and only dared to answer when he was at the very end. Now, that man could support his comrades in the collapsed fortress wall, and he still wore the bronze plaque from that Branch Hall on his chest.

He was also on the path that extended outwards from the Rakshasa.

Bibi Dong pressed down on the Demon Scythe, drawing in a surge of power, but the cracked Divine Outfit tore open the flesh on her shoulder as well. Qian Renxue reached out her hand, but as soon as the Holy Light touched the wound, her mother pushed her hand back.

"It's still on the battlefield. Don't throw your forces into it."

Qian Renxue stopped the Holy Light and instead used her own hand to support her shoulder. It was already burning hot from the Divine Power, and blood was still seeping out from under the fabric. She hugged her a little tighter.

"You won't be able to handle it after it's disconnected."

"You just told me to retreat."

"I'm afraid you'll die." Qian Renxue looked at her. "I don't want to see you depend on them for survival either."

Bibi Dong shifted her gaze to her daughter's hand holding hers. The Demon Scythe was pressed down by her daughter, and the Dark Pattern that were about to strike the army formation stopped in mid-air. She peeled one of the pieces off her body, leaving the tear in her Divine Outfit intact.

Some of the Soul Master were restraining their out-of-control companions, while others threw their swords to the ground and used their free hands to help the wounded. The flag bearers further away didn't know what had happened at the pass; they simply stood their flags upright on the stone platform cracked by the Divine Power, without retreating an inch.

The Demon Scythe in her hand was demanding their fear.

"Xue'er."

Bibi Dong called out, Qian Renxue looked up.

Can you handle what happens next?

"I'll take it."

The flames on her purplish-black Divine Outfit receded inward, and the Demon Scythe shifted from Bibi Dong's Right Hand to her left. She held the blade across her chest, pressing the sharp edge against the Dark Pattern below her shoulder that connected to the battlefield, and then sliced it off.

Black light exploded in front of her.

Bibi Dong took a half step back, her Divine Outfit arm guards splitting at the wrist, the resentment surging back along the cracks all being forced into her body. She used her own power to pull back the remaining passage, severing the connection between the wall and the dark light behind the Allied Army.

The Demon Scythe fell, only to be caught by her again.

"Bai Jin, outer side of the breastplate."

Six Eyes had already spotted it.

Bibi Dong deliberately dismantled the outer layer of Divine Power, exposing all the transmission points that were originally buried within. There was still power trying to bypass her and reconnect to the battlefield. Bai Jin took a step forward and sent the Zi Cong out from his fingertips.

The purple light passed through that spot.

The outer layer of conduction was severed, and the flames on the Demon Scythe suddenly rolled inward. The severed Dark Pattern still tried to cross the distance and rejoin the army formation. Bai Jin used Worldless Sky-Sealing to lock these spatial connections, while Qian Renxue's Holy Sword deflected the scattered light towards the barrier wall. Only the shrinking black flames on Bibi Dong's body remained between the mother and daughter.

Tang San pressed the Trident down onto the ground.

He also withdrew the divine power he had unleashed upon colliding with the Rakshasa, lest a new impact pass through the wounded soldiers again. The wall of water rising in the valley blocked the aftershocks, and several Taxi Soldiers had not yet gone far were pushed to the bank by the current, finally escaping the place shrouded in darkness.

Bibi Dong's Divine Outfit began to fall off from her chest.

She didn't reach out to take it; instead, she pressed her hands to her chest, pushing the severed Divine Power inward once more. The aura of the Rakshasa burst forth from her body, and the nine Soul Ring revealed their original colors. Her Second Martial Soul had just begun to take shape when she forcibly sealed it back.

The last piece of Divine Outfit shattered in mid-air.

Qian Renxue caught her mother.

Bibi Dong rested her head on her shoulder, her breathing paused for a moment, then resumed. Bai Jin led the two to the flat ground outside the wall passage, raised his hand to steady her tearing flesh, and Six Eyes immediately saw the depths where the Soul Power had receded.

Level 94.

Her former Level 99 and the newly acquired Rakshasa Godhood have both left her. Her Second Martial Soul is sealed in her wound, and she cannot even summon it once for the time being. The scar on her chest, which she cut herself, remains.

Bai Jin repaired the wounds he could and then withdrew his hand.

"The Divine Position is gone forever."

Bibi Dong looked up at him; the blood on her lips was still wet.

"I can see."

She looked at Qian Renxue again. Qian Renxue was kneeling on the ground, her arms still wrapped around her, the Holy Sword lying diagonally beside her knees, the golden light on the tip of the sword illuminating her mother's pale face.

"You're injured," Bibi Dong said.

Qian Renxue had a cut on her shoulder from the scattered Divine Power, but the bleeding had stopped. She placed her mother's hand back on her chest and answered after a moment.

"Take care of yourself first."

The distant horns fell silent, and the Purple-Black Light in the valley ceased to rise. Bai Jin stood up, glanced to both sides, and then called the Imperial officer, who was still holding a sword, closer.

"Withdraw troops."

The man looked at Bibi Dong on the ground.

Bibi Dong lifted her hand from her daughter's palm and pointed inside the pass.

Do as he orders.