Rumble!!!
A deafening explosion suddenly rang out from the collapsed mountain.
A figure shot out from the mountain, dressed in a sheer black gown. Her face was ashen, and her body trembled slightly. It was none other than the Rakshasa God.
The Rakshasa God looked utterly wretched. Her clothes were tattered, her hair hung loose, and dust covered her face. Yet her eyes remained brilliantly bright, her fighting spirit undiminished.
It was as though the bowl-sized bloody hole in the right side of her chest had not affected her at all.
Behind her, the phantom of an enormous scythe was taking shape. It was pitch-black, with faint flames burning across it, as though it had come from the netherworld's hell itself. The sight made hearts tremble.
Purplish-red lightning serpents danced around the scythe, crackling like beans popping in a pan.
"Interesting! Truly interesting. My spatial laws pierced your chest, yet you didn't die on the spot?"
Bibi Dong looked at the Rakshasa God and asked in bewilderment.
The black spear in her hand was called Ink Dragon. It contained the laws of space and time, and its might surpassed even a Super Divine Artifact, enough to slay a god with a single thrust.
The Ink Dragon Spear had pierced straight through the Rakshasa God's chest, yet she was still alive. That meant her body was different from those of ordinary gods.
"I am indeed riddled with wounds and on the verge of collapse, but killing me won't be so easy!"
The Rakshasa God stared at Bibi Dong and spoke coldly.
A faint layer of red mist still clung to her body. It enveloped her chest, forming a protective barrier that blocked the erosion of space and prevented her injuries from worsening.
"Rakshasa, what exactly is your relationship with Asura? Why