Hera recoiled in shock. She had never seen such bizarre magic before and immediately soared into the air, dodging her own magic orb.
"Wait! Du Yu!" Dong Qianqiu called out.
"Qianqiu, you don't need to stop me. My mind is made up this time." Du Yu raised the Thin Sword and charged in alongside Yingning, attacking from both sides.
"Listen to me first! According to Qu Xi, Ganymede was always going to turn into a wine jug! That's what the legend ordained!"
As Du Yu fought Hera, he said, "This isn't about the wine jug. It's about Ramla. I've never hated anyone this much."
"Du Yu, just as Zhan Qisheng had no choice but to kill Jingwei, just as you had no choice but to make Chang'e ascend, she's only moving the legend forward!"
"Qianqiu, you're wrong." Du Yu thrust several more times at Hera. "After killing Jingwei, Zhan Qisheng left the Legend Management Bureau outright. After forcing Heng'e to ascend, I felt awful for a long time. That's how a normal person reacts. But look at Ramla. Does she feel the slightest distress?"
"Du Yu!" Dong Qianqiu called again. "Ramla has been intervening in legends for a very long time. She must have seen situations like this so often that they no longer stir a ripple in her heart. Besides... if you kill Hera, the 'current Zeus' will definitely wage war on us. A lot of people really will die then!"
Only then did Du Yu's sword begin to slow. The Queen Mother of the West had once said that when war broke out in the Immortal Realm, natural disasters struck everywhere in the mortal world.
Hera was already struggling against the two of them. Seeing Du Yu stop attacking, she gradually stopped as well.
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