Above Spirit City, black clouds bore down as though they would crush the city.
Towering demonic flames engulfed the entire city, predominantly pitch-black, with a dancing, bloody red running through them.
The moment the Rakshasa God's phantom shattered and dispersed, Bibi Dong completely descended into madness.
The hideous dark-red divine markings on her face flickered, pitch-black demonic blood continually spilled from her mouth, and violent demonic winds had long since shredded her magnificent papal robes, exposing the pale skin covered in demonic markings beneath.
Ignoring the gossip of those in the city, she displayed this ugly, terrifying form before the world.
"Half a month... a full half month of restraint and planning! Lan Changsheng, why did you have to come out and stop me now!"
"Following my plan, I took advantage of the moment when the two gods shared the sky, found loopholes in the heavenly order, and secretly planted hundreds of millions of Rakshasa Evil Marks across the entire continent, nibbling away at the great path of Soul Spirit symbiosis."
"But now... now, just when everything was about to be settled, just when I was about to command the source of all spirits and stand above all living beings!"
"You destroyed it all with one light touch of your finger, Lan Changsheng!"
"Why!"
Bibi Dong raised her head and stared fixedly at the white-robed figure high above, her hoarse, trembling voice filled with utter resentment and madness.
"Lan Changsheng, I don't understand! I truly don't understand!"
"You've clearly stripped away all your desires, wanting nothing, seeking nothing, slowly becoming as heartless as the heavenly order!"
"You should have watched coldly from the sidelines, letting the world fight its battles! You shouldn't have cared about anything!"
"Then why did you have to wake up at this exact moment? Why did