She would not allow the foe to succeed.
In this critical moment, she embraced Lin Cu tightly, bracing herself against the impending assault.
Fortunately, the adversary proved to be inept.
What appeared to be a formidable attack was in truth rather lackluster, far inferior to the previous encounter with the god of light.
An outer deity of the second tier, intruding with diminished divine power, only served to underscore its weakness.
Suzi Han suppressed it with her four- tiered strength.
If she were to falter, it would be a farce.
As she crushed the divine spear, the long weapon forged from silver meteorite gradually disintegrated in her grasp.
A slight sting coursed through her hand, revealing a minuscule wound in her palm.
"Ah!" she mused as if she had sustained an injury.
However, it was merely a scratch with no bloodshed.
"Let this suffice.
" With a decisive sweep of her hand, a divine halo manifested above her head, and her entire presence surged with new found power.
She unleashed her innate skill, enveloping her surroundings in darkness.
The entire divine realm began to tremble.
The once unstable spatial barrier exhibited faint fissures.
The dark sun ascended, casting its ominous shadow and enveloping all in darkness, swallowing the entire divine kingdom, plunging the world into an abyss of blackness.
This pervasive darkness consumed everything under the shroud of her dark son.
Her followers surged through the portal, engaging in fierce combat with the invaders within the divine realm.
They swiftly reached the portal, penetrating through to launch a counteroffensive on the void island.
Suzi Han summoned Ariel, entrusting her with the care of Lin Coo, she assigned the Dark Knight's sister a task to lead a contingent of undead warriors to safeguard our allies, rescuing the deities.
On the enemy's side, a man emerged through the portal, his teeth clenched tightly.
the grinding echoing ominously, his gaze fixated on Suzi Hon as she grasped the divine spear, shattering it with an expression filled with disbelief and fury.
The surging waves of divine power radiated from him, his chest heaving with agitation.
Kebilu was consumed by an unbridled rage.
A mere moment's hesitation, just a fraction more, and he could have slain that deity.
Yet, a cursed dark deity had intervened.
He understood that this was the rescue from the blue star universe, marking the impending arrival of his own demise.
Behind the dark goddess, a dark sun rose, unleashing an infinite knight that swiftly obscured the original son's projection, enveloping the entire divine realm.
She clutched her nemesis, turning to instruct her followers, observing their indifference towards him.
He witnessed the enemy reinforcements swiftly dispatching his allies.
Kebu's eyes gleamed with crimson fury as he charged forward.
Chapter 123.
Discovered regardless of the outcome, he was prepared to fight to the death.
Why? Why? Why? He was so close to success.
He yearned for vengeance, to annihilate all beings of the blue star.
He had never intended to return alive.
Having long lost everything, he was willing to sacrifice all for a chance at revenge.
Revenge was all that mattered to him.
Suzi Han noticed the approaching foreign deity, a youthful god with scarlet eyes, recklessly charging forth as if hastening to meet his demise.
Observing herself, she felt akin to a grand antagonist.
But it mattered not to the foreign deity, she might indeed be the villain.
With a slight turn of her head, her silhouette emerged against the dark backdrop, clad in a strikingly tailored combat outfit enveloped her slender form.
She cast a casual glance at the foreign god.
Her hand tightening into a fist.
The dark sun devoured.
A gentle voice resonated from the heavens, exquisite and melodious, captivating all the denisens of the divine realm.
Viewers in the live stream witnessing this moment held their breaths in awe, too stunned to utter sound.
Some overly sensitive felt the potency of her attack even through the screen, their heads buzzing and scalps tingling in especially processed visuals.
All could perceive the unfolding events in the darkness.
The powerful deity s features obscured yet her voice so tender.
Her assault was unequivocally fierce, crushing in its execution, swift and decisive.
This dark contrast only amplified her allure.
Silver strands of hair danced, and beneath the interplay of light, her fleeting jawline made the viewer's hearts race.
How beautiful.
This allure was the kind that despite its inherent danger rendered one unable to avert their gaze.
Crack.
Yakura sat on a swing, watching the luminous screen.
The oppressive aura of the dark deity seeming to emanate through the lens, causing her glass water cup to slip from her grasp and shatter upon ground.
Crack.
The foreign deity burst like an overripe water balloon, transforming into a mass of flesh that fell prey to the dark sun.
S insatiable m crack.
That was the sound of the glass cup shattering on the floor.
The shards scattering chaotically.
Vivid red wine spilled across the floor, mingling with the glass fragments, reflecting the overhead lights and casting delicate glimmers.
Corlaf Bradley observed the scene within the divine mirror, seemingly entranced, his gaze fixed on the image, speechless.
His servants behind him trembled, huddling together, holding their breaths in fear.
The shattered glass cut into his fingers, tiny wounds oozing droplets of blood drip.
The sound of blood hitting the ground jolted him from his stuper.
He chuckled hauntingly at first, then growing louder as his laughter echoed.
The faces of his servants turned increasingly pale with terror.
Yet they dared not utter a sound.
Crash.
The sound of destruction reverberated throughout the entire temple.
The exquisite delicacies on the table were all overturned onto the floor.
The once respplendant palace now lay in utter disarray.
The remnants of food mingled with shattered glasswear and spilled red wine emanated an eerie yet enchanting aroma.
Some trembling servants, unfortunate enough to wander into the chaos, offered their lives as sacrifices to appease the frenzy deity.
Elegant shoes trampled heavily upon the spines of the servants.
Amidst the carnage of bloodied limbs and scattered remnants of the feast, alongside fragments of various utensils, a courteous gentleman, having torn away the guise of elegance, was driven to madness, devoid of any noble demeanor as he rampaged through the palace, destroying everything in his path.
"This is no fun," he shouted, wreaking havoc within the sanctuary.
In a fit of rage, he ran his fingers through his hair, revealing his ferocious eyes.
Through the divine mirror bestowed by the goddess Amelia, he fixated intently on the woman depicted in the image.
The dark deity had devoured his younger cousin.
The remnants of bones expelled by the dark son were far tidier than the wreckage within his palace.
"Oh," the deity hung.
The dark god who annihilated the Ryan family.
"You have arrived.
Haha, this is no fun.
It is your demise that would be amusing.
" He gasped for breath, loosened his tie, revealing his Adam's apple and collarbone.
His eyes ablaze as he stared at the dark divinity in the reflection.
His finger trembled as it pointed at the silhouette of the dark goddess in the mirror, urging it forward just as he was about to touch the mirror surface.
He halted.
The goddess within the mirror turned to face him, her visage unveiled, her gaze piercing as she locked eyes with him, separated by an invisible barrier.
She seemed to sense his presence, scrutinizing him with an intensity that was almost palpable.
Clad in a sharply tailored combat uniform, favored by the deities from the Blue Star, it was rumored to be called the Blue Star New, the impeccably tailored trench coat enveloped her tall figure.
Her long trousers accentuating legs that appear to stretch to nearly 6 feet tall.
The austere combination of black, white, and gray exuded an air of authority as she wielded a scepter, her gaze unwavering upon him.
Pikachu, Pikachu, so striking.