Shen Liqiu scoffed. "Arrogant."
Her fingers flicked, and a storm of razor-edged leaves sliced through the shadow, each one infused with the power to sever spiritual energy. The shadow staggered, its form flickering—but it quickly reformed.
Yang Ningchang and Lynn exchanged a glance before nodding.
Yang Ningchang’s technique warped space itself, creating a crushing vortex around the shadow, while Lynn’s golden energy solidified the laws of reality, preventing the shadow from escaping.
The shadow roared—a soundless, yet deafening scream of fury.
Hei Yue stepped forward.
Her voice was soft, but it carried the weight of absolute authority.
Her long black hair floated as if suspended in water, and her eyes—deep as the abyss—locked onto the shadow.
"You are but a fragment of oblivion. And oblivion... bows to darkness."
She raised a single hand.
The void itself bent.
The shadow convulsed, its form distorting as if being pulled apart by unseen forces. It writhed, its edges fraying, its essence unraveling.
"Heh. The power of the God of Darkness? Interesting..."
Hei Yue’s fingers clenched.
Like glass shattering, the shadow fractured into countless pieces—but this time, there was no reforming. The fragments dissolved into mist, then faded entirely, erased from existence.
The battle was over...
Just as the last remnants of the shadow dissipated, the void trembled.
A deep, resonant hum echoed through the cosmos, as if the universe itself was groaning under an unbearable weight.
A rift tore open in space, and from it poured forth an endless tide of darkness—darker than the abyss, thicker than the void.
The shadow had not been destroyed.
It had merely awakened.
A voice, ancient and cruel, reverberated through their souls.
"Foolish ants... Did you truly believe you could erase a fragment of my will?"
The darkness coalesced into a towering figure, its form shifting between humanoid and shapeless oblivion. Its presence alone made the laws of reality crumble. Space distorted. Time frayed. The very fabric of existence threatened to unravel.
Yun Qianxue’s pupils contracted.
This... was no longer just a shadow.
This was Yin’s true power.
A will that could unmake universes.
Lin Xinyao’s silver barrier cracked under the pressure. Han Bingling and Mu Qiuxue’s ice shattered before it even touched the darkness. Shen Liqiu’s leaves turned to dust mid-flight.
Even Hei Yue, the daughter of darkness, took a step back, her expression grim.
"This is bad..." she murmured.
The shadow laughed, a sound that made the stars tremble.
"Now... let me show you true despair."
It raised a single hand—
And the universe screamed.
Yun Qianxue acted first.
"Chaos Goddess Sutra—Final Seal!"
Her body erupted in blinding frost, her divine sword gleaming with the power to sever fate itself. She slashed forward, a blade of absolute zero cutting through the void.
The shadow didn’t dodge.
It caught the blade with its bare hand.
With a single squeeze, the Misty Cloud Divine Sword shattered.
Yun Qianxue’s eyes widened.
Before she could react, the shadow backhanded her with enough force to erase a galaxy.
Her body was sent flying through dimensions, crashing through layers of space like a comet. Blood sprayed from her lips, her divine bones fracturing under the impact.
"Qianxue!" Lin Xinyao screamed, her lunar energy flaring as she lunged forward.
The shadow didn’t even glance at her.
With a flick of its wrist, a wave of darkness surged forth, swallowing Lin Xinyao’s attack and erasing it from existence.
Han Bingling and Mu Qiuxue struck next, their twin ice techniques merging into a glacial storm capable of freezing time itself.
A breath of uncreation.
The ice vanished, as if it had never existed.
Shen Liqiu and Yang Ningchang attacked from the flanks, their techniques weaving together in a deadly dance of cutting leaves and collapsing space.
The shadow didn’t move.
The moment their attacks touched it, they dissolved.
Lynn’s blue eyes narrowed. "It’s rewriting reality around itself!"
Ye Ling’s healing energy surged, mending Yun Qianxue’s injuries as she struggled to stand.
Hei Yue stepped forward, her darkness clashing against the shadow’s.
For a brief moment, the two forces held each other at bay.
"You are but a child playing with borrowed power."
It clenched its fist.
Hei Yue’s darkness shattered.
"Ugh!" she gasped, blood trickling from the corner of her lips as she was forced to her knees.
The shadow loomed over them, its presence suffocating.
The moment the shadow raised its hand, the universe itself seemed to collapse inward.
An endless tide of darkness surged forth—not merely an attack, but the annihilation of existence itself. Space dissolved. Time unraveled. The very laws of reality screamed as they were unmade.
Yun Qianxue, still bleeding from her wounds, forced herself to her feet. Her ice-blue eyes burned with defiance.
"Together!" she roared.
The eight women moved as one.
Lin Xinyao was the first to act.
"Moonlight Absolute Domain—Seal of Eternity!"
Her hands wove through the air, drawing silver sigils that burned with the power of the Moon. The moon itself seemed to descend from the heavens, its light solidifying into an unbreakable barrier.
Han Bingling and Mu Qiuxue followed.
"Frozen World—Celestial Ice Lock!"
Their twin ice energies intertwined, forming a glacial fortress around the group. This was no ordinary ice—it was the primordial frost that had existed before the universe, capable of freezing even the concept of destruction.
Shen Liqiu’s emerald robes fluttered as she summoned a storm of divine leaves.
"Life-Severing Verdant Storm!"
Each leaf carried the power to sever fate, slicing through the encroaching darkness like blades through paper.
Yang Ningchang and Lynn joined forces, their techniques complementing each other perfectly.
"Spatial Law—Infinite Labyrinth!"
"Reality Anchor—Absolute Stabilization!"
Space folded upon itself, creating infinite layers of dimensions to slow the shadow’s advance, while Lynn’s golden energy reinforced the laws of reality, preventing the darkness from corrupting their defenses.
Ye Ling placed her hands on the ground.
"Heavenly Restoration—Divine Rebirth!"
A surge of life energy erupted, mending their injuries and reinforcing their spirits. Even the air itself seemed to vibrate with vitality, resisting the shadow’s corrosive touch.
Hei Yue, though wounded, stood at the forefront.
Her darkness clashed against the shadow’s, not to destroy, but to contain. She was the daughter of the God of Darkness—she understood oblivion better than anyone.
Her Chaos Goddess Sutra reached its absolute peak.
A storm of frost and chaos erupted from her body, intertwining with the others’ powers. The temperature plunged to absolute zero, freezing even the concept of time...