406: Ragnarok (Part 1)

Finally, she put on the boots of the walkers of all realms. With just a slight exertion of force from her toes, her figure dragged out a blur of afterimages.

“Done!”

Xiao Si cheered joyfully in the Sea of Consciousness.

However, Shang Wan Ning was in no hurry to head toward the secondary plane marked by the coordinates.

She knew very well that Olexia must have the same intention.

A true hunter would never step into the center of the vortex prematurely when the prey and the bait had not yet become fully entangled.

Doing so would not only expose one's position but might also lead to being swept into an intense battle, losing the initiative.

Therefore, Shang Wan Ning decided to wait.

Patiently waiting for Sabrina and Avila to truly collide, waiting for the tide of clashing divine powers to reach its peak.

Only at that moment, when everyone's eyes were bloodshot with killing intent and they no longer had the leisure to pay attention to anything else... would be the best time for the “Abyssal Sovereign” and her subordinates to make their entrance as “interlopers” or the “mantis stalking the cicada”... Ativi Continent, chaotic rules, secondary plane.

The sky was a frozen, dusky yellow.

Twisted, withered branches pierced through the cracked earth one by one, and the air was filled with the characteristic sweet, metallic scent of decaying elements.

Avila floated in the center of the desolate valley, her emerald-colored divine power flickering all over her body.

The aura of divine blood she deliberately leaked was the only set of coordinates in this dead silence.

Her pointed ears twitched slightly.

【It's coming.】

That filthy, sweet stench that had penetrated her divine essence and entangled the Elf Goddess for ten thousand years was tearing through space and rapidly approaching.

Crack!

Space was forcefully torn open, leaving a bleeding rift.

Sabrina stepped into the wasteland, her long hair writhing like hydras, crawling all over her shoulders.

She simply stood there.

The surrounding rules began to collapse, and the soil beneath her feet quickly spread into a layer of thick, pulsating flesh-and-blood carpet.

“Little Avila...”

When Sabrina spoke, it carried multiple distorted echoes, every word saturated with the joy of ravings.

Her gaze was glued to the Elf Goddess. “Summoning me so urgently? Have you finally come to your senses and are willing to share the banquet of life with me?”

Avila suppressed the nausea and the dull pain of old wounds deep within her divine soul, her emerald eyes filled with frost. “Sabrina, your sacrilegious acts shall end today.”

“End?”

Sabrina burst into a series of sharp laughs. “No, my dear, this is just the beginning of another feast.”

Her crimson tongue slid over her sharp teeth. “The tasting I didn't get to finish ten thousand years ago, I will take back today with interest.”

Sabrina's main body suddenly exploded into a thick blood mist, her filthy energy condensing into countless waving tentacles.

They were covered in eyeballs, lunging crazily toward Avila.

The Elf Goddess slammed her staff onto the ground, and an emerald ring of life instantly expanded.

The vigorous vitality collided with the filthy blood mist, producing a sharp “hissing” sound, like cold water dripping into hot oil.

The divine power of life was constantly purifying the filth, but the blood mist seemed endless, spreading even more frantically instead.

“Yes, just like that, struggle a bit harder.”

Sabrina's figure flickered within the blood mist, her voice filled with morbid excitement.

“The more you are like this, the happier I am.”

A blood shadow appeared eerily behind Avila, its sharp claws reaching directly for her heart.

Avila turned around abruptly, her staff precisely blocking the claws. At the moment of impact, violent elements mixed with green and red colors exploded.

“The Elf Goddess only has this much skill?”

Sabrina was almost pressed against Avila's face, her breath fanning against her ear. “Compared to ten thousand years ago, you've fallen far behind.”

Fury overflowed from Avila's eyes.

Pure natural divine power erupted, forcefully knocking Sabrina back several steps.

“Shut up, you crazy woman.”

“Heh...”

Sabrina steadied herself and tilted her head to look at Avila, the mockery in her eyes almost spilling out.

“When I pin you to the ground in a moment and drain your divine blood, I'll see if you can still be so stubborn.”

Just then, the sky was torn apart by endless brilliance.

Dazzling holy light descended from the heavens, slamming heavily onto the ground.

This power was so great that even the churning blood mist could not withstand it, being forcefully pushed back and dispersed.

“Sabrina, your farce has gone on long enough.” Accompanied by a roar, Astrea slowly descended from the pillar of light.

She wore a suit of silver-white battle armor, shining with holy light, and held a holy sword condensed from light tightly in her hand.

In her golden pupils, there was only cold killing intent.

Behind her, three eight-winged War Angels spread their holy flame wings, their spears of light pointing straight at Sabrina.

Further away, the divine power of the Earth God, Kazgoroth, influenced the entire plane. Countless giant rock spikes burst from the ground, constructing a solid barrier.

The will of the Forest God, Vidania, transformed into tough, ancient vines, intertwining and weaving together to seal off all the surrounding space.

“Heh, helpers have arrived?”

Facing the heavy encirclement, Sabrina was not only unafraid but instead sneered even more wildly.

“Astrea, you still love meddling in others' business as much as ever.”

“What, seeing me and Little Avila having such a good time, are you jealous?”

“Today, this will be the burial place of the mother of flesh and blood.” Astrea pointed her holy sword directly at her, her tone icy.

“A burial place, just with all of you?” Sabrina laughed loudly, blood mist soaring into the sky as her filthy divine power boiled and churned. “I come and go as I please.”

The God War ignited instantly!!!

Astrea's holy sword slashed down, and ten thousand feet of holy light transformed into a destructive torrent.

Sabrina roared, swinging her claws to meet it head-on. Blood light and holy light collided violently, and the exploding energy made the entire plane wail.

The three War Angels turned into three streaks of light, their holy flame spears constantly stabbing at Sabrina from tricky angles.

The rock spikes controlled by Kazgoroth were like living things, crazily springing from the ground and strangling the spreading flesh.

Vidania's vines were incredibly tough, wrapping and tightening, constantly compressing Sabrina's range of movement.

Avila condensed a moonlight longbow in her hand, her arrows like shooting stars chasing the moon. Each arrow precisely struck the key nodes of Sabrina's power flow.

“Haha... come on, all of you.”

Sabrina charged left and right amidst the siege.

Blood claws tore through the holy light, tentacles smashed the rock spikes, and filthy energy corroded the vines.

Her fighting style was incredibly fierce, even willing to trade injury for injury, forcing the War Angels to retreat repeatedly.

One eight-winged War Angel was slightly slow, and the edge of his wing was grazed by an eerie blood shadow. His pure white feathers instantly turned dark and grey.

“Ah!”

He let out a painful groan.

Astrea shouted a warning, “Watch out for her blood.”

At the same time, the light of the holy sword grew even more intense.

A thicker pillar of purification light boomed down, completely evaporating the filthy blood that was trying to spread along the vines.