"Damn it, damn it!"
The Drought Fiend felt the relentless erosion of her power caused by spells and laws.
Originally confident, she now believed that if she didn't escape, she might truly die at the hands of this guy.
She had finally found a chance to advance further; how could she perish here?
One single thought.
The Drought Fiend explosively activated the Drought Demoness bloodline within her, as vast heat spread out, making her seem like the great sun in the sky, radiating heat.
The petals controlled by the Empress continuously vanished, turning the vast flower sea into a sea of fire, petals withering, spiritual light burning.
Like a spectacular rain of fireworks, drifting across the entire abyssal sky.
The Drought Fiend attempted to escape amidst this moment, but the next instant.
The Saintess seemed prepared, as the Vast Heavenly Heavy Pupils reappeared, the vast Chaos Realm enveloping the surroundings, locking the space.
Simultaneously.
