Phainon and Mydei stood back to back.
Molten gold flames and crimson crystal light intertwined.
"Are you ready, Deliverer!" Mydei's voice was boiling with battle intent.
"As always."
As Phainon's voice faded, he transformed into a molten gold sun, tearing through the air and charging straight at Phantylia!
The contempt on Phantylia's face, like a god looking down on ants, remained unshaken.
She didn't even bother to get up, merely elegantly flicked her fingertips forward.
In an instant.
Destruction, like a lotus, bloomed into a sea in the void.
However, Phainon's twin swords were faster!
The two swords, carrying the dazzling starlight of Invasion Dawn, crossed, tracing two pure trajectories of death.
Wherever they passed, the sea of lotus flowers instantly evaporated, erupting in a series of piercing wails!
In the blink of an eye, the blazing sun was upon her!
Finally, ripples appeared in Phantylia's pupils.
Her mountain-like giant palm slammed down, intending to crush this flying insect into dust.
But a grim arc curved on Phainon's lips.
Behind him, a crimson lightning bolt tore through Phantylia's vision, following closely!
It was Mydei!
"You still have me as an opponent!"
Mydei roared, his massive spear, forged from lightning and battle intent, had already left his hand!
Pfft—!
Amidst the muffled sound of flesh tearing, Phantylia's right palm was firmly pierced by the spear, and crimson crystals spread wildly along the spear shaft, nailing her hand firmly to the Xuan Root of the Ambrosial Arbor behind her!
A crimson path paved with crystals instantly formed beneath Mydei's feet, reaching directly to Phantylia's face.
He sprinted along the path!
"Taste this!"
Mydei's fists transformed into the most violent lightning, each punch exploding with a circle of crimson shockwaves, the sound waves almost tearing eardrums, slamming heavily onto Phantylia's face!
"Heh..."
Phantylia's head tilted slightly from the impact, but a demonic smile seeped from the corner of her lips, "You ant, your bites don't even sting."
With a wave of her left hand, countless grotesque vines shot out from the Jianmu Tree like giant pythons, coiling towards Mydei.
Mydei didn't even look, merely roared, "It's your turn, Deliverer!"
The next instant!
Phainon's figure leaped from the ground like a ghost, his twin swords crossed.
As the sword light fell, the vines were severed.
As the sword light rose again, Phantylia's left arm was severed at the shoulder!
At the fracture, flames scorched and smoke curled.
Still in the air, Phainon's two Invasion Dawn swords in his hands surged against the wind, transforming into giant swords of light that pierced the heavens and earth, cleaving down upon Phantylia!
Phantylia broke free from the restraints of the Spear of Heavenly Condemnation.
But the next moment, Mydei's voice rang out, "Don't even think about it!"
He seized this fleeting opportunity, clenching his hand in the void towards Phantylia!
Crack! Crack... Countless crimson crystals grew wildly on Phantylia's body, completely encasing her into an immobile crystal statue!
Boom—!!!
The two giant swords slammed down, and the crust of the Scalegorge Waterscape violently shook under this destructive power!
Mydei landed on the ground, wiping sweat from his chin.
Phainon landed silently beside him.
"Is she dead?"
"Not that easily." Phainon's voice was calm, "Her true body is connected to the Jianmu Tree; without severing that connection, she is immortal and indestructible."
"Since you know this, why bother with such a futile effort?"
From within the dust, a voice faintly echoed.
Phantylia's figure reappeared; she slowly stood up, her severed arm already regrown.
However, her appearance had changed again.
Cold white skin, fiery red lips, pure white waist-length hair, bright orange eyes devoid of any emotion, surrounded by black and gold aura.
She put down her fan, finally deciding to act herself.
A ball of condensed destruction energy instantly gathered in her palm, then was lightly tossed towards the two of them.
Rumble!
The ground beneath their feet surged, transforming into a sea of molten lava, and a scorching pillar of energy shot into the sky, completely engulfing them both.
However.
When the light pillar dissipated, Phainon and Mydeistill stood unharmed in their original positions.
"You two..." For the first time, genuine confusion appeared in Phantylia's bright orange eyes.
"What, don't like sitting anymore?" Phainon sneered, his mockery unconcealed, "Do you think the Scalegorge Waterscape is too hot, so you specially cooled it down for me? But seriously, if you could blend the yellow and purple colors, perhaps it wouldn't be so incongruous."
"Your attack doesn't even qualify to be recorded in Castrum kremnos." Mydei's taunt was even more direct.
"You certainly have sharp tongues!"
Phantylia finally grew angry; she violently waved her hand, and two deep black lotus flowers appeared out of thin air, locking onto the two of them.
Two streams of energy connected to the lotus flowers, furiously draining their life force.
"In the fading of these black lotuses, feel the despair of your life being drained."
But her response was the undisguised laughter of Phainon and Mydei simultaneously.
Phainon laughed.
Because he had long regarded his life as firewood that could be ignited at any time.
Mydei laughed.
Because the Demigod of Strife only grows stronger in battle; death would only be his nourishment.
Phantylia fell silent.
What exactly are these two people?
One doesn't fear death, and the other... seems to transcend death.
Her aesthetic of destruction failed for the first time against them.
"I'm going to pull her into my battlefield," Phainonsuddenly said to Mydei, "You stay outside and sever her connection with the Jianmu Tree."
"Go for it, Deliverer." Mydei's gaze was more solemn than ever; he paused, then added, "Don't die in there; we haven't decided who's stronger yet."
"How long I take depends on how fast you are."
As his voice fell, Phainon took a step forward, facing Phantylia, his molten gold pupils filled with pure, extreme madness.
"Come, taste the flavor of being scorched by hatred."
Phantylia smiled lightly, resuming her playful demeanor: "Since it's such a generous invitation, how could this humble woman... refuse?"
The next moment, the sky above their heads seemed to open an invisible giant umbrella.
Beneath the umbrella's canopy, the spiritual energy and vegetation of the Scalegorge Waterscapereceded like a tide.
In their place was a crimson scorched earth, burned by endless war for billions of years.
Phainon activated The Hunt's authority—[World-Bearing Cage]!
Phantylia surveyed her surroundings, feeling her skin constantly melting and regenerating in the scorching air.
She still maintained her elegance, without the slightest panic.
"Is this your cage, honored sir? Imprisoning yourself as well, truly a unique way of hospitality."
"In this place, we... will fight to the death."
Phainon raised his twin swords, his voice fervent as a prayer.
"Embers—"
Above the blood-red firmament, a massive star, long extinguished, cold, and silent, was reignited by his will!
The dead star revived!
It dragged their all-destroying tail flame, letting out a soul-shaking roar, and plummeted towards Phantylia!
—for the dawn of the next life!"
At this moment, the playful smile on Phantylia's face finally completely froze.
In her pupils, reflecting the falling star, clearly showed the emotion called "dread."
"This power..."