However, a Rakshasa sovereign was not so easy to bring down. She rose from the rubble, her shoulder now nothing more than a gaping hole where her corrupted heart could be seen beating. She spat a jet of black blood, her ruby eyes fixing the duo with growing madness.
"You... you dare..." she stammered, as her flesh began to knit itself back together in a hiss of purulent steam.
BaiShe landed beside Wukong, his Chaotic Qi lance pointed at the giantess's throat. His face was of a spectral pallor, but his narcissistic smile was sharper than ever.
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The atmosphere at the center of the Seed World had become a brazier of contradictory energies, to the point that reality itself seemed to liquefy under the pressure of the colliding domains. The black crystal sky vibrated nonstop, and each of its oscillations echoed Sun Wukong's roars as well as the rage-filled howls of Xiaoli, the Queen of Hearts.
