Under the red moon, a cool breeze stirred.
It silenced all the roars between heaven and earth, as if the vibrant colors had frozen into a painting. All surrounding light and shadow receded, leaving only the strangely alluring girl in red with white hair, her sleeves dancing slightly in the wind.
Time had not stopped.
But the Bull Demon Myth, attacking Qianhong, and the Flesh and Blood King, shifting his form to suppress the Black Armored Legion, had almost come to a halt.
Wh-what happened?
The Bull Demon Myth was immersed in battle and hadn't paid much attention to his surroundings. The Flesh and Blood King, however, had observed.
He had felt humiliated before and had been fiercely determined to take down this Black Armored Legion, to reassert the might of the myths.
Myths, after all, were not to be contended with by mortals.
He firmly believed this.
Even though he hadn't breached this special legion in a while, despite fighting at full power, he believed… he believed…
In the blink of an eye, he discovered that the Black Wing Myth was done for.
"This needs a step-by-step review."
"That Black Wing fellow descended."
"That Black Wing fellow went towards Human City A."
"That Black Wing fellow encountered… a mortal human comparable to a myth?"
"That Black Wing fellow… is… defeated?!"
The Flesh and Blood King fell silent.
Gazing at the figure standing amidst the wreckage under the night sky, a chill suddenly gripped his heart.
This being seemed more capable of spreading fear than they, who were called the pawns of evil gods.
No!
What a joke! He, who was a myth, would feel fear because of a mere mortal below the myth tier!
The Flesh and Blood King was both shocked and enraged.
He quickly widened the distance between himself and the Black Armored Legion, fearing a pincer attack from the legion and that… that inhuman human. Even without a pincer attack, the Flesh and Blood King had to admit, unwillingly, that the combat power of that human female was… above his own!
"If my true self could descend, would this king be cowering like this!"
"If my true self were present, in my myth form, everyone here… would die!"
But he was merely raging impotently.
Without using a vessel to descend, his Seven-Awakening body could never have entered a world like Blue Star. In the past, the Flesh and Blood King had never seen this as a problem. A myth's descent was enough to erase all resistance. Even those human oases that tried to stop the Mother Goddess from feeding had to descend into these new worlds, a process even more difficult for them.
Yet today, a myth that had descended was utterly defeated by a native of a new world.
Utterly.
The entire battlefield fell into a brief silence, all eyes fixed on that figure.
The Scarlet Emperor was no exception.
He was preparing to descend. It wasn't that he didn't want to act, to deal with that Blue Star female alongside the Black Wing Myth, but… he was acutely aware that Blue Star possessed another myth-tier combatant! He had been watching.
"There's another one?!"
Inside the palace, the Bull Demon Myth, the Flesh and Blood King, and the Black Wing Myth, whose avatar had been obliterated and who appeared depressed, dejected, and furious, all exclaimed in unison.
This… how?
Is this reasonable!
"There is another on Blue Star who can rival a god with a mortal body, and that person might even be the strongest on Blue Star. Otherwise, do you think this emperor would take dealing with a mere new world so seriously."
"However, the means displayed by Blue Star still exceed some of my estimations."
Before this, although the Bull Demon and the other two myths hadn't said it outright, the Scarlet Emperor knew they had been somewhat dismissive of the operation he was leading.
Now, no one dared to underestimate him or call him timid.
But the Scarlet Emperor found himself in a dilemma.
He had prepared these measures precisely to deal with that person from that day. He had also locked onto his target, his gaze fixed intently on the figure clad in white robes.
The attire, the appearance, were different, and the aura also varied slightly.
But his intuition told him that this was the person he was looking for.
The world of Blue Star was strange, and its strangeness might stem from this person. All his preparations were meant to be a funeral for this white-robed individual, but… he had completely underestimated how unreasonable Blue Star was!
A sense of unease began to rise in the Scarlet Emperor's heart.
If he had anticipated Blue Star's trump card being so outrageous, he would have called for more reinforcements. However, the war had already begun. To halt now would mean that the avatars of the Bull Demon and the Flesh and Blood King would inevitably be lost.
He would have to pay a greater price.
For Blue Star, such a new world without the support of any human overlord oases, to suffer such a defeat would deal a significant blow to his status as the Scarlet Emperor.
He might not be able to hold his head up in the myth circles!
As these thoughts swirled in his mind, the reason that compelled him to continue fighting rather than strategically retreating was not any of these things. The core reason was singular!
—He, still had confidence!
He still had preparations!
…
…
North of the Marsh Base City, on the devastated battlefield.
An Jianyou, seeing that the enemy had been physically erased, remembered her mentor's warning – the non-human form could not be maintained for long, the non-human form could not be maintained for long… x3.
Important warnings were recalled three times.
She began to deactivate.
The eight black arms, covered in bizarre patterns, that had grown from her back slowly retracted, disappearing in an instant. Following this, the pure white of her white hair began to fade, inch by inch, turning black. The strange eye on her forehead slowly sank and vanished. Her alluring red dress followed suit, dissipating into specks of light.
In the blink of an eye,
The demonic, terrifying figure, like a god of destruction, disappeared.
In its place stood the frail girl on the ravaged ground.
Apart from a faint mark on her forehead and a red string wrapped around her neck, An Jianyou showed few signs of contamination. Even after shedding her non-human form, her condition remained stronger than 99% of the Six-Awakening Thrones.
Even her back, where the eight black arms had once grown, showed no trace, appearing smooth and fair.
If her combat suit hadn't become a backless outfit, and if that scene hadn't been imprinted on the minds of many present, no one would have been able to connect this delicate girl with the 'demon god' from moments ago.
But now, there was no going back.
Upon seeing this slender figure, the image that came to mind was that of the eight-armed, white-haired woman in red, resembling a demon god.
This terrifying demon god, after exiting her 'non-human form' and scattering the strange evil entities around her, stood frozen.
"What did I just do?"
"I seem to have…"
The scenes that had just unfolded flashed rapidly through her mind like a movie.
An Jianyou had memory and consciousness.
Protected by her talent, even when merging with the strange evil entities and using their power, she wouldn't fall into madness.
However,
"Why did I do such a thing!"
"I actually stuck out my tongue to lick the splattered blood… Ugh!"
An Jianyou's face turned pale. She hunched over, covering her mouth.
She couldn't help but take out water from her spatial ring, pour it into her mouth, gargle, and then spit it out repeatedly.
She hid behind the colossal body of the Furnace Golem, gargling again and again. She even took out a can of bottled water and poured it over her head, washing away the blood splattered on her body and face.
"I clearly possess the skill 'Guardian Field,' which could have blocked the splattered blood! Why didn't I even want to block it then!"
Her thought at the time seemed to be: it wasn't necessary.
There was no need to let a little洁癖 affect combat efficiency.
But was this a little洁癖! It didn't affect combat efficiency at all!
And besides…
"It seems there were many spectators to my battle just now!"
"That appearance… was seen by thousands of people?"
"No—"
An Jianyou was frantic.
An Jianyou was embarrassed.
An Jianyou couldn't help but draw circles on the ground with her toes.
She had totally embarrassed herself!
She had no face to see anyone!
The battlefield fell into an eerie silence.
The Seven-Star Strange Evil Falling Cloud Mother was struggling to get up. The Bull Demon Myth and the Flesh and Blood King retreated far away, watching a certain direction with great vigilance. There…
An Jianyou was hiding behind the golem, picking at the dirt, mumbling, her face flushed red and pale.
Letting out a sigh of desperation.
"Awoo~ Woo~ Woo~ Woo~"
…
"This girl…"
Fang You shook his head slightly.
Although An Jianyou was currently protected by a few strange evil entities, and neither the base city side, nor the evil gods' minions and servants further away, nor the myths observing from beyond the sky could see her amidst the strange evil entities…
He could see her.
He couldn't help but chuckle.
Only An Jianyou felt she had embarrassed herself. In the eyes of others, it was…
…
"So cool!"
At the front lines of the battlefield, Yiluo Xi, who had unleashed a fire dragon, had her eyes gleaming. "I really want to learn this move too! Releasing flames from all eight arms at once, that's too awesome!"
"But damn it, how did An Jianyou suddenly become so powerful? Did she secretly get extra lessons from the mentor!"
"To be fair, that was indeed cool."
Xing Jinglei agreed with Yiluo Xi's first sentence but disagreed with the second.
"Using eight arms to conjure fireballs? Hmph, ignorant. Punching with all your might is the true coolness. The reason Miss An is powerful and cool is because she used her fists to shatter that descending myth!"
"What are you talking about? Fire is art!"
"Hmph, muscles are power!"
"…Art!"
"…Power!"
…
"As wondrous as art, and containing boundless power."
"This, is the true power of Blue Star, the true guardian god of Blue Star?"
The Lord of the Tower of Wealth swallowed hard with difficulty.
He looked at his envoy and, after a pause, said, "The plan is canceled, no matter what happens, no matter if Blue Star faces further calamities."
Before this,
No matter how strong the pale red war puppet was, it was still a puppet, just an 'item.' And items needed owners.
This only amplified his covetous desire.
The Black Armored Legion was also strong, but it was ultimately a legion, not individual power, and possessed numerous limitations.
Only the white-haired, red-clad woman.
She was not a myth, yet she could already slay myths.
That figure was deeply etched into his mind, causing his true self, thousands of spatial layers away in his oasis, to feel a sudden chill.
All desire was extinguished.
Blue Star, must not be made an enemy.