That overwhelming aura came swiftly and faded just as quickly. In the blink of an eye, the overwhelming presence that had made one want to kneel vanished without a trace.
However, Aki across from her did not relax her guard; instead, he had already begun preparing to retreat.
He watched Ms. Psychic, dressed in a bone-white outfit made of condensed energy, standing not far ahead, and had already made preparations to make a hasty exit.
But Ms. Psychic's transformation was far more than just a change of clothes.
The muscles and bones in her face began to wriggle. Her body's posture underwent a drastic transformation. Yet her face showed no signs of pain.
She resembled a doll being dressed by someone else.
This eerie phenomenon was truly hard for Aki to accept. After all, he had never witnessed such a scene before.
In no time, the transformation was complete.
Ms. Psychic had vanished. The woman now standing before Aki was someone he had never seen before—a complete stranger.
She wore a bone-white robe, adorned with a skull-shaped headpiece, her face pale, with three azure flames floating behind her. Due to her otherworldly attire, her otherwise beautiful features took on a sinister quality.
Aki stared at the three flames, seeming to see within them his joyful self, his composed self, and his sorrowful self.
He instinctively reached out to touch the flames.
Fortunately, the Greninja behind him struck him unconscious with a hand blade, then picked him up and ran off without a word.
The other Pokémon reacted quickly as well, retreating immediately without hesitation.
Ms. Psychic's Pokémon were still thinking about demanding an explanation from their trainer.
However, they were dragged away by Aki's Pokémon and fled quickly.
They didn't believe that the person standing before them was Ms. Psychic.
That indifferent gaze made it clear that the opponent truly didn't care about their lives. If they attacked, they would be killed in an instant. However, if they retreated, the boss wouldn't waste precious time chasing after them.
In the end, the individual combat strength of trainers was simply too weak.
The moment that overwhelming aura vanished, those in the know realized something was amiss.
Being able to release one's aura was not terrifying. But being able to instantly withdraw that surging aura was something only a few could accomplish.
Thus, they couldn't help but feel a bit concerned for Rope…
The white-clad beauty watched as Aki's Pokémon carried Aki away, showing no intention of stopping them.
Every second in this secondary world was precious. She couldn't afford to waste her strength fighting against the world's will. Therefore, she needed to act swiftly and decisively, preserving her strength as much as possible before the Thousand-Armed God appeared.
Of course, she was well aware that her primary target was still the savior of that company.
However, she wasn't in a hurry at all. Looking at the city in the distance, her pale, bony hand waved toward it from afar.
A massive surge of energy instantly rushed toward Jubilife City. As it advanced, the energy coalesced into the shape of a skull. The skull emitted a silent roar, terrifying all living beings along its path before crushing them underfoot.
"No!!"
The demigods, who were engaged in fierce battles with a group of trainers, all shouted in unison.
They had brought their most loyal companions with them. But now they were about to suffer huge losses.
More importantly, this was truly their fault.
The commander in the city and Flint outside were both stunned.
Damn, they really can't be stopped...
Flint originally thought that the Weavile here was difficult to deal with, but now that he sees it... Damn, I can take down Weavile by myself. Can you please remove this bug?
This isn't something that should appear in our Pokémon battles...
To be fair, this battle mode has indeed touched on the blind spots of Pokémon trainers.
However, at the last moment, a red light flashed.
Rope and his Pokémon were teleported by Mewtwo, instantly transferring from the Kanto region to Sinnoh.
And they stood in front of this massive skull head.
The flames in Rope's hands surged upward. Soon, a massive fireball charged toward the skull, giving off an aura of "Master, it's time for your cremation."
The white-clad beauty watched Rope's arrival with no emotion in her eyes, simply walking forward silently. However, it felt like she had only taken a few steps, yet she had already appeared far away.
Rope's fireball ultimately canceled out the skull's attack. Only a basketball-sized fireball remained, lacking much offensive power.
This method of relying purely on energy consumption to cancel out an opponent's attack was not one Rope used often. Because such a tactic truly was not worth the cost.
Fortunately, with the support of the World Will, he had not depleted too much of his strength, and it was still manageable.
Rope watched the white-clad beauty growing closer and closer, and he truly felt a bit annoyed.
Dealing with Halley on his own wasn't a problem. But the woman before him was truly beyond his capabilities.
[Al, you bastard, how did you manage to offend her? Even in the secondary world, I'll still give you a beating…]
Rope didn't understand the conflict between the woman in front of him and Al, but he was well aware that he was now caught in the crossfire.
However, this was also part of his duty, so there was nothing to criticize.
After taking a few steps, the white-clad beauty stopped a short distance in front of Rope.
She looked him up and down, seemingly displeased with his attire.
"The beauty of attire, the grandeur of etiquette. You are currently neither appropriately dressed nor behaving with proper decorum. It is truly embarrassing."
Rope was taken aback upon hearing these words.
This was Mandarin Chinese... and the origin of the phrase "the beauty of attire, the grandeur of etiquette" left no room for doubt.
It was like odd changes but even numbers remain the same... It was no different from a code between time travelers.
However, upon further reflection, Rope calmed down. After all, Year was also his fellow countryman. So it wasn't surprising that the person in front of him was also a fellow countryman...
Moreover, this person did indeed have the typical charm of an Eastern beauty, and her speech and behavior carried the aura of a well-bred young lady.
Rope used flames to form a set of ancient robes for himself and addressed the woman across from him: "This junior is Rope. May I ask how the senior is addressed?"
"Bone Lady."
The white-clad beauty spoke calmly.