Malaki's seven-pronged attack melted away before the light beam like candles under the blazing sun, vanishing instantly.
The light beam continued forward, piercing directly through Malaki's chest, leaving an unfathomable void behind him.
"Aaaah——!"
Malaki let out a heart-wrenching scream, his seven heads twisted in extreme agony.
The massive wound in his chest was rapidly rotting and spreading at a visible pace.
Bradish joined the battle as well, countless fleshy tentacles winding towards Chai Ye's limbs like an octopus.
These tentacles compressed the resentments of millions of lives, each one possessing its own consciousness and malice.
"Is that all you've got?"
Chai Ye sneered disdainfully, flapping all six wings simultaneously.
The sharp wing blades sliced through the air, leaving six pitch-black fissures.
These fissures, as sharp as blades, instantly severed most of the tentacles.
