A group of people were rendered immobile by Bibi Dong's overwhelming aura.
Their faces turned deathly pale, their bodies stiff as statues, and cold sweat poured down their foreheads.
Their hearts pounded as if they would leap from their throats, and breathing became extremely difficult, as if they were about to suffocate.
Time seemed to freeze, each second feeling incredibly long.
After an unknown amount of time, they finally felt the pressure that had almost crushed them ease.
They gasped for breath, like stranded fish returning to water.
When they regained their senses and looked up, Bibi Dong had vanished from the scene.
The group exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with terror and confusion.
Inside the Papal Palace, a deathly silence reigned.
The terrifying pressure Bibi Dong had just exuded still lingered in their hearts.
"Your Holiness, what..." someone stammered, their voice trembling with fear.
"I don't know, but I hope it doesn't involve us," another person said, their voice trembling as well.
A deep unease settled over everyone.
They didn't know what Bibi Dong's departure meant, nor what storms awaited them in the future.
Inside the Hall of Offerings, the Temple of Angels!
Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his brow furrowed, intently sensing the powerful, chilling aura he had just sensed, trying to glean any clues from it.
His posture was upright, yet he couldn't conceal the unease and confusion in his heart.
Just as he was deep in thought, in the blink of an eye, Bibi Dong appeared before him without warning.
Dressed in the divine armor of the Rakshasa God, Bibi Dong truly resembled a deity reborn.
The armor was jet black, yet it shimmered with a dark and mysterious light, each ray seemingly containing endless evil and death.
On her helmet, sharp horns stretched out menacingly, as if to pierce the heavens.
The black armor clung tightly to her body, outlining perfect yet majestic curves, every inch of the armor plates flowing with chilling power.
The dark light surrounding her seemed alive, churning and writhing, sometimes transforming into a hideous demonic face, sometimes into sharp spikes.
Wherever this light touched, space itself seemed to be corroded, emitting a sizzling sound.
A powerful aura instantly surged towards Qian Daoliu, the pressure like an invisible mountain, so heavy it was suffocating.
Even a powerhouse like Qian Daoliu felt immense pressure.
His expression instantly turned extremely solemn, his previous composure vanishing without a trace.
"Bibi Dong... you've actually become a god?"
Qian Daoliu felt his breath catch in his throat, the pressure seemingly about to crush his internal organs.
He dared not be negligent in the slightest, frantically circulating all his soul power, golden light bursting forth from his body in an attempt to resist this terrifying pressure.
However, even with his full resistance, the dark pressure continued to assail him like a tidal wave, causing his body to tremble slightly.
Qian Daoliu was utterly shocked:
"After Bibi Dong became a god, her power has reached such an unimaginable level!"
"Why did this damned woman come after me first?
What's going on..." Bibi Dong sneered, her laughter seemingly emanating from the deepest abyss, icy and chilling.
"Qian Daoliu, today is your death day!"
Her voice was filled with absolute confidence and boundless killing intent.
Qian Daoliu roared,
"Arrogant! You think becoming a god makes you invincible?"
Despite his tough words, a hint of undisguised fear flickered in his eyes.
The atmosphere between the two instantly became extremely tense; the air seemed to freeze, and an earth-shattering battle was about to begin.
(End of Chapter)
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