The Mighty Ina

“I merely wanted to watch you struggle in despair.”

A trace of amusement crossed the Chaos Demon God’s face.

“The Chieftain… everything he wished to protect—the fragile lives, the laughable civilizations, the fleeting emotions…” The Chaos Demon God’s voice echoed through the Spirit Realm like the reverberations of distant mountains. “All of it will be devoured in despair, crushed, and reduced to nothingness. To me, that is the ending I look forward to most—to watch the world he created at the cost of everything he had fall apart beneath the tide of disaster.”

A chill ran up Xia Lun’s spine, but the anger in his heart was even stronger.

“Even you will be swallowed up, won’t you? If your body devours everything, won’t your soul disappear as well?”

The Chaos Demon God shook his head, his tone filled with an indifference that had transcended entire eras.

“Do you really think that, having survived from the Void Era until now, I would still care about something as trivial as life and death? Even if I return to the void, I will not truly perish. I will merely exist in another form.”

Xia Lun said, “Then once your soul is extinguished, your body…”

“Ah, that is indeed true. Although my body has already run out of control, the most fundamental connection between it and my soul still remains… We are still one. As long as the soul perishes, the body will collapse along with it.”

The Chaos Evil God spoke without the slightest hesitation. Then, a trace of disdain appeared in his eyes.

“However, from what I have observed, there are very few beings in this universe capable of entering the Spirit Realm… Do you really think you have any chance of defeating me on your own?”

Xia Lun fell silent.

In reality, very few deities in the outside world seemed to know that the Spirit Realm even existed. The Mechanical Prophet, for instance—their civilization had seemingly never detected the existence of the Spirit Realm.

Aina had speculated that possessing magic was the entry ticket to the Spirit Realm, while in other worlds, there were actually very few races that possessed magic.

Their world, formed from the Chieftain, had the densest concentration of magic. The farther other worlds were from them, the thinner the concentration of magic became.

In other words, there would be no reinforcements. He was completely isolated and helpless…

A streak of blood-red light exploded without warning before Xia Lun’s eyes! Like a blade slicing through paper, it precisely cut across the Chaos Demon God’s wrist.

The Chaos Demon God’s enormous wrist was severed cleanly, leaving behind a smooth, mirror-like red cross-section. Under the Spirit Realm’s artificial gravity, the hand then fell straight toward the ground.

The force restraining Xia Lun vanished abruptly.

Before he could react, a red figure had already flashed to his side. A slender yet powerful hand seized his arm and dragged him backward, bringing him safely to a standstill above the roiling sea of blood.

“Xia Lun, what are you wasting your breath talking to that thing for?”

Aina’s red dress fluttered in the wind like a burning banner, accentuating her valiant bearing.

A few strands of silvery-white hair brushed across her cold, stern profile. Her crimson eyes were as sharp as blades, fixed firmly on the Chaos Demon God ahead.

“Aina…”

“You were quite good at making bold claims before. You said things like, ‘I’ll definitely take care of everything,’ and ‘Wait for me to come back’… So why did I still have to come rescue you?” Aina raised her chin slightly, her eyes filled with unconcealed smugness. “As expected, you’re completely useless without me.”

Xia Lun opened his mouth, but in the end, he could only shake his head with a bitter smile.

“Now doesn’t seem like the time to talk about that… How did you get in here?”

“The Arcane Sage and the others are watching things outside. They can’t enter the Spirit Realm, so naturally, I had to come take a look and see how a certain stubborn idiot was doing.”

Aina looked at the Chaos Demon God before them.

“So, all we have to do now is get rid of this thing, right?”

“The goddess…” The Chaos Demon God looked at Aina, his voice laced with disdain.

The sea of blood below suddenly surged upward. The blood flowed into the severed wrist, and the hand that Aina had cut off rapidly regenerated.

“A mere weak woman, hiding behind the Chieftain. Back then, you didn’t even have the qualifications to interfere in my battle with the Chieftain…”

Before he could finish speaking, Aina abruptly swung the crimson staff in her hand toward the Chaos Demon God.

A colossal streak of blood-red light stretched across heaven and earth, erupting from the Chaos Demon God’s chest and cleaving its enormous body in two.

Its upper and lower halves slowly parted. No blood sprayed from the cut; instead, pure chaotic energy poured outward like a volcanic eruption.

The massive upper half crashed toward the sea of blood below, as though the heavens themselves had collapsed.

Boom!

The sea of blood heaved into towering waves.

Aina calmly withdrew the crimson staff that had re-formed in her hand, cold light flashing in her eyes.

“The goddess is the goddess, and I am me. Don’t compare me to that bitch.”

Xia Lun stared at the scene in a daze.

“Well, Xia Lun? Has the sight of my overwhelming strength left you utterly enchanted?” Aina still had the presence of mind to joke with him. “Don’t think you have to handle everything by yourself.”

“That’s something I should be saying to you.”

Xia Lun took a deep breath, forcing himself to recover from his shock.

He tightened his grip on the blood sword. At that moment, the sea of blood before them began to stir again.

A figure slowly took shape.

It was no longer in the form of a giant that towered over heaven and earth. Instead, it shrank and condensed into a human form similar to Xia Lun’s—approximately two meters tall, with a slender yet powerful build. Six arms still extended from its back, giving it a distinctly savage appearance.

“Why does that thing look just like you?” Aina frowned. Only now did she notice this detail.

“That’s a long story…” Xia Lun briefly explained what had happened.

“Then I’m going to beat him senseless now. Don’t take it personally, Xia Lun.”

Aina began swinging the staff in her hand, and countless streaks of blood-red light flickered around her.

“Of course…”

Xia Lun’s vision suddenly flashed.

In the next instant, the Chaos Demon God’s figure had already surged in front of Aina. A wave of blood rose violently behind him as he threw a punch.

“What do you think you’re doing to her?”

Xia Lun instantly stepped in front of Aina. His blood sword traced an elegant arc through the air, intercepting the Chaos Demon God and meeting its flurry of punches head-on.

Sword light and fist force flashed incessantly, but the dense sword light was soon overwhelmed by countless fists and forced back step by step.

Against this existence, Xia Lun quickly found himself at a disadvantage once more.

However, the blood-red light from behind him swept past his side and forced back the Chaos Demon God, who had already experienced its power once before.

“Exquisite swordsmanship. You can actually exchange blows with me.” A trace of surprise finally appeared on the Chaos Demon God’s face. It then looked toward Aina. “I take back what I said. Woman… although you are still not as powerful as the goddess, you do seem to be even more troublesome.”