While Cain was forced to endure the siege of the Immortal Nirvana Stronghold, peace was the one thing the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe did not possess.
War raged across the cosmos.
The battles were explosive beyond imagination. Waves of destructive power spread in every direction, clashing with such intensity that even the small worlds orbiting the Empyrean World were affected. Entire planetary regions trembled.
Massive quakes split continents apart, and entire sectors collapsed into the void as shockwaves from the battlefield spread through space.
At the center of the war, a new figure had erged.
The Warlock of the Root, Mikela.
The woman possessed power comparable to Robuke, perhaps even greater. The flas she commanded were terrifyingly destructive, and when they struck flesh, even the regenerative abilities of the Samsara Immortal Body struggled to heal the damage they caused. Beside her fought the Monster of the Root, Robuke.
The two were accompanied by endless legions of abominations.
Those twisted creatures poured into the void like a living tide, flooding the battlefield with monstrous forms. Every single one of them fought without fear, without hesitation, and without the slightest instinct for self-preservation.
They existed only to kill.
And yet, despite the terrifying might of the Root's army...
They were the ones being pushed back.
"Kill!"
Anark roared with all his strength.
The Eight Stars of Origin around his forehead blazed like miniature suns as he launched a devastating punch.
His fist crashed directly into Robuke's stomach.
The impact was catastrophic.
The Monster of the Root vomited mouthfuls of dark blood as his body
was blasted across the battlefield like a broken teor.
Mikela clenched her teeth as she witnessed the scene.
Robuke was being overwheld.
The Monster of the Root had not fully recovered from the devastating wounds he had suffered more than a year ago. Those injuries had not rely damaged his body-they had also scarred his Primordial Essence and soul.
Even a being like him required ti to fully restore such damage. Unfortunately, Mikela could not assist him.
She had an opponent of her own to face.
The Warlock of the Root's cold eyes shifted toward a young woman advancing through the battlefield.
Majestic wings spread behind her back.
A magnificent lotus composed of seven petals floated around her body, each one carrying the essence of a Deadly Sin.
Across her skin, glowing runic lines ford intricate patterns-the unmistakable mark of the Samsara Runic Set.
And in her hand she carried a sword.
A terrifying weapon overflowing with dark and chaotic energy.
Countless tornted wails echoed from its blade, as if the souls of the
damned were trapped within it.
For anyone else, wielding such a weapon would have been a nightmare.
But ylin held it with perfect control.
Through sheer willpower, she imposed order upon the madness within the blade, transforming chaotic hatred into a weapon of precise destruction.
With a single wave of her hand, Mikela unleashed her attack.
Streams of blazing orange flas erupted across the void.
Each stream carried imnse destructive power. They moved with frightening speed, crossing vast distances in re heartbeats, while the corruption embedded within them threatened to rot both flesh and soul.
Yet the True Depravita of Original Sin showed no fear.
ylin moved like a phantom through the storm of fire.
Her martial movents were far more refined than they had been
only a few years ago.
During the long war against the Root, she had fought at the very frontlines. Again and again she had risked her life in brutal battles,
constantly pushing beyond her limits.
Through countless life-and-death struggles, her combat skill had evolved dramatically.
However, even the greatest martial skill had its limits.
So streams of fla still managed to strike the Sinful Lotus
surrounding her.
Layers of the lotus petals began to peel away under the relentless assault.
By the ti ylin finally reached Mikela, the Sinful Lotus had
shattered completely.
Streams of fire rushed toward her from every direction.
For a brief instant, ti seed to slow.
ylin inhaled deeply.
Then the power of the Flow erupted within her.
She spun her body in a graceful arc, and a revolving golden force field
burst into existence around her.
Empowered by the Flow, the barrier deflected the incoming flas,
sending them scattering across the void.
ylin had not yet reached the level required to summon the
legendary Thirty-Three Petal Golden Lotus.
However, her journey along the River of the Flow had dramatically
refined her abilities. She had learned to apply its power through unique techniques of Divergence, allowing her to manipulate energy in far more complex ways than before.
Pride flashed briefly within her eyes.
Channeling that confidence, ylin raised her sword.
The blade descended like a falling star.
Mikela reacted instantly.
A blazing shield of fire ford in front of her at the last possible
mont.
But it was not enough.
The sword cut through the barrier and sliced across Mikela's chest, sending the Warlock of the Root flying backward through the void.
Pain twisted Mikela's expression.
Her body imdiately began regenerating.
However, the sword strike carried a terrifying psychic force along
with its physical damage. That power reached deep into her soul, cutting through it like a blade.
ylin did not hesitate.
She prepared to continue her charge and finish the battle.
But the Warlock of the Root was far from helpless.
In the very next instant, Mikela snapped her fingers. Every drop of blood spilled across the battlefield suddenly ignited.
A massive explosion erupted.
The detonation was so powerful that it engulfed ylin entirely.
The light of the blast was blinding.
Across the battlefield, warriors of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance
felt a surge of alarm.
During the past years, the True Depravita of Original Sin had earned imnse respect. Her courage, discipline, and emotional control had made her a symbol of strength for many soldiers.
If she fell here, it would be a devastating blow to morale.
Fortunately, before those fears could grow...
Streams of mist erged from the explosion. The fog gathered together.
Monts later, ylin's figure reappeared.
There was not a single wound on her body.
The corrupted flas of the Warlock of the Root had failed to harm
her.
Her eyes blazed with cold killing intent.
Without hesitation, she resud her charge.
Mikela's eyes burned with frustration.
ylin was an extrely troubleso opponent for her abilities.
After quickly glancing across the battlefield, Mikela finally made a
decision.
The situation had turned against them.
Robuke was struggling.
The abomination armies were being destroyed.
And the forces of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance continued
pressing forward.
There was no choice.
"Retreat!" Mikela shouted.
The armies of the Root imdiately obeyed, pulling back toward the
Worlds of the Root.
But the warriors of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance had no intention
of letting them escape so easily. Their charge was far from over.
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