Cassius and Zarriel faced each other from afar, two immense powers of laws clashing against one another, standing in equal measure, golden brilliance and crimson glow interwoven in the sky,
The sky was obscured by sulfuric smoke, the scorched earth cracked like a web, magma flowing through like veins.
At the level of demigod strength, even Ninth Tier Spells—let alone Forbidden Curses—are difficult to play a decisive role. Sometimes the battle returns to its most primitive state, evolving into a physical struggle.
But in truth, every contact between them hides killing intent, and ordinary mortals, even just approaching the battlefield, could easily be obliterated into smoke and ashes.
Zarriel's expression was bizarre, her eyelids drooping, yet the corner of her mouth exaggeratedly raised, showing both sadness and joy on her still delicate face.
She murmured, "Why, why are you all so selfish? Heaven is like this, those mortals are like this, you are like this...
