Chapter 1298: Self-Sufficiency in Magical Power

Esdeath uttered a low and long sigh of satisfaction. Although the sound had no practical meaning, it was full of her deep desire and intoxication for power.

Demonization, this process that was both familiar and unfamiliar to her, every experience was like rebirth, freeing her from the shackles of humanity and restoring her to the demon form with endless power.

At this moment, her senses were infinitely magnified, and every nerve was bathed in the ocean of power. The unprecedented sense of fulfillment made her almost lose herself.

Her eyes flashed with a strange light, which was the darkness from the abyss, mixed with the blazing of thunder.

The surge of magic power was like boiling lava, running wildly in her body, and every heartbeat was accompanied by a surge of power, as if the whole world was trembling under her will.

This power was not only a physical strengthening, but also a sublimation of the spirit and soul, which made her feel unprecedented freedom and power.

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out from Esdeath's body. The light was so strong that even the toughest steel would melt instantly. Even the most determined will would shed tears involuntarily when looking at it.

This light was like lightning that broke through the night sky. It not only illuminated the endless darkness of the underworld, but also instantly rolled up an unprecedented storm vortex.

It drew everything around it, whether it was air or invisible magic, all spun wildly in this vortex, forming a doomsday scene.

In the center of this storm, Esdeath's breath had become extremely powerful. Her magic swirled, erupted, and gathered like a storm, forming a heart-pounding momentum.

This momentum was so strong that even the surrounding air seemed to be wailing, and every strand of it was trembling, as if it would be torn apart by this power at any time.

All this happened in a very short time, so fast that even a blink of an eye could not catch it.

At this moment, Black Rakshasa was waving his Rakshasa Demon Fist, which was powerful enough to penetrate the heavens and the earth and kill any Buddha who stood in his way, in a posture that was almost divine. Wherever the fist passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, and even time was distorted by its might, showing a horror beyond the mortal world.

Facing this blow that was enough to shake the heavens and the earth, Esdeath did not retreat at all, but instead greeted it with an almost provocative attitude and also threw a punch of her own.

The moment the fists of the two powerful men were about to touch, a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.

Before they really touched, they had already caused turmoil in the entire underworld, and the sound of ghosts crying and gods howling was endless, as if even the dead souls who had long lost their bodies were trembling for this battle.

Finally, the two fists collided with a bang, and at that moment, time seemed to freeze and space seemed to be completely torn apart.

A huge force that could not be described in words broke out, forming a visible shock wave, which spread wildly around with the two people as the center.

That "boom" was not only a shocking sound, but also a proof that the entire universe was trembling.

The roar of the beginning of the world left only this loud noise in the whole world. All the sounds and colors were completely swallowed up at this moment.

With the release of this power, the underworld ushered in unprecedented turmoil.

From the gloomy and terrifying walls of the City of the Dead, to the slowly flowing Wangchuan River on the Naihe Bridge, to the solemn and mysterious throne of the Yama Palace, and even the bottomless eighteen layers of hell, all trembled under the impact of this power.

The earth was shaking, the mountains were collapsing, and the rivers were flowing backwards, as if the order of the entire underworld was overturned at this moment.

Those dead souls who were originally moving slowly on the Naihe Bridge were frightened by the sudden vibration. Millions of people lost their balance in an instant and fell into the bottomless Wangchuan River.

The water of the Forgotten River rolled, as if swallowing everything, and the dead souls struggled in the river, uttering bursts of shrill wails, adding a bit of tragic color to the battle.

The ghosts of the Yin God were even more terrified. Although they had lost their lives, they still felt unprecedented fear in front of this power.

They fled everywhere, trying to find a safe refuge, but where can they be truly safe in this turbulent underworld?

Black Rakshasa didn't expect Esdeath to be able to break his Rakshasa magic fist with force.

Although she didn't have any skills at all, this actually showed how powerful and terrifying Esdeath's true power was.

Black Rakshasa felt that he could only fight Esdeath if he took back the scepter.

But it didn't matter. Anyway, he was immortal and indestructible, and it was impossible for him to retreat. The worst thing was that he would be killed by Esdeath once.

Her figure seemed to jump out of the void, and before Black Rakshasa's thoughts were fully condensed, she was already in front of him.

This is not simply a speed, but a way of existence beyond common sense.

Esdeath seemed to have broken free from the constraints of time and space, and her actions were no longer restricted by traditional physical laws.

"Speed?"

A trace of doubt flashed through Black Rakshasa's mind, but then this thought was replaced by a stronger shock like morning mist.

Because what he witnessed was far beyond the scope of the word "speed".

Esdeath was not galloping in space, but trampling on space itself, as if space had become a bridge for her to travel freely. Every movement was accompanied by subtle distortion and reorganization of the spatial structure, just as incredible as teleportation, but deeper and more complex than teleportation.

Esdeath threw a punch.

That punch, with enough power to shake the mountains, hit Black Rakshasa's chest with a bang, throwing him far away like a kite with a broken string.

And in this lightning moment, another Esdeath, or rather, the spatial projection of Esdeath, had condensed and formed behind Black Rakshasa at the moment he was about to land. He kicked out with a sound of wind and thunder, kicking Black Rakshasa into the air again, drawing a shocking arc.

But this was just the beginning.

In the next moment, time seemed to solidify, and space seemed to be kneaded by invisible hands, producing unprecedented distortion and folding.

Hundreds and thousands of Esdeaths, each emitting the same aura and power as the original body, emerged from all directions at the same time, surrounding the Black Rakshasa.

This is not a simple image replication, nor is it an illusion, but a multi-dimensional twisting phenomenon created by Esdeath using his understanding of the laws of space.

From Chang Wei's point of view, the realization of this phenomenon involves a deep understanding and application of quantum entanglement, superstring theory, and multi-dimensional space theory.