What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

The remaining Shen Muchan and the white cat looked at each other, wondering if she was being hypocritical.

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……

That huge pit.

Su Yan stood at the edge, looking at the burning ancient book, her eyes filled with countless emotions, which eventually subsided into calm.

She said to the Pope, "My opinion of you has changed now."

The Pope smiled gently and said, "Thank you."

Su Yan said, "You're welcome."

The Pope was slightly taken aback, not expecting to hear those three words, and said with some surprise, "You still seem to believe that you will win."

Su Yan calmly said, "Because I have never doubted myself."

The Pope raised his head, his gaze falling on Lin Mushi on the distant high-rise building, and asked, "And what about her?"

Su Yan did not answer.

The Pope said, "The aura emanating from Lin Mushi is familiar to both of us, because we have a deep memory of her and know what kind of person she is."

"I wouldn't call them aloof, indifferent, ruthless, or cruel, but they certainly have no attachment to this world."

He said softly, "Yet it was this woman who left her mark on Lin Mushi, almost without any attempt to hide it, which makes it hard not to have some thoughts."

Su Yan said, "Humans always like to make unfounded associations."

The Pope smiled and said, "But she is God."

Upon hearing this, Su Yan laughed, her eyes full of mockery, and said disdainfully, "God? Only those who live in heaven are gods. What kind of god is she now?"

The Pope's smile gradually faded, and his expression became slightly somber and serious.

Their seemingly casual conversation was not a break; in fact, the battle was still ongoing.

The world was changed by their will.

The clouds churned and surged, like a tsunami appearing in the sky. Occasionally, blinding white light would fall, as if countless thunderbolts were lurking within, but it would vanish in an instant, turning into complete darkness without a sound.

Like a crater formed by a falling meteor, the steam rising from the bottom grew increasingly dense, and the temperature rose sharply, as if molten lava was about to erupt from the ground, only to be completely dissipated by a biting cold wind.

An unusual phenomenon appeared, then disappeared.

This process continues in a recurring cycle, seemingly without end.

This is a battle between peak fifth-tier fighters.

Even the slightest ripples that dissipate unnoticed are enough to change the world.

Su Yan's face grew paler and paler, and the fine beads of sweat became increasingly noticeable in the dim light.

She raised her hand, wiped away the sweat with her sleeve, and tucked her slightly disheveled hair behind her ear.

The Pope is in a much better situation than she is.

However, the page of the Ancient Scroll of Sleep that he tore off with his own hands had already burned to ashes.

He was silent for a moment, then looked at Su Yan who was still persevering and said, "Your current level is clearly the same as mine before, so why are you so strong?"

After saying this, he tore off another page from the book and continued burning it.

Su Yan did not answer.

The world around them had fallen into absolute silence; no human voices could be heard. The two felt as if they were in a desperate situation, rather than in a bustling city.

This was not due to timely evacuation. No matter how remarkable the superhumans of the Special Affairs Bureau were, it was impossible for them to take all the neighboring people away in such a short time.

This seemingly silent battle between Su Yan and the Pope has already broken down the barrier between reality and that void sea, with seawater pouring in to create a virtual realm.

The key to the so-called "illusory realm" lies in the word "illusory".

It is somewhat similar to the Church of the Sleeping Souls' expertise in covering reality with dreams, except that the dream is replaced by that void ocean.

Once the virtual realm appears, all living things that do not possess extraordinary power will be driven out. As the surging seawater pours in, the relevant areas will gradually leave the real world and be incorporated into that void sea, becoming a brand new island in that void sea.

That would be an irreversible result.

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……

"You've already lost."

The Pope looked at Su Yan and said, "This is the result."

Su Yan remained silent.

Behind her, the night sky was no longer pitch black.

Like an extremely bright white light, it was born from inside the blue and white porcelain, piercing through the tiny cracks and falling upon the world.

The night sky was incredibly bright, as if it had returned to daytime.

This unusual scene clearly demonstrates that Su Yan is already at a disadvantage.

If this continues, the next price will not only be the addition of an island to that sea, but also the possible fall of a saint.

Su Yan said, "I don't think so."

The Pope looked at her with pity and shook his head, saying, "But what other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

Yes, Su Yan probably has no other choice.

She does indeed possess many other extraordinary abilities, or perhaps even sacred objects.

But none of them could surpass her own abilities.

In that case, all of these are meaningless and cannot affect the outcome.

The next moment, Su Yan gave a very short but powerful answer.

"fist."

After she finished speaking, her posture changed. She was no longer standing with her hands behind her back, looking down at people, but instead slightly bowing. She became someone who was good at sprinting.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

By the time the Pope realized what was happening, she had already vanished.

The same scene that appeared on the top floor of the Special Affairs Bureau building not long ago has reappeared in the center of this huge pit.

Countless rays of light unfolded from the place where Su Yan disappeared, then converged into one, arriving at the Pope's chest.

The speed of that punch was still unimaginably fast, even faster than willpower, and he had almost no chance of dodging it—if the page of the slumbering scroll in his hand hadn't been burning.

The Pope's figure was illusory.

The light pierced through his chest, and Su Yan appeared.

The terrifying power, originating from her point of impact, transformed into a shockwave that swept outwards, destroying all the rubble and gravel in its path and rushing out along the steep cliff face.

Then came the sound of a massive earthquake.

It sounded like a mournful cry.

Countless cracks appeared on the road, the fissures deep and bottomless.

Such a terrifying punch ultimately missed its mark.

Su Yan slowly turned around, looking at the Pope whose figure had become real again. Her gaze fell on the ancient scroll in his hand that had burned out, and her expression was indifferent.

You might be disappointed.

The Pope noticed her gaze and said, "This book has many more pages."

Su Yan said, "Then you'll be done burning soon."

When she said this, her tone and expression were very calm, without any emotional fluctuations, yet a sense of certainty naturally arose within her.

It was as if the future would be predetermined simply by her saying that.

The Pope was silent for a moment, then said, "Let's continue."

The moment the words fell, the beam of light formed from Su Yan's fist reappeared between heaven and earth.

The Pope tore out another page from the book and burned it.

Unlike before, this time when facing that fist, he did not hide his body in the dream world to perfectly evade it.

Thousands of stars, seemingly shrunken, appeared around him, swirling around his white robe.

That's the dream world, what it looks like in the real world.

A strange and mysterious power then arose.

Just then, Su Yan's fist collided with a star.

then.

The stars shattered instantly.

Countless subtle sounds arose, as if a world were truly shattering.

The Pope's face finally turned pale, and the boy's appearance seemed to have aged, no longer so youthful.

The white robe that had withstood countless battles and survived Su Yan's punch was now covered in a tiny, barely noticeable black spot that was quite glaring.

Su Yan looked at the faint black dot and the countless stars surrounding the Pope, and suddenly coughed.

Blood spilled from the corner of her lips.

Brilliant as golden light.

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……

At the same time, Gu Yuqiu arrived at the place she was going to.

She walked through the thinning crowd around the Special Affairs Bureau, showed her identification, entered through the main entrance, and took the elevator down to the underground.

Shen Muchan held the white cat in her arms and followed beside her, asking in confusion, "Why did you come here? Besides the Lost Void Slash, what else could affect this battle?"

The white cat was equally puzzled.