Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1298: Divine Power

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

Transformation into a demon, this process is both familiar and unfamiliar to her. Every experience is like a 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 a sea of ​​power. The unprecedented sense of fulfillment almost made her lose herself.

Her eyes were flashing with a strange light, a darkness from the abyss mixed with the heat of thunder.

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

This power is not only a physical strengthening, but also a sublimation of the spirit and soul, making 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 into it.

This ray of light was like lightning that cut through the night sky, not only illuminating the endless darkness of the underworld, but also instantly stirred up an unprecedented storm vortex.

Everything around it was drawn into it, whether it was the air or the invisible magic power, all spinning madly in this vortex, forming a doomsday scene.

In the center of the storm, Esdeath's aura has become extremely powerful. Her magic power swirls, explodes, and gathers like a violent storm, forming a heart-pounding momentum.

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

All this happened in a very short period of time, so fast that you couldn't even blink to catch it.

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

Faced with this blow that was enough to shake the world, Esdeath did not retreat at all. Instead, she met it with an almost provocative attitude and also delivered a punch of her own.

At the moment when the fists of the two powerful men were about to touch, a suffocating feeling of oppression filled the air.

Before they actually made contact, the entire underworld had already been turbulent, with the sounds of ghosts crying and gods howling incessantly, as if even the souls that had long since lost their bodies were trembling with fear for this battle.

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

A huge force that cannot be described in words burst out, forming a visible shock wave that spread wildly in all directions with the two people as the center.

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

The roar was like the creation of heaven and earth, leaving only this loud noise in the whole world. All the sounds and all the colors were completely swallowed up at this moment.

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

From the eerie and terrifying walls of the City of the Dead, to the slowly flowing waters of the Forgotten River on the Naihe Bridge, to the solemn and mysterious throne in the Hall of Yama, and even the bottomless Eighteen Levels of Hell, all trembled under the impact of this force.

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

The souls that were originally walking slowly on the Naihe Bridge were frightened out of their wits by the sudden vibration. Millions of them lost their balance in an instant and fell into the bottomless Wangchuan River. The Wangchuan River was rolling, as if swallowing everything, and the souls struggled in the river, emitting bursts of shrill wails, adding a bit of tragic color to the battle.

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

They fled everywhere, trying to find a safe refuge, but where could they be truly safe in this turbulent underworld?
Black Rakshasa didn't expect that Esdeath could use force to break his Rakshasa Demon Fist.

Although she has no skills at all, this actually shows how powerful and terrifying Esdeath's true power is.

Black Rakshasa felt that the only way he could fight Esdeath was to retrieve the scepter.

But it doesn’t matter. He is immortal anyway, so it is impossible for him to retreat. The worst that can happen is that he will be killed by Esdeath.

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

This cannot be described simply by the speed, but rather 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 laws of physics.

"speed?"

A trace of doubt flashed through Black Rakshasa's mind, but then the 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 speeding through space, but trampling on space itself, as if space had become a bridge for her to travel through at will. Every movement was accompanied by a subtle distortion and reorganization of the spatial structure, just as incredible as teleportation, but deeper and more complex than teleportation.

Esdeath punched out.

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

And in the blink of an eye, another Esdeath, or rather the spatial projection of Esdeath, condensed and took shape behind Black Rakshasa at the moment when Black Rakshasa was about to land. She kicked out with the sound of wind and thunder, kicking Black Rakshasa into the air again, drawing a shocking arc.

But this is just the beginning.

In the next moment, time seemed to freeze, 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, emerged from all directions at the same time and surrounded Black Rakshasa.

This is not a simple image replication, nor is it an illusion, but a multi-dimensional tortuous phenomenon created by Esdeath using her 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.

(End of this chapter)