Chapter 142: You Have Really Changed, BaiShe...(2)
BaiShe straightened up, facing the seven Demigods who had just broken their respective illusions and were converging toward them with multiplied hatred. He spread his arms, letting his black sleeves float majestically.
"I am the Celestial Demon, do not forget it." he concluded as the Yin-Yang symbol on his forehead began to burn with binary intensity.
The duo of predators prepared to receive the shock of the azure coalition at the heart of this glass prison, while outside, Long Huang screamed her helplessness against the sparkling walls of the mirror that had definitively closed on her lover and her rival.
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The domain of mirrors, once sparkling with pink and vaporous reflections, was now nothing more than a ruined architecture. The crystalline walls cracked under the titanic pressure of the seven azure domains converging toward the center. Xuan BaiShe was on his knees, his body heavily slumped over Yi Lan whom he held against his chest. The young master was unrecognizable.
His jade face, once of insulting perfection, was bruised by repeated impacts. His left eye was completely closed by a purplish hematoma, and a deep gash crossed his right cheek, revealing the whiteness of the maxillary bone through the torn flesh. Silver blood flowed abundantly from his temple, mixing with the purple blood of the fox that soaked his clothes.
Facing them, the seven Great Ancestors of the Azure Kingdom formed a semicircle. Lord Wu, in the center, displayed an expression of savage triumph.
"Look at yourselves..." spat Lord Wu, his voice vibrating with contempt. "The great Xuan BaiShe, heir of the immortal families, reduced to the state of a bloody carcass in the arms of a beast. The logic of your superiority collapses before the reality of our power. Prepare yourselves for your souls to serve as fertilizer for the World Seed...
However, despite the atrocity of his wounds, BaiShe sketched a movement of his lips. A smile, slow and narcissistic, appeared on his disfigured face. It was no longer the rictus of a predator stalking its prey, but that of a being who had just realized he had failed. He adjusted his monocle with his trembling fingers, ignoring the blood spurting from his crushed knuckles.
Yi Lan, whose head rested on her master’s bloodied knees, raised her sapphire eyes toward him. She was at the end of her strength, her nine tails dragging on the ground, lacerated and deprived of their usual luster. She saw BaiShe interpose himself, using his own body as a carnal shield to absorb the shockwaves of the Ancestors. Each impact broke a new rib, each azure discharge tore his muscles, but he did not retreat.