Chapter 138
The battlefield quaked under the fury of two opposing forces—light and abyss, divine and eldritch. The golden dragons surged forward, their colossal forms cutting through the darkness with radiant ferocity. Each movement they made left trails of incandescent energy, scorching through the void-born creatures Robin had summoned. The abyss howled in response, its spawn twisting and morphing into new, hideous forms, some slithering like serpents of pure shadow, others towering with grotesque, spiked limbs, lashing out at their celestial adversaries.
Robin’s grin widened, her body flickering in and out of stability as she hovered above the carnage, her eyes alight with something between madness and exhilaration. She swept her scythe outward, the fabric of reality itself splitting apart in a jagged arc, a gateway into oblivion yawning open before her. From its depths, spires of blackened bone and eldritch tendrils surged forth, piercing through the air like spears aimed at Zhongli.
He did not flinch. With a measured breath, he extended both arms, his fingers curling into the air. The golden radiance beneath him pulsed, and the sand trembled as it transformed. Monolithic walls of stone erupted, ancient carvings of celestial sigils blazing across their surface. The abyssal projectiles struck them but did not shatter; instead, the stone absorbed the impact, rippling like liquid gold before hardening once more.
Robin’s expression flickered with something like respect. "Not bad...But let’s see how well you handle this Zhongli!"
With a beat of her wing, she vanished, reappearing directly above him, her scythe already descending in a vicious arc. Zhongli met the strike with his arm, a golden shield materializing in a split-second to intercept the abyssal blade. The clash sent shockwaves outward, cracks forming in the air itself as raw energy erupted from the impact. Robin twisted, using the recoil to propel herself into a whirlwind of slashes, each one faster than the last, her blade seeking any weakness in his defense.
Zhongli did not yield. His movements were precise, deliberate, every block and parry a calculated response. His golden barriers shimmered and shifted, reshaping themselves with every impact, forming layers upon layers of unbreakable defense. Yet Robin was relentless. She danced between shadows, her form shifting unpredictably, forcing him to remain on constant guard.
Then she changed tactics.
With a sudden shift, she abandoned the direct assault and instead lashed out with her abyssal energy. The darkness surged forward in a great tidal wave, crashing against Zhongli’s defenses like an ocean of consuming night. The golden earth beneath them buckled under the weight of the encroaching void, struggling to maintain its divine integrity. Zhongli narrowed his eyes.
Zhongli raised a single hand to the sky....