"It seems my expectations for S-class were too high."
The disappointment in Fang Xiu's eyes deeply stung Jing Gui's fragile heart.
"Damn it! How dare you look down on me! Domain activated. Abyss of Hell!" Without a word, Mirror Ghost activated his domain.
boom!
A dark spiritual light surged from his body, and endless black flames rose, transforming into a grotesque mask and black fire wings. His silver hair cascaded down, and his right eye blazed with blood-red light.
The next moment, the sky shook and the void trembled.
Above the sky, a huge, blood-red eye slowly rose.
Under the glow of blood, endless black fire scorched the earth and spread wildly. And within this endless black fire, a terrifying phantom of hell rose from the ground and slowly took shape.
Inside, countless eerie shadows howl silently, and endless instruments of torture are scattered throughout. There are also mountains of knives and seas of fire, suspended by silver ropes, grinding stones of flesh and blood, bridges for souls, mountains of corpses and seas of blood...
The immense power from the Avici Hell restored some of the Mirror Demon's confidence: "Feel your own power!"
Mirror Demon stood deep within the Avici Hell, his face contorted with rage, exuding arrogance.
Lin Ye, standing behind Fang Xiu, awkwardly withdrew his right hand, staring in horror at the hellish scene around him. The terrifying, almost tangible aura seeped into his body, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.
That was a trembling emanating from the body.
Is this the true power of a prophet?
So strong!
At this moment, the disappointment on Fang Xiu's face intensified, and he even shook his head.
He reached out to touch the endless black flames of the Avici Hell, letting his palm get charred black, but said in disappointment, "All show and no substance."
He glanced again into the depths of the Avici Hell, but could not see the familiar phantom of the monstrous god. He shook his head once more: "It's laughable."
He was like a discerning gourmet critic critiquing a dish made by a third-rate chef; after just one bite, he couldn't help but spit it out.
There is no trace of time reversal even in the Avici Hell.
"What rubbish."
"Perhaps I shouldn't have had such high expectations of you."
Fang Xiu had greatly overestimated the strength of the S-rank Mirror Demon, but he never expected that it would end up being so laughable, like a poor imitation.
Not only is the power of the black flames weakened, but the phantom of the evil god is gone, the angelic decrees are gone, and time reversal is gone. Can this really be called the Avici Hell? It might as well be called the Inn of Peace, since the environment looks quite peaceful.
Jing Gui trembled with rage at Fang Xiu's comments: "Stop pretending and die!"
The next moment, black flames surged wildly, like a volcanic eruption, and bright silver ropes moved out like venomous snakes, while countless eerie phantoms swarmed up from within.
In just a moment, a terrifying attack swept across the sky, almost engulfing Fang Xiu. Lin Ye behind him was utterly horrified.
Lin Ye could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in these billions of attacks; any one of them landing on him would surely kill him.
At this moment, Fang Xiu's calm voice rang out: "Fine, I'll let you see what the real Avici Hell is like."
The domain expands. Avici Hell.
boom!
The Mirror Ghost's infernal hell shattered instantly, replaced by terrifying black flames and eerie, monstrous murmurs that filled the heavens and earth. Above, two bright moons hung high, one silver and one red.
The Avici Hell is the embodiment of Fang Xiu's full power, so when he possesses the Angelic Decree, it will also manifest itself in the Avici Hell.
Fang Xiu stood deep within the Avici Hell, surrounded by a host of monstrous gods, with his stunningly beautiful wife standing beside him, as if she were the master of these monstrous gods.
"No...this is impossible!" Mirror Ghost cried out in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock. "I clearly copied you, so how can your power be so much stronger than mine!?"
"It seems your replication limit is fifth rank," Fang Xiu said calmly.
"My replication limit is fifth order, but aren't you fifth order?"
Fang Xiu shook his head slightly: "You can't talk about ice with a summer insect."
I'm giving you one last chance. If you can replicate a work that satisfies me, perhaps your death won't be so painful.
"Bastard!" Jing Gui was instantly enraged. His S-class dignity had been ruthlessly trampled on. A blinding red light suddenly erupted from his body, enveloping Fang Xiu and the Abyss along with him, attempting to replicate a perfect version.
However, his strength was rapidly depleting, and his breath grew weaker and weaker, yet the look of despair on his face grew ever more intense.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could you possess so much power beyond the fifth rank!"
"Is this your last words?" Painful light surged from Fang Xiu's palm, distorting the surrounding light like a black hole.
"No! I don't believe it!!" Mirror Ghost roared furiously.
Just then, whoosh!
A hand emerged from Fang Xiu's chest, dripping with blood, and the owner of this hand was none other than Lin Ye!
Lin Ye trembled as he looked at the bloody hole in Fang Xiu's body, and abruptly withdrew his hand.
"No...it's not me, my body is out of control!"
At this moment, he was on the verge of collapse. Just now, a powerful force suddenly surged through his body and then became uncontrollable.
"Hahaha..." Mirror Ghost's arrogant laughter rang out: "You've fallen for Fang Xiu's trap!"
You thought I was just copying your domain? Actually, I was transferring power, transferring most of my power to Mirror Slave Lin Ye.
His awakened ability is the death line; touching it means certain death!
With my strength combined with his abilities, you are doomed!
Fang Xiu remained motionless, his expression still calm.
In contrast, Lin Ye had already collapsed and knelt down at Fang Xiu's feet.
Ever since Fang Xiu resurrected everyone, he knew that the prophet was always the same prophet, and that he had wronged him.
Already feeling ashamed, he was now being used by the Mirror Demon to ambush his idol, a guilt he could hardly bear.
He stared in despair at his blood-soaked hands.
"I... killed the prophet..."
Coldness, trembling, despair, guilt—a complex mix of emotions surged through him, instantly shattering the seventeen-year-old's spirit.
Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
"I think you've misunderstood," Fang Xiu said calmly.
"Kill me? With your power of mirror magic? You're far from it."
Lin Ye raised his head in a daze and immediately saw that Fang Xiu's wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, he was completely unharmed.
"Your ability, Death Line, is indeed very special. With the help of the Mirror Ghost power, it did kill my physical body, but that's all."
The Mirror Ghost looked utterly bewildered. "Killed your physical body? That's all? Don't you want to listen to what you're saying?"
Is this something a human being could say?
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