Before her words had even faded, Lin Qingyue's figure flashed like a ghost.
She transformed into an afterimage that tore through the field of vision, actually taking the initiative to charge into that nine-headed, wildly dancing Black Sludge Purgatory!
Your rule is that it cannot be touched?
Then I will completely cover this filthy canvas of yours with my colors!
In an instant, her fingertips danced wildly, and ink marks crisscrossed!
[Cirrus Strike!]
At this moment, Lin Qingyue was not fighting.
She was freely wielding her brush and splashing ink on a living, twisted, and ugly painting.
Every time her hand-blade struck, it was a stroke of heavy ink that penetrated the paper!
Every time her figure turned, it was a stroke of flying white that soared like a dragon!
The moment those ferocious dragon heads and tentacles touched the Black Ink, they were like low-quality paint hitting a powerful solvent, making a "chi chi" sound as their structures instantly melted and collapsed!
"This is your rule? Disorganized and unbearable to look at."
Lin Qingyue's figure wove freely through the encirclement of the nine dragon heads, and every graceful dodge left a fresh ink mark on the BOSS's body.
"The force is scattered, the brushwork is sluggish. Do you even deserve to be called a god?"
"Your Divine Body is nothing more than a piece of damp, low-quality scrap paper, and this seat even finds it soiling my ink."
"Nine heads striking together, yet they are nine completely different strokes of failure, truly each ugly in its own unique way."
Each airy critique was more heart-piercing than the most vicious curse in the world.
Every critique was accompanied by a true "correction" that ignored all defenses.
The indestructible "Pride" Core of the [Spirit of Pride: Azure Dragon] finally cracked under this dual physical and mental erasure, revealing the first irreparable fissure.
"Give it up."
Lin Qingyue's figure suddenly froze in mid-air, looking down from above at the hysterical, ugly creature below.
"In such a state..."
A flicker of visceral disgust flashed in her golden eyes.
"You aren't even fit to serve as this seat's inkstone."
"Something's not right!"
In a lull in the fierce battle, Lin Xiyue stared intently at the breathtaking curves of her sister's figure as she dartly shifted and leaped, whispering to Su Wan.
"Su Wan, look! Did Sis's breasts get bigger again?! By my estimation, they're a whole size larger than when we bathed together a few days ago! This isn't scientific!"
Su Wan struggled to tear her gaze away from the wildly dancing ink and dragon heads, glanced over, and then shot back a look that said, "Are you an idiot?"
"Is this the time to be discussing this?"
"That's obviously just a visual effect from the style of her clothes... Your focus is always so bizarre."
Xia Lian nodded wildly in her mind.
But what she was focusing on was more than just the breasts.
And that "Absolute Territory" outlined by the black leather pants and boots, that slender waistline that seemed too fragile to hold, that fierce gaze that looked down upon all creation...
Save me!
If I keep looking, I'm going to turn into a Sis-con right here and now!
No, it seems I already am!
The inability to break through after a long assault plunged that self-proclaimed perfect black creation into unprecedented rage.
On the face it once defined as "perfect," ink stains clung like maggots to a bone, not only searing its flesh but also viciously mocking its riddled "Pride" Core.
The [Spirit of Pride: Azure Dragon] flew into a complete fury.
Nine massive Black Sludge dragon heads thrashed wildly in mid-air, like giant venomous snakes with their vital spots trampled.
The roar was no longer a sound wave, but a thick, nauseating low-frequency vibration that scraped against everyone's eardrums.
The frustration of repeatedly missing its attacks finally tore away its "Pride" disguise.
Beneath the towering dome of the Temple, a foul, murky current of air began to violently swirl and converge.
The air was thick with the stench of rust and decay.
"I'll kill you! I'll tear your bones out to make a comb!!"
Since single-point breakthroughs were being neutralized by that woman's bizarre "Ink Stain," it would cover everything!
Nine giant mouths opened simultaneously, their throats brewing a nauseating dark purple glow.
There was no chant, no wind-up, only the purest release of sheer brutality.
"Boom!"
Viscous, foul-smelling, purplish-black liquid, bubbling with ominous bubbles, erupted downward like nine out-of-control high-pressure fire hoses!
Nine turbid breaths wove together into an impenetrable web of death, attempting to cover the entire Great Hall with this utterly unskilled saturation attack and force the silver-haired woman to have no place to stand.
It was not fire, nor was it frost.
It was some kind of lethal filth that seemed to have precipitated from an industrial waste pool for a thousand years.
The pungent stench of decay instantly exploded!
The moment the liquid touched the floor, it sizzled and gave off a piercing yellow smoke, eating through it to form bottomless pits.
This was an utterly unreasonable saturation strike.
"Die, all of you!!"
The Spirit of Pride's shrill shriek echoed through the temple.
"There's nowhere to hide!"
Xia Lian's knuckles whitened as she gripped her bow. This kind of full-screen AOE was simply a nightmare for all squishy classes.
Lin Qingyue, however, stood beneath the rain of poison as straight as a lone pine tree.
Her silver hair, stained with ink at the tips, flew wildly in the raging current of air, her robes fluttering.
Within those brilliant golden, peach-blossom eyes, unconcealed contempt swirled.
"Crude."
Her golden pupils narrowed slightly as her hands crossed before her, fingers dancing so fast that the naked eye could only capture a string of afterimages, finally forming a complex and ancient Dharma Seal.
"Since you enjoy spitting filth, this Seat will teach you how to conduct a—Sweeping Time."
"Gather Qi!"
[Ink‐Veil Cloud Coalescence].
A single drop of ink fell into this turbid world.
Immediately afterward, the sea overturned and the rivers ran dry.
The gravity field and the direction of the airflow within the Temple underwent an extremely unnatural reversal.
A massive, black-and-white interwoven ink cloud materialized without warning at the center of the battlefield.
It did not possess the lightness of the mortal world's clouds and mist.
Quite the opposite, it carried a terrifying mass and gravity sufficient to distort light, spinning and expanding madly in the arena!
The foul dragon breath being splashed across the sky was actually like water being sucked by a giant whale, its trajectory being forcibly altered and sucked into that frantically swirling ink cloud vortex!
The filth, capable of corroding all things, was forcibly devoured and assimilated by the tyrannical black ink without even making a sound.
Not a single drop managed to land on the hem of Lin Qingyue's robes.
The black ink surged, spinning faster and faster, instantly forming a black vortex that blotted out the sky and sun.
The Spirit of Pride realized in horror that the power it had unleashed was spiraling out of control, and even its massive body was being dragged toward Lin Qingyue by that terrifying suction!
The biological instinct to seek benefit and avoid harm briefly overrode its arrogance at this moment.
It decisively abandoned the shattered remains of the throne beneath it, and the surrounding space rippled with an eerie distortion like water.
It actually intended to perform a long-distance spatial jump to put some distance between them!
If you can't win, then kite. This thought was extremely practical, but it was simply too late.
The surrounding environment had already been completely permeated by the Black Ink Qi emanating from Lin Qingyue's body without anyone noticing.
Just as the spatial ripples spread beneath its feet, it realized in horror that the surrounding spatial nodes had been stained with a faint, indelible black ink at some unknown point.
This place was already the domain of "Yixuan."
"Trying to leave?"
Lin Qingyue made a grasping motion with one hand, her tone as indifferent as if she were lecturing a truant child.
"Manifestation!"
Clang!
Just as the Spirit of Pride's body had partially faded, preparing to merge into the void plane.
From the deepest part of the ink vortex, dozens of thick chains interwoven with the colors of absolute black and absolute white pierced through the void and shot out!
The surfaces of the chains flowed with obscure runes that no mortal could gaze upon directly.
They brutally ignored the laws of physics and spatial barriers, unerringly binding the Spirit of Pride's limbs, torso, and even the necks of its nine dragon heads!
Lin Qingyue pressed her right index and middle fingers together and made an extremely cool backward-pulling gesture in the direction of the Spirit of Pride.
The ink chains that had extended outward instantly snapped taut!
"My lecture has only just begun. You are not permitted to leave; you must sit down and listen obediently."
The chains forcibly contracted and tightened, the runes grinding against the black sludge and emitting a piercing sound that set one's teeth on edge.
"Such a clumsy attempt to skip class will be met with the ruler."
The Spirit of Pride was brutally dragged from the spatial rift, slammed heavily against the stone pillar in the center of the great hall like a tattered sandbag!
Its once impregnable "perfect" defensive layer, continuously eroded by the profound runes on the chains, was already riddled with holes, leaving not a trace of its former Divine Might.