Vishi completely lost her combat power, but no one could blame her in the slightest—without the World Secret Domain, without the Unique Wonder, nor could she share Ash’s Supreme Tail Feather, Vishi’s combat power in the team was considered the weakest demigod, even slightly inferior to the Witch. She had no qualifications to confront the Divine Lord. Yet it was she who seized the moment created by the Sword Maiden, tearing open Wind, Flower, Snow, Moon, and completely changed the situation.

Even Diya, who was most at odds with Vishi, was now tightly holding the maid in her arms. Despite Diya once indulging in pleasures together with Vishi, appreciating Vishi’s blush and infatuation up close, it was only now that she truly included this Evil Ghost Prophet in the ranks of ’her own people’.

Ash had always accused Vishi of not getting along with everyone, but he actually wronged Vishi. Sonia, Diya, Weiser—this group of people, some smart, some innocent, and some proud—but without exception, all were mages who understood people’s hearts. With their preconceptions, which can’t be wholly called prejudices, any goodwill from Vishi would not win them over.

Even if Vishi made it this far, they still felt Vishi might change her mind, might betray them in the future. Even the most enthusiastic about Ash having a harem, Silver Lamp, would not accept Vishi as one of the lovers. But aside from this... they were willing to accept Vishi as part of the team.

Vishi was weak and powerless, and Diya’s status was not much better. Without Silver Lamp and Vishi sharing the stress, Diya was utterly unable to resist the devouring of Wind, Flower, Snow, Moon; her Source Crystal reserves quickly ran dry, and Wind Wounds and Flower Language left countless wounds and blood marks on her soul body. Yet even so, she still held Vishi in her arms, gritting her teeth until the very end.

If a maid could defend her dignity at all costs, how could the Empress not fight with all her might?

When the Wind’s Wound slashed the Witch’s carotid artery, the beautiful and brilliant Wind, Flower, Snow, Moon suddenly stagnated and ceased its attack. The Witch quickly used threads to mend her neck wound and looked up to see the Imaginary Music Master was already drifting away.

But just the residual Wind, Flower, Snow, Moon was already an insurmountable gorge for the Witch.

On the other side, Sonia, fallen to the ground, struggled to prop herself up with her long sword. The overwhelming sound waves enveloped her, as if adding a layer of blur to the world. The "Battlefield Veil" could withstand the lethal sound waves but couldn’t resist their mental erosion; a thousand magical sounds drilled into her eardrums and pierced through her thoughts.

Having battled against the All-Knowing Weaver until now, Sonia’s mind was nearly exhausted. If not for the "Battlefield Veil" being powered merely by battle intent, she wouldn’t have persisted to this point.

The All-Knowing Weaver accurately judged her fighting style: there was no difference between favorable and unfavorable conditions for Sonia. The more difficult the situation, the braver she fought. Pain and hardship only made her sharper; the severer the injury, the greater the harm caused. Therefore, the All-Knowing Weaver simply didn’t fight her, sealing her actions with sound waves, causing her furious energy to have nowhere to go, like a person drowning in the Deep Sea, slowly suffocating in helplessness.

Sonia now had no strength to counterattack, only struggling futilely until her Ancient Battlefield Battle Intent was exhausted. Yet after several seconds, the All-Knowing Weaver still made no further moves. She vaguely sensed the Weaver should have left, swinging her sword trying to tear through the sound waves, but the sound waves consistently shattered her thoughts. She found it extremely difficult even to activate a Wonder, and she couldn’t break through the sound wave cage in the short term.

"Ash..." In the Deep Sea of exhaustion of the Sword Maiden’s thoughts, only one notion stood firm, "You mustn’t..."

On the Blood Sea, Weiser, whose mood had been shifting wildly, saw the All-Knowing Weaver and Imaginary Music Master closing in, but Ash pushed her aside, pointing to the distant silver light pillar, indicating for Silver Lamp to go back there and stay.

Weiser still wanted to argue to stay and fight together, but when she came back to her senses, she found herself already Instant Teleported into the light pillar, sitting there dazed for a moment before realizing what happened: Ash had dominated her will, directly ordering her to go back!

After all, Weiser was a Divine Being, Ash was a mage; it was reasonable for a Divine Being to be dominated by a mage, but Weiser hadn’t opened her mind to Ash, yet Ash could easily penetrate all of her... Actually, Weiser could still Instant Teleport back to the battlefield to continue fighting, but for some inexplicable reason, an uncanny fear gripped her heart tightly—a lifetime of being cunning and audacious, Silver Lamp chose at this moment to follow Ash’s orders without hesitation.

Moreover... Weiser touched the ink crystal on her face, slowly lowering her head.

*

"You... are Ash Heath?"

Even though it was an obvious, redundant question, the All-Knowing Weaver’s tone was solemn and serious, her gaze towards Ash was even a little cautious, as if looking at an unknown monster.

He didn’t reply, still examining the Wonders within his Heavenly Kingdom of Souls; within several breaths, he dismantled dozens of idle Wonders, including the "Refraction Protection." Thousands of Technique Spirits fell into the kingdom in a daze, from which he picked and chose, selecting 1,024 Technique Spirits, constructing a new Defense Wonder within several breaths.

As the Source Power violently evaporated, his skin shimmered, all light falling upon him refracted, abruptly resembling both a mirror and a bright lamp. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Wonder·"Refraction Prism"!

"By burning your divided consciousness like this, you barely have any time left, right?" The Mirror Demon said calmly, "Do you truly have the leisure to chat idly with me?"