God-Tier Providence System-Chapter 81

"You... what did you say?!" Helen’s delicate body suddenly trembled. An intense, burning killing intent poured from her eyes.

"You hurt my husband..."

"I want you to die!"

Her eyes turned blood-red, she let out a hysterical roar. Her long, wine-red hair wildly expanded, growing dozens of times its original length.

It transformed into dozens of meter-long, razor-sharp red needles, launching an almost frenzied assault toward Alex in mid-air.

"Saint Lord, be careful!" Joanna’s face paled in horror.

Alex, however, smiled faintly. Without the slightest hint of panic.

"A measly little flower demon at the Nascent Soul Realm dares to act arrogantly in front of me?"

"Myriad Spirit Detonation!"

He clapped his hands together, condensing a white orb of light in his palms, and blasted it forward viciously.

The orb shattered every single one of the menacing red needles. Then immediately enveloped Helen within it. Accompanied by a shrill, miserable scream, it tore her completely to shreds.

Joanna wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, letting out a long breath of relief with lingering fear.

Alex narrowed his eyes slightly and called out loudly. "Joanna, stay there. Do not come down."

"I am going to properly educate this flower demon!"

"Do your best, Saint Lord!" Joanna was cheering him on when she suddenly realized something was wrong.

"...Huh?"

"Wasn’t this flower demon already destroyed..."

The next second, her eyes widened in disbelief.

The flower demon who had just been torn to shreds by the Myriad Spirit Detonation had completely regenerated back to her original state in a mere instant.

Not a single hair on her body was harmed. Not affected in the slightest.

She continued to manipulate her razor-sharp hair, launching another assault toward Alex.

"This... this flower demon can actually resurrect?!" Joanna’s face was full of terror. Standing on the auspicious cloud, she didn’t dare move an inch.

Alex stood with his arms crossed right in front of Helen. "You mere flower demon, you dare make an enemy of me?"

"You hurt my husband! I will not rest until one of us is dead!" Helen’s eyes were bloodshot.

"Die!"

She summoned dozens of green leaves, each as sharp as a throwing knife. Seeing these flying blades about to slice Alex into a thousand pieces...

Alex unhurriedly waved his hand, casually summoning the Rakshasa Demon Umbrella from his space ring.

With a sharp snap, the umbrella ribs opened, emitting a ferocious suction force that swallowed all the flying leaves entirely.

"What?!" Helen’s expression changed drastically. She hadn’t expected Alex’s strength to be this terrifying.

Alex smiled faintly and thrust the umbrella forward. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

A surge of pitch-black demonic energy shot out, piercing straight through Helen’s lower abdomen.

"Rakshasa Soul Absorption Art!"

Spiritual energy swirled in his palm as he aggressively stripped away Helen’s vitality.

Her originally fair skin gradually transformed into dry, wrinkled, decaying tree bark. Her flowing, supple hair slowly withered and fell away.

In the blink of an eye, she went from a young, beautiful rose demon to a withered, rotting old tree spirit. Then dissolved into a pile of mushy, rotten bark, scattering all over the ground.

"You actually tried to ruin my appearance so my husband would never recognize me again..."

"Hale family’s Saint Lord Alex, just how sinister and malicious is your heart?!"

"To protect my husband, I absolutely must kill you!"

Accompanied by a mournful wail, Helen resurrected to her original state once again.

In a flash, she lunged forward like an arrow. Her ten slender fingers transformed into razor-sharp branches, intending to rip Alex’s chest wide open.

Before her sharp fingers could even touch the hem of his robes, Alex merely shifted the gaze in his pupils. Entirely expressionless.

"Rakshasa Demonic Fire!"

Pitch-black flames spontaneously ignited directly upon Helen’s body.

The raging fire didn’t just burn her physical flesh. It viciously roasted her very soul.

Helen felt a pain worse than death. She rolled frantically on the ground, letting out heart-tearing, lung-splitting howls of agony.

Even Joanna, watching from mid-air, felt her scalp tingle with horror.

Yet Alex remained entirely unmoved.

Just as he expected.

This Millennium Flower Demon possessed incredibly tenacious vitality. Immortal and imperishable. Possessing the ability to reincarnate and resurrect.

Although ordinary methods could not claim her life, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t feel the agonizing pain of dying.

The pain Helen endured was far more intense than an ordinary person’s.

When an ordinary person could no longer endure, they would faint or simply die, but Helen could die and resurrect.

No matter what attack hit her, she could only forcibly endure it with her physical body.

And this was exactly Alex’s strategy.

First, use a massive variety of flashy, agonizing tortures to utterly crush this flower demon’s willpower. Crush that incurably stubborn simp brain of hers that clung so desperately to Knox.

Once she was slightly more lucid, it wouldn’t be too late to kill the person and condemn the heart.

After Helen finally digested the power of the Rakshasa Demonic Fire and resurrected once again, Alex no longer held anything back. He unleashed every single technique in his arsenal.

Using the Rakshasa Water and Fire Art as the foundation. Flooding her with water. Scorching her with fire.

Then, using the power of the Animal Path, he summoned hundreds of Blood-Sucking Demonic Lizards.

Their sharp proboscises aggressively sucked the pollen and sap from within Helen’s body.

Facing the relentless devastation inflicted by a mighty Supreme Realm powerhouse, aside from using her resurrection ability to forcibly endure it again and again, Helen was utterly incapable of mounting the slightest resistance.

"Ahhh!"

"You sinister, treacherous villain!"

"If you have the capability, then just kill me!"

"Ahhh!"

Hearing Helen’s continuous, shrill, agonizing howls, even Joanna hovering in mid-air couldn’t help but feel moved.

She couldn’t understand what deep-seated, bitter enmity the Saint Lord possibly had with this flower demon.

Why did he have to exhaust every technique in his arsenal, using every conceivable method to torture her flesh and utterly crush her willpower?