In the distance, the roaring Cloud Giant suddenly shuddered. He whipped his head around and saw a terrifying sight hanging over Manhattan. Ordinary people couldn't see anything with the naked eye—just a creeping, inexplicable sense of horror spreading everywhere. But through the "Divine's" magical eyes, a picture appeared: a vision of hell itself.
What does a vision of hell actually look like? Different religions and artists have all painted it differently.
Some are gloomy, some are filled with suffering, some are mysterious, some are evil, some are corrupted. But the hellscape over Manhattan was different—every emotion melted into endless, boundless flames. Those flames... no, they couldn't even be called flames anymore. It was like the surface of a star: blazing, domineering, dangerous, surging with torrents, radiating a terrifying aura of total destruction.
Some superheroes could see this scene too, and they all looked up in shock, staring at the surreal, terrifying sun hanging overhead. And inside that blazing sun, it wasn't empty—there seemed to be a monstrous, fearsome demon god stepping out from the sun itself. In an instant, the demon god cast a shadow on the sun's surface, its silhouette formed by the sunspots.
Just that silhouette alone was enough to make anyone who saw it feel their heart leap into their throat.
The demon’s power was overwhelming, spreading without end.
"What is that?" The Divine couldn't help but mutter to himself.
He didn’t know. This was a highly concentrated unity of essence, energy, and spirit, manifested externally in a new form. It was similar to the Heavenly King phenomenon, but not quite the same. It didn’t stretch time or freeze thoughts, nor was it a pure spiritual illusion. Even the Twins had never seen anything like it before. If you had to compare, the closest thing would be the White Tiger manifestation Wu Zhengfeng showed in the fate struggle against the heavens.
This was a brand-new form that emerged after a dramatic transformation in martial spirit—even the Twins hadn’t encountered it before, and they had no idea what special powers it might hold.
Yet when The Divine saw the shadow of that demon god in the blazing sun, he couldn’t help but lose himself for a moment.
It wasn’t mind control, nor was it a shock to the will. No amount of mental defenses could block it, and even the strongest body couldn’t resist. It was like a creature facing its natural predator—an instinctive reaction. Caught off guard, even The Divine didn’t realize he’d frozen for a moment.
When he snapped out of it, he saw a pitch-black figure shoot through space like a laser cannon. In just that brief lapse, the shadow had already left the sound far behind, swelling in his vision with endless, frenzied hatred.
It was moving so fast, its body and face were already a blur—the only thing clear was those eyes.
And in those eyes, the exact same vision as that hellscape was swirling.
"You—!!" The Divine was stunned. He barely got a word out before feeling something tear right through his body.
BOOM! Only now did the shockwave hit, thunderous and wild. The Cloud Giant looked down to see a massive hole blasted through his chest. The impact had torn a ten-meter-wide gap straight through him, front to back, scattering the clouds and mist.
The Cloud Giant jerked his head around. On the rooftop of a skyscraper behind him, the pitch-black demon god was already standing there.
A terrifying aura kept bursting from her body. Star-like points of light appeared all over her, glowing brighter and brighter in the surging qi—like bulbs wired to a high voltage, flickering and flaring across her entire form.
Vaguely, the Cloud Giant felt a chill of dread.
"Useless, totally useless!" the Cloud Giant roared. "I am the body of nature, I am the incarnation of the clouds! Clouds gather and scatter at will—your attacks mean nothing to me! Die!"
The Cloud Giant’s roar cut off abruptly. He looked down and saw something inside his chest, which had already healed.
It was a basketball-sized orb of light—the Flame Tide Engine.
The Cloud Giant had seen the Flame Tide before—hellfire that had once done some damage to his natural body. But now, what could a little flame like this possibly do?
But... clouds?
The shadow raised her hand—blood rushing, body roaring, inner power exploding, spirit raging. The thunder within her sounded like the echoes of the Eighteen Layers of Hell.
You want to be clouds so badly? Fine, I’ll give you clouds!
Jill Young’s right hand clenched into a fist. Boom—air rushed out between her fingers, the punch detonating with a thunderous crack. At the same moment, the Flame Tide erupted with a flood of thick black clouds. Those clouds spread inside the Cloud Giant’s body like a virus, like a curse—unstoppable.
These were hellish clouds—poisonous smoke the Flame Tide had absorbed from the domain of Mount Doom. They were packed with hell’s negative energy and vicious curses, deadlier than any chemical gas, nastier than the worst curses imaginable.
"What is this?!" the Cloud Giant screamed in terror and agony. He felt himself losing control over his own body.
The only answer he got was a fist coming straight at his face.
Smack! In the midst of the dragon’s roar, an unstoppable iron fist smashed right into the Cloud Giant’s face. His body, usually able to scatter and reform at will, failed to break apart this time. Like a wobbling jelly or a blob of non-Newtonian fluid, his features twisted, but this time he had no choice but to take the full force of the punch.
Thunk!
It was like a divine thunderclap—the storm clouds overhead split wide open, and the massive Cloud Giant, his neck twisted, crashed down from the sky, slamming into the dust below.
"Damn it—! Damn it—!" His natural body was tough, and even with his neck twisted all the way around, it wasn’t fatal. He staggered and struggled on the ground, black smoke pouring out of him. He tried desperately to purge the hellish clouds from his body, but the Flame Tide kept pumping out even more, flooding his entire form.
The endless clouds from Mount Doom were inside him now. The Flame Tide was unleashing all of it—like the strongest poison, ready to blow the Cloud Giant apart.
"If it weren’t for... If it weren’t for that wretch..." If Dream Monroe hadn’t shot an arrow and disrupted his energy balance, his natural body wouldn’t have been so easily polluted. But now... He clawed frantically at his chest, trying to rip the Flame Tide out. When he looked up, he saw Jill Young standing in the street.
Step by step, she walked toward him. Sssss—her terrifying heat vaporized all the rainwater around her, and the star-like points on her body shone even brighter, outshining even the Dreadwing Armor.
Those were her acupoints, dazzling as a sky full of stars. The Supreme Skill, fueled by endless energy, quickly filled each acupoint—every single one began to change in ways that defied belief.
Breakthrough—now unstoppable.
Jill Young didn’t care about any of that. She just kept walking toward the Cloud Giant, silent, as the hellscape behind her spread with every step.