The Titan reached skyward, calling out with all his might.
Woooo—Hurricane Monica erupted with earth-shattering force, its violent winds churning up thick, hellish toxic clouds. A massive, pitch-black vortex formed over New York, its swirling clouds stretching more than three thousand meters high, like a terrifying whirlpool from the deep sea suspended above the city, enough to make anyone’s heart tremble.
Boom, boom—natural lightning slashed all around, the Titan suspended beneath the swirling clouds. The purple light surged stronger than ever, abandoning all filters and absorbing energy at full force. A torrent of power was devoured recklessly. The black spots formed by hellish toxins broke through the yellow light’s suppression and spread across his body, like a pack of clawing, snarling demons surrounding the Titan and tearing into him.
But now, the Titan’s energy had reached the highest peak it could possibly attain.
The hellish toxins flooding his body clashed with deeply hidden magic—that was Master Nature’s backup move, a mysterious spell that had always been elusive, finally forced to reveal itself.
But then, all those spells were wiped out in a thunderous sweep, obliterated by the rampaging lightning.
Heaven and earth plunged into darkness. In that darkness, only a single pillar of purple lightning pierced sky and ground. In this moment, "The Divine" was no longer Master Nature’s puppet—he finally became the master of his own fate, a formidable villain in his own right. Betting everything on his future chances for rebirth, The Divine transformed into a swelling, explosive figure of purple lightning.
This was a reckless, self-destructive move.
But it was also the most devastating attack possible.
The Divine looked down at the figure on the rooftop. Wild eyes locked—The Divine threw his head back, let out a howl, and then, crackling with purple lightning, charged right at Jill Young.
Come on, come on—don’t chicken out, take my final move!
Ssssss—purple lightning spread, dyeing New York in layer after layer of deeper, brighter violet. At the very center of the purple glow, Jill Young knew that whether this move hit her or not, The Divine would burn out. If she dodged—now that she’d mastered the Slippery Void Flow, she could easily unlock his aim and make him miss, leaving The Divine powerless to resist.
But Jill Young gripped her Eternal Halberd tightly.
She wouldn’t dodge.
She didn’t want to dodge.
She couldn’t dodge.
A friend’s murder is a grudge that can’t be forgiven. Her old friend was gone, and to honor her, Jill would not retreat a single step! So not only wouldn’t she dodge, she’d charge straight into the attack, facing her enemy head-on and cutting them down!
Fran, just wait—let me bring you his head as a send-off!
Crack—the rooftop split open, cracks spreading fast until the whole skyscraper rocked with a massive explosion. The Heaven-Tilting Strike unleashed such overwhelming power that even a Sacred Origin Realm expert couldn’t fully control it. In the blast, Jill Young shot skyward like a streak of black flame, blazing fiercely.
The purple light ahead grew even more blinding, and at its center, The Divine’s body seemed to have completely melted into a bursting thunderball. The Great Winged Demon Armor on her body creaked in fear—this reckless attack was truly earth-shattering, even stronger than his previous infinite divine might.
But Jill Young was fearless, gripping her Eternal Halberd tightly. The weapon shuddered, sending a terrifying surge of energy rippling in all directions.
It was as if the whole world was collapsing and compressing toward the Eternal Halberd—a supernatural, peerless edge awakening on its blade. The terrifying energy spread, and the move that once haunted The Divine’s heart returned, making the thunderball tremble ever so slightly.
A chance—just a flash.
And in that flash, Jill Young swung her Eternal Halberd down with all her might.
Heaven-Tilting Strike, sixteenfold dragon power, stacked again—Severing Force—Celestial Severing Blade!
Vmmm—a terrifying Severing Force line flashed, slicing through the thunderball’s heart in an instant, as if heaven and earth were split apart. The thunderball quivered like a meteor of heavenly fire, then exploded with limitless power.
New York’s sky was swallowed by purple lightning, the explosion so fierce that countless ears bled. The blast center was airborne, but within four kilometers, every building was stripped to its bare skeleton—no glass, no flimsy walls survived. The hellish toxins burst out, spreading across ten kilometers in all directions.
The dazzling lightning shone for a full four seconds—the final glory of a top-eight legend. After four seconds, the purple light faded, the brilliance died out, and even the grandest curtain call must eventually fall.
Clink, clink—a crystal and two leaves dropped from the sky. Outsiders will always be outsiders; when life ends, they never leave with anyone. Only the Nimbus Fruit, bound to The Divine’s life essence, vanished completely. Maybe, in the Pirate World, another Nimbus Fruit will grow soon, blooming a similar flower.
The crystal and leaves seemed almost alive, fluttering down into Jill Young’s hand. But she just tucked them away, barely giving them another thought.
With a wave of her hand, a tide of flames rose into the sky, pulling the hellish toxic clouds back in. If New York stayed cursed for too long, it’d turn into a dead zone like Doom Volcano, where nothing living could survive. For sheer destructive power, those toxic clouds beat any weapon on earth—bioweapons, nukes, you name it.
The flame tide was super-efficient, reeling in the hellish clouds strand by strand. With the storm priest gone, Hurricane Monica stopped swirling stubbornly over New York and quickly drifted away.
The pitch-black sky started to show a hint of color, though the gray clouds still weighed heavy on everyone’s hearts.
On the streets of Manhattan, Jill Young appeared. Eternal Halberd in her right hand, a severed head in her left. Blood dripped from the neck—not gold anymore, just plain old red.
Blood dripped all the way as Jill walked.
At last, she reached the ruins of the World Trade Center.
Jill shrank back to normal size, leaving Heaven-Tilting Strike mode and returning to her usual self. Agony stabbed through every inch of her body—her newly awakened supernatural factor wasn’t strong enough to keep up Heaven-Tilting Strike for long, let alone stack a Celestial Severing Blade on top. It’d been ages since she felt this wiped out, her whole body drained, her vision going black.
But now’s not the time to rest.
Thud—Jill tossed the head in front of the ruins, her eyes suddenly going red.
It doesn’t fix anything, but Fran, your revenge is done.
I’ll dig through these ruins, find your remains, and give you a proper burial.
I don’t know if there’s a soul up in heaven, but… my dear sister, rest in peace!
Clang—just as Jill was mourning in silence, a nearby manhole cover rattled. Squeak, squeak—someone was struggling to push the heavy lid aside.
Oof… I’m beat… Let me check what’s going on first…
Jill spun around in shock. Under her stunned gaze, a face she knew all too well popped out of the New York sewer. The person glanced left and right in a panic, then spotted Jill and scrambled out of the sewer with relief.
D-d-dad?!
Who could’ve guessed that this mud-monkey of a man was actually John Yang.
Mud-monkey or not, John Yang still had a masterly, dazzling air about him: "Silly girl, why the long face?"