"It's begun, Isabelle Frost. Please come here. The moment Emperor God appears, I'll bring you over. From then on, it's up to you. As for the other two locations, once you've managed to stall Emperor God, they'll make their move."
Isabelle Frost nodded, quietly watching the chaotic scene unfold on the screen.
Outside, the sun had already set. In the distant sky, vast stretches of fire clouds merged together, their golden-red glow casting a strangely beautiful crimson across the surface of the tower.
I let out a long breath and sat on the steps by the pavilion, watching those belonging to Crimson Night fight relentlessly against Emperor God's subordinates. More and more of Emperor God's men were gathering toward the tower.
One figure among them was especially formidable—moving with terrifying speed. In an instant, dozens of Emperor God's subordinates who had rushed in were left lying in pools of blood.
Everyone was anxious, especially James Grant, because Emperor God had yet to appear. Without Emperor God's presence, the plan couldn't begin.
My only worry was about the authority granted to James Grant by Sylvia Yan. If it were revoked, he wouldn't be able to bring Isabelle Frost over in an instant.
Around the tower, Crimson Night flags had been raised. Countless Crimson Night members seemed to have emerged from underground, gradually suppressing Emperor God's subordinates at the base of the tower.
As their leader, James Grant revealed a smile.
"This is the true strength of Crimson Night."
"Not yet, not yet. We have to wait for Emperor God to appear."
"Don't let your emotions get the best of you. That subordinate is one of your more capable ones, isn't she?"
Ghost Painting Book Immortal continued, while Death Curse laughed heartily beside him.
"Take me over there."
Isabelle Frost looked at James Grant and spoke coldly.
"Miss Frost, we need to wait. To land the first strike and injure Emperor God, it's necessary. The moment I move you over, you can launch your attack. That way..."
"Take me over there."
Isabelle Frost spoke, then looked at me. I nodded, and with a crack, my Ghostrealm split open.
"It doesn't suit my aesthetics, that's all. Even in a fair duel, I wouldn't lose."
It was killing intent. From within Isabelle Frost's body, a chilling murderous aura burst forth. We all felt it—like a sword so sharp it could sever anything, the instant it left its sheath.
The creature called Dragonshade, with its massive body, was already moving toward Swift Gale bit by bit, laughing maniacally.
"Ha! You trash, what do you think you're doing? Trying to invade the tower where the god resides while Emperor God is away? This is the result—die!"
I stared in shock. Though Dragonshade's body was enormous, its speed was terrifying. In an instant, its muscular right claw was already reaching for the dying Swift Gale on the ground.
"What kind of flower is this? It looks pretty."
Isabelle Frost had already approached. When she saw the otherworldly flower beside Dragonshade begin to scatter, petals drifted through the air, raining down from the sky.
A light red gauze dress fluttered in the wind. Isabelle Frost's figure descended gently with the falling petals, landing atop Dragonshade's arm.
"You... You're one of Zhang Qingyuan's subordinates. What, did Emperor God let you..."
"Have you... ever died?"
A crisp sound rang out as Isabelle Frost floated behind Dragonshade. She gently twirled a cluster of otherworldly flowers in her left hand, sniffing them before her nose. I immediately recognized it—it was Isabelle Frost's ghost technique, Manjusaka.
"Mandorava... Twin Bodhi Trees, the three thousand worlds—what is the reason for birth, what is the reason for death..."
Frozen in place, I stared at Dragonshade. But now, the red petals drifting in the sky were gradually turning white, and even Dragonshade's form was slowly being dyed white.
"What is this..."
"Do you see it now? The shape of the other shore."
With a crack, Dragonshade's body began to shatter, and then, with a bang, it turned to dust, scattering everywhere. Swift Gale stared in disbelief at Isabelle Frost, while James Grant looked utterly shocked.
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"Now that's more like it. Heh, not bad, really not bad. If I ever leave Black Fang, or if Black Fang ceases to exist, I'd love to challenge her—even dying by her hand wouldn't be so bad! Hahahaha..."
Death Curse's entire eyeball bulged out as he laughed, moving closer to the screen, his gaze full of admiration for Isabelle Frost.
"Hurry up and go. That one's coming."
Isabelle Frost spoke coldly. In an instant, a flash of golden light—Emperor God was already standing more than ten meters away from her, his golden eyes observing everything.
"Stronger than I expected. Are you hiding part of your strength? To defeat my strongest subordinate in one blow..."
As he spoke, Emperor God floated over to a patch of white otherworldly flowers. The moment his finger touched them, his expression turned to shock. He immediately severed his own arm, and the half that touched the flower vanished instantly.
James Grant had already taken Swift Gale away. After Emperor God entered the tower, he never looked at them—not even once. His gaze was fixed solely on Isabelle Frost.
"Trying to destroy this tower? Heh, it seems you know something. No matter. Since you've shown your strength, I won't let you reveal it for nothing."
In an instant, both Isabelle Frost and Emperor God vanished from the scene. I sensed James Grant return and immediately opened the Ghostrealm. After he brought the blood-soaked Swift Gale inside, he pressed a hand to her arm, gradually stopping the bleeding.
"Where are they?"
Death Curse asked anxiously. James Grant immediately raised a hand, and the scene shifted. In the now golden sky, the two of them stood atop the tower.
"You're strong, but it's impossible for you to defeat me."
Isabelle Frost didn't reply. She stood in the raging wind, her red dress billowing behind her in waves.
"Indeed, I can't defeat you—as long as you still exist in this world."
"You're just over two thousand years old, right? Just now, what defeated my subordinate was a mix of thirteen types of curses—a variant curse power—and the fifty-four forces born from your own ghostly essence, the union of this shore and the other. Heh."
Isabelle Frost's eyes flickered slightly.
"There are still some things I can't quickly analyze. To reach this level as a ghost—in the old Hell era where we existed, there wasn't a single one like that."
Suddenly, Isabelle Frost launched her attack. Petals of the otherworldly flower, red and white mingled, swept toward Emperor God. But he remained calm, teleporting repeatedly in midair to dodge the petals.
"No matter how many, no matter how strong, if you can't hit me, you can't connect your power from this shore to the other."
Emperor God's words made Death Curse anxious, and some of the other Camera Ghosts seemed to understand something. But when it came to curse power, I was still mostly in the dark.
"Let me put it this way, Qingyuan. There are many types of curse power, but in practice, those cast through a medium are called curses, while those activated directly are called death curses—just these two types."
I listened to Ghost Painting Book Immortal, then looked at Death Curse and swallowed hard. Suddenly, I understood.
"I'm the opposite of Miss Frost. My killing curse type is death curse, which is also my title, while Miss Frost's is the curse type."
Isabelle Frost seemed to be struggling. Though she kept manipulating the petals, they couldn't catch even a glimpse of Emperor God's shadow.
"Little girl, let me show you what it means to be worlds apart."
I stared wide-eyed as Emperor God appeared behind Isabelle Frost, a golden light swirling around his hand as he struck toward her.
"Careful, Miss Frost!"
I couldn't help but shout. With a thunderous boom, everything on the screen was filled with gold.