"It's nothing, just a minor issue."
Deathcurse said this, but there was still a trace of worry in his eyes.
The golden light gradually faded. Emperor God extended a finger with one hand, while Isabelle Frost faced him, unmoving. The finger pointing at Isabelle Frost remained thirty centimeters away from her, unable to advance even a fraction.
"If you had shown this level of power before, I wouldn't have been able to defend myself. I might've fallen from that last strike. But things are a bit different now."
Emperor God looked at Isabelle Frost with a grave expression.
"In such a short time, you've already overcome the killing intent of this world?"
With a cracking sound, I saw the ground in front of Isabelle Frost split open, and then fragments of crystal began to float into the air.
"You used the Yin energy here, and created a highly durable defensive layer with ghost aura. Impressive."
Deathcurse rubbed his hands together on the side and said, while I let out a breath of relief. It seemed my worries were unnecessary.
Suddenly, Isabelle Frost transformed into countless overlapping phantoms, raising the Red Spider Lily in her hand and striking toward Emperor God.