The woman intercepted it. She leaped up with a sword in her hand, trying to cut through that word in mid-air.
However… Clang!
A crisp sound rang out. The long sword collided with the word, emitting a series of sparks.
That word was extremely hard, as if it had become a solid body. The word instantly broke the woman’s long sword. The next moment, something even more surprising occurred, the woman’s body was directly absorbed into the word “suppress”.
“Holy moly! She is gone! Where has she gone?”
“How ominous!”
The Eastern Emperor knew that he had encountered a real expert. The opponent’s word “suppress” was mystifying and contained a great terror. After reaching the level of Divine Emperor, he had a glimpse of some of the true essences behind the universe. Even if he wanted to comprehend it all the time, he failed to understand anything. At that moment, the tiny word “suppress” contained it.
“Painting of Mountains, Rivers, Lands, and Grains! Come forth!” Eastern Emperor Mooncrate summoned the Painting of Mountains, Rivers, Lands, and Grains.
It was a prehistoric divine artifact, an innate and supreme treasure. He maneuvered the Painting of Mountains, Rivers, Lands, and Grains to rush over and wrap that word “suppress”…
He thought, ‘After all, you casually wrote this word. Its power is definitely no match for the Painting of Mountains, Rivers, Lands, and Grains.”
Nonetheless, it was beyond his expectation.
The innately supreme treasure, the Painting of Mountains, Rivers, Lands, and Grains, enveloped the word “suppress”, but it failed to stop its descending trajectory. It crashed hard on the Eastern Emperor along with the Painting of Mountains, Rivers, Lands, and Grains, such that he lay on the ground and could not get up no matter how hard he struggled.
“This…” The Northern Emperor’s hydra was stunned.
The young girl was clearly Phoenix Rowan, whereas the old lady turned out to be the Crazy Crone.
“It’s the Crazy Crone! It was the Crazy Crone’s voice all along just now!” Alex remembered it.
Although Alex had heard the Crazy Crone speaking a few times in her insane state, he still remembered her voice. It was no wonder it sounded familiar.
The Crazy Crone walked down step by step. A purple formation blueprint appeared under her foot with each step. More shockingly, her face changed every time she took a step. She looked like a seventy or eighty-year-old crazy old hag with disheveled gray hair at first, but she became a few years younger with every step. After taking seven or eight steps, she completely turned into a stunningly beautiful woman.
Even her disheveled hair became ethereal, beautiful waterfall-like hair.
Alex looked at her. “It’s that woman in the nightmare!”
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