Fan Mengxue wiped a trace of blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes coldly fixed on Metatron, gradually turning pitch black.
The Dark Holy Emperor Technique had been pushed to its extreme, and the powerful force of darkness emanated from her, obscuring the stars and moon.
Metatron's expression also became more solemn, "Such pure and vast dark power, it cannot be cultivated by any ordinary Cultivation Technique! Woman, you're becoming more and more interesting to me!"
Fan Mengxue was unmoved, simply stating coldly, "He's not wrong, you group of deities, acting all high and mighty, it's truly disgusting!"
"So... get back to your Divine Realm!"
As Fan Mengxue's words fell, the sky-shrouding darkness instantly became tangible, as if forming a cage, trapping Metatron firmly within.
At the same time, Fan Mengxue's fingers moved in rapid succession, as layers upon layers of earth-shattering radiance began to emerge.
The Dark Witch Anastasia was startled upon seeing this.
