Isabella's figure flashed, and she disappeared.
Using Earth Dragon's Overlord Rush, her speed was as fast as Davis's fire and lightning-based movement. She abruptly appeared before the Nefarious Darkwill Rakshasa like a meteorite and smashed into its body. Her Chaotic Spacequake Gauntlets glowed ominously under the crimson-gold shine of her Emperor-Tier Earth Dragon earthen energy.
*Booom!~*
The realm trembled with that blow, the very fabric of the fragmented world shaking in her attack's wake.
The Nefarious Darkwill Rakshasa spat out thick, dark purple blood. No, it didn't spray from its mouth. It didn't have one. It sprayed out of its forehead eye like a fountain when its eye bulged out of its socket.
In its life, it didn't know how long it had been since it felt this kind of pain.
The impact on its chest left it paralyzed for a second as it felt the wave of pain coursing throughout its body, causing every shadowy fiber to be in a world of hurt.
"Raarrrghh!!!"
It roared, preparing to strike back as its shadow tendrils whipped and pierced towards Isabella like they were spears.
However, from below, Shirley appeared like she was a phantom. Her Icefire Duality Spear danced in her hands, spiraling and thrusting with a charming grace.
*Puchi!~*
Crimson-white flames surged and cut through those tendrils like they were tofu, causing the Nefarious Darkwill Rakshasa to scream again.
The Nefarious Darkwill Rakshasa staggered back and retained balance almost as quickly, trying to regenerate its tendrils. However, it saw that the regeneration was extremely slow, icefire sealing its regrowth. The chilling yet burning pain also made it nearly go mad, but it kept its composure and borrowed the power of the fragmented world to force-heal itself.
Still, the tendrils could be used as whips.
The Nefarious Darkwill Rakshasa tried to lift its tendrils to retaliate, but-
*Bang!~*
A mountainous punch from Isabella connected squarely against its side. The dragon-clawed fist shattered the tendril it tried to use to defend itself, breaking the darkness energy into fragments that scattered like shards of obsidian before shattering a part of its body.
Simultaneously, Shirley thrust her spear straight into the crescent slit of its third eye.
*Screeeeeeee-!*
A deafening screech rang across the entire fragmented realm.
The darkness spirits witnessed this scene with pure disbelief etched on their faces.
The dark robes fluttered chaotically as the once regal figure that forced them to be obedient and offer their children as tributes stumbled back for the first time in century millenniums.
"You... dare!?"
The voice warped, no longer regal. No longer composed. The Rakshasa's mask began to crack around the glowing eye, and thick tendrils writhed and flailed in fury.
"You two… are insects who don't deserve to be in my presence!"
"What a bold statement," Isabella said, her expression calm but cold, "for a damned wraith that doesn't even know what it is."
*Rumble!~*
The Rakshasa expanded its presence with a burst of violent power. A swirling vortex of corrupted heaven and earth energy erupted, filled with darkness, distorting space and forming a dome of shadows around the battlefield.
"You enter my world, and now you shall perish within it!"
"Finally, you feel death." Shirley's eyes blazed with a mocking glint, "But let me show you what icefire really feels like."
She raised her spear, and a phoenix cry echoed from above. A grand illusion of a twin-colored phoenix appeared, half white-blue, half scarlet-gold. It spread its wings, covering the entire dome in a flood of crimson-white light.
"Take this- my newly created technique- Heavenly Icefire Vortex Thrust!"
She thrust once more, the spear making everyone's eyes close from its blinding light as it spun into a frightening icefire vortex.
*Bang!~*
A tendril that was supposed to swat the spear away burst into frozen flames and dissolved into the mist.
The Nefarious Darkwill Rakshasa howled in fury, its remaining tendrils flying in all directions like dark comets to hit Shirley. However, the icefire spear managed to grind all of it into shadowy remnants, leaving behind a giant hole in the Nefarious Darkwill Rakshasa's body.
The impact collapsed the shadow dome. Space twisted and cracked, and one of the Nefarious Darkwill Rakshasa's legs gave away as it fell to the ground.
Isabella and Shirley landed before it, appearing steady and collected. They didn't look like they were out of breath at all.
This scene left countless spirits reeling in shock.
No matter how they sensed, these two strange women were still at a stage similar to the Level Nine Immortal Emperor Spirit Stage. They couldn't understand how their prowess spiked when they previously displayed a prowess that was only twelve levels higher.
But now, they casually reached a point where their prowess was fifteen levels higher.
Bylai and the others knew their two elder sisters always held back.
Their prowess was monstrous and could not be used near them. The shockwaves alone could end them since they crossed a minor stage, and a minor stage in the Empyrean Stage was nothing to laugh at. They would be pulverized without knowing how they died.
This also explained why no spirit was able to stand against this Nefarious Darkwill Rakshasa that also had a similar level of prowess, up to fourteen levels higher from what they could sense. From the battle, they also guessed it had something to do with using this world for its gain, meaning it wouldn't be powerful if it left this world.
Then again, if it left this world, it might enter the Empyrean Stage, which would make it even more dangerous, so they knew they needed to end it.
"What shall we do about this Realm Calamity?" Shirley asked, her expression filled with interest, "Teach it a lesson? Kill it? Or even bring it back to our world and let it free to make sure that we don't get harassed for the time being."
"I think if we bring it back, it's going to only make people hate us more~"
Isabella dryly laughed.
"Hehe~" Shirley giggled as she watched the Nefarious Darkwill Rakshasa struggle to stand up.
It was as though it was on its last legs.
"Well, the Nefarious Darkwill Rakshasa's soul core is going to be extremely useful for Davis. We need to bring it back for him at the very least."
"Mhm~" Isabella nodded, "That- we can do something about it, but there might be some traps set for us outside, so I'm not sure how we should go about it. At the very least, let's neutralize it first."
"Alright~"
Shirley giggled, and her spear danced in her grasp. She was about to plunge the spear into the Nefarious Darkwill Rakshasa's head again when it abruptly tried to flee, its figure phasing out like a spirit.