The score was 1-1. The fate of the God Realm rested on the final match.
Jasmine's face was no longer bored. The lazy, cruel amusement had vanished, replaced by a cold, seething fury.
Her playthings had defied her. An insect had actually won.
Her black, soulless eyes, burning with the madness of the Evil Infant, slowly lifted.
Her gaze bypassed the victorious Xiao Mo and locked onto the one figure who remained.
Chi Wuyao.
"The game is over," Jasmine's voice, a chorus of malice and despair, echoed across the void.
"Send out your final sacrifice."
She did not wait for a Devil God to volunteer.
With a flick of her wrist, the void beside her tore open, and she herself rose from her throne.
Jasmine would fight this final match herself.
A wave of absolute terror crashed over the God Realm survivors.
"She… she is fighting personally?!" the Purple Micro God Emperor stammered. "This is not a duel! This is an execution!"
Even limited to Half-Step Divine Extinction, Jasmine was the wielder of the Evil Infant Wheel.
She was not a Devil God; she was their master. Against such an existence, what hope was there?
Chi Wuyao alone remained calm. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips.
"So, it has come to this," she whispered. She had calculated ten thousand possibilities, but this... this was the worst.
And yet, it was the one she was most prepared for.
"Your Majesty... you cannot," Mu Xuanyin said, her voice tight. "Her soul is madness itself. Your arts cannot touch her."
"Perhaps," Chi Wuyao replied, her dark robes flowing as she began to float forward. Her voice entered Mu Xuanyin's mind.
"Xuanyin, protect Wuxin. Protect his family. No matter what happens."
Without looking back, the Devil Empress of the God Realm ascended.
She arrived on the battlefield, a figure of enchanting, calculated darkness standing against a figure of raw, chaotic hatred.