After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 418 - 157: He’s Already at the Door

"Please don’t misunderstand," Eden had not mentioned her identity, her emerald eyes reflecting the distant battle as she spoke softly, "Ahtal only slaughtered the disguises of gods; he never harmed any elf intentionally."

Sure enough, as expected.

The Elf Queen slightly bowed her head. She had long suspected that Ahtal’s transformation was too extreme, but as long as she attributed it to the dispute between the gods and the demons, everything could be explained.

From the beginning, there was no true fall of a hero; it was just the gods trying to slander Ahtal.

"How annoying," she whispered her inner thoughts, because the battle between the gods and the demons had dragged them, the weak, into a state of fear.

However, she could only resent it. She was well aware of her powerless situation. For now, the weak could only endure until the demons and gods determined a victor.

Only then could they find peace.

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"Clang!" The Great Sword clashed with the scissors, sparks illuminating Xi Mu and the Goddess of Tailoring’s cheeks as they caught each other’s gaze in that instant.

The Goddess of Tailoring suddenly disappeared from her spot, as if a thin thread was wrapped around her back, pulling her rapidly away.

"This isn’t working," the Goddess of Tailoring landed on a treetop, her bare toes gripping the branches, her body felt incredibly light.

She spoke to the God of Stitching on another tree:

"Dragging this out will lead to our loss eventually."

"Understood," the God of Stitching’s fingers twitched, the fine needles embedded in his skin quivering before shooting in all directions.

"Weave." He invoked his power, stitching the world like fabric, altering it at will.

Anyone sensitive enough could perceive threads throughout the void, forming a three-dimensional web that pervaded everywhere, creating an illusion of no escape.

This power was incredibly formidable.

But it had a fatal flaw.

"Bang!" The Great Sword of Death, wrapped in black flames, swooped down, and the void echoed with a sound like snapping guitar strings.

Xi Mu shook the Great Sword of Death, his black eyes reflecting the few snapped threads.

The power to stitch the world was indeed formidable, but as long as the threads used to stitch the world were severed, that power would become ineffective.

"Men who are too domineering can also be disliked," smiled the Goddess of Tailoring seductively, twisting the scissors in her hand, separating them into two sharp blades.

At that moment, the God of Stitching responded; his fingers twitched, forcibly stitching the space.

The Goddess of Tailoring suddenly disappeared from her spot, her beautiful body flipping in the air, her sharp scissors slashing down.

"Latch!" The God of Stitching activated his power in conjunction, and the threads permeating the void suddenly moved, binding Ahtal layer by layer.

The threads used to stitch the world were incredibly durable, meant to restrain Ahtal effectively.

They had won.

The Goddess of Tailoring instinctively had this thought as her slender waist powered a movement, her scissors targeting Ahtal’s neck.

"Clang." The scissors were caught.

Literally, as Ahtal had caught the descending scissors, revealing a smile brimming with unprecedented malice. Scales of the Red Dragon appeared on his skin, and black flames emerged from his teeth, emitting a dangerous aura of death.

Without a second thought.

The Goddess of Tailoring released the scissors and swiftly retreated; she had no intention of pursuing a victory, although this meant losing a paired Divine Artifact, surviving was of utmost importance.

Undoubtedly, her decision was correct.

"Boom!" The black flames exploded, resembling a blooming black lotus. As the petals opened, the fire expanded, devouring everything in its path.

The intense wind swept through, clearing the green vegetation on the land and even shredding the clouds.

The Elf Queen stared dumbfounded at the scene; if not for the protection of the mysterious woman beside her, her kingdom within her heart would have crumbled instantly, and the present Elf Country would have been swallowed by the black flames.

This was the power demonstrated by the demon.

The black flames dissipated.

The Goddess of Tailoring tumbled on the ground but quickly regained her stance; surveying her surroundings, she saw that the landscape had undergone massive changes, burnt and barren, emitting a dreadful heat.

"Are you okay?" The God of Assassination emerged from beneath the ground, questioning the disheveled Goddess of Tailoring, "If there’s any discomfort, we’ll abandon this ambush."

"..." The Goddess of Tailoring glanced at the God of Assassination, shaking the single piece of the scissors she held, her actions serving as her response.

In response, the God of Assassination smiled and then directed his gaze toward the menacing figure in the distance, a man transformed into a dragon, wielding a greatsword enveloped in black flames, his violent aura seemingly set to incinerate the world.

"Let’s commence the next phase of the plan," he said, his appearance altering into a tall, red-haired female with a longsword at her waist.

She was the spitting image of Mist.

"Tsk," the Goddess of Tailoring made a sound of disdain. She disapproved of the God of Assassination disguising as someone close to Ahtal, then grossly infuriating Ahtal. However, considering Ahtal’s formidable nature,

she chose to accept it reluctantly.

"Don’t look so disgusted; we are not dealing with a simple demon," the God of Assassination felt no guilt, surveying the charred land. From beneath emerged several figures, all familiar people to Ahtal from the past.