ures, looking like a nightclub DJ.This was Jiang Wenming's first time seeing the Mythological Arena, so he couldn't help but look around curiously.This is a building similar to an ancient Roman Coloss..."I am... the daughter of the Yellow Emperor, I am... the War God of Xia! How can I lose here!"

The voice of the drought was unwavering.

His body was covered in a layer of flames, and the intense heat returned, this time even more powerful than before.

The molten sword in his hand vanished, and the nails on his fingers grew longer, point by point, becoming claws like bone spurs. The fangs in his mouth also protruded further.

His skin cracked, revealing a layer of red hair.

"Hound!"

Chiang Wenming almost exclaimed out loud.

He didn't expect the drought demon to have such a trump card, actually transforming into the form of a hǒu (a mythical Chinese beast).

The drought demon planted its limbs firmly on the ground, like a wild beast. With a violent thrust of its legs, its figure vanished in an instant.

When it reappeared, it was already behind Shiva. It raised its sharp claws and plunged them deep into his back.

Shiva abruptly turned, crossing his arms.

"Zap!"

Like a hot iron meeting fresh meat, it sizzled.

Shiva's double arms were torn open by her strike, revealing several deep wounds that could be seen to the bone.

The wound did not bleed bright red blood, but instead flowed with a black, foul-smelling liquid.

Poison!

It is still the fire corpse poison from the drought demon.

Even a powerful deity like Shiva cannot withstand this poison.

In the blink of an eye, the two arms began to swell and rot, and the swelling trend was spreading upward.

Shiva's face finally changed.

This was the first time he encountered such a potent toxin, as if it possessed self-awareness, relentlessly eroding his divine essence.

He wanted to use divine power to suppress it, but unfortunately, the Drought Demon didn't give him that chance.

The temperature around his body surged again, this time even the void showed signs of melting.

"Ten Directions Hell."

The drought demon pressed his hands to the ground, sending columns of fire shooting into the sky that relentlessly attacked Shiva.

Shiva's feet danced, moving with a strange rhythm. Incredibly, in this seemingly uniform attack, he found an opening.

But despite dodging, the poison on his arms grew heavier and heavier. His two arms were almost completely rotten, with bones visible inside.

Shiva's eyes flashed with anger, and his two remaining good arms, palms like blades, slashed toward the injured limb.

Pfft!

Shiva let out a low moan and, in a surprising turn of events, severed his own two arms.

Those watching from the sidelines gasped at the sight.

That's too brutal, he actually cut off his own arms.

Although he has four arms, losing two would still significantly decrease his power.

For the first time, a glimmer of hope shone in Jiang Wenming's eyes.

Perhaps this time we have a chance of winning, or maybe not.

The idea came into his mind and wouldn't leave.

Free from the torment of the fire corpse poison, Shiva began to launch a proactive attack.

This time he learned his lesson and stopped using his body to directly withstand the Drought's attacks. Instead, he started using his steps strategically, engaging in guerrilla warfare.

Evade left and right, body flickering unpredictably, using the gaps in the Tsuchigumo's attacks to launch a rapid counterstrike with both fists.

The fist carried a terrifying destructive force. Every punch landed, tearing apart the Shinigami's flesh and bone.

But the drought at this time recovered with astonishing power, her body like magma, and whenever she was injured, a layer of flames would appear at that location.

The wound recovered as good as new in the blink of an eye.

Shiva's brows were tightly furrowed, a hint of anxiety stirring in his heart.

Although the monster in front of me is not as strong as him, its abilities are too bizarre.

Vitality seemed inexhaustible, no matter how hard he fought, the opponent could recover quickly.

And her attacks contained a special poison, like fire poison, but even more domineering than fire poison.

Once contaminated, the divinity within will be rapidly eroded.

"Only that one move left."

A solemn look flashed across Shiva's eyes, his body retreating at lightning speed, pulling away from the drought demon.

Blue lines appeared on his body, and with each additional line, his aura grew stronger.

This is the power of the twelve celestial pillars of India, representing the twelve main gods of India.

Now he uses himself as the core, borrowing the other's power to forcefully enhance his own strength.

Lightning, frost, flames, storms...

Different kinds of power appeared on his body and then gathered toward his arms.

The Drought felt the power emanating from Shiva, a hint of envy flashing in its eyes.

She wasn't envious of the other person's power, but rather she envied that they had so many people around them willing to lend them their strength.

but himself…

"Perhaps this is my final destination after all."

She is a drought demon, an alien being not bound by the Three Realms and Five Elements, unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

People feared her, hated her.

Even her own father treated her with distance and respect.

A drop of fiery lava flowed from the corner of his eye.

That was her last tear.

That is also her last longing for this world.

"Everything is over, the world will never again be plagued by drought. You no longer need to fear me."

The drought's body temperature suddenly surged dozens of times. Its claws transformed into magma-like crimson red.

Just as she was about to rush out, she suddenly heard countless whispers in her ear.

"Tian Nü Zāo Niáng Niáng, you must win, you must come back alive."

"Goddess sister, come on, defeat Shiva."

"Go for it, Drought God!"

"You must survive."

"Don't die, hold on!"

..."

Countless whispers, like countless fireflies, carrying warm blessings, merged into the body of the drought demon.

Faith Power!

She unexpectedly gained the faith of the Hua Xia people at this time.

"Lady Tian Nü, you must win, whether it's Nüwa or Hanzu. You are the female warrior goddess of our Huaxia nation."

The mark on Chiang Wenming's forehead emitted a dazzling glow.

A golden light flew out from within him and poured into the Drought Demon.

And at the center of Huǒzhā's brow, a crimson red line appeared.

Wow!

Jiang Wenming, as the heir to the first Heavenly Court, bestowed upon the Drought Demon the title of deity.

Crimson Female Valkyrie!

This unique title, this title that fits her so perfectly.

Inside the Hall of Ten Thousand Gods, beside numerous divine statues, there stood a faint oil lamp. It stood alone, independent of all systems, isolated in that place.

The oil lamp clearly displayed seven characters: Scarlet Flame Female Warrior, Drought Goddess.

This means she received recognition from the Chinese national destiny.

From now on, I will no longer be a lonely ghost but the orthodox god of China.

Even in death, her name will be remembered by the world.

Back then, the Yellow Emperor never bestowed upon her a name. This time, Jiang Wenming gave Hua Xia one.

Feeling the surging power of faith flowing into her, a smile finally appeared on the face of the drought demon.

Nodding in the direction of Jiang Wenming, he opened his mouth as if to say something.

However, due to the high temperature on the stage, the space was somewhat distorted, and Jiang Wenming couldn't tell what the other person was saying by lip reading.

With the red flames imbued with the hopes of all beings, collided with the power of the Twelve Divine Pillars.

The world lost its colors, leaving only a vast expanse of white.ked down at Tian Nü, a hint of pride in his eyes.After finishing his words, he raised his right fist high, a terrifying power constantly gathering on its surface."Bang!""Snap!"The sound of bone cracki...