Once Yulia confirmed that the boss would level down upon leaving its domain, her goal changed to dragging it out of the enhancement zone.
But this Nightmare God was clearly not the type to leave willingly.
Even when it was still possessing the Undead Overlord, it never once stepped beyond its territory—despite being ganged up on for an hour.
Fine. If you won’t leave on your own, I’ll just have to drag you out by force!
To achieve this, she took a piercing strike straight through her palm—agonizing pain shooting through her nerves, her HP bar instantly dropping by 80%.
But it didn’t matter. The plan worked.
Even a clay doll has its temper. After being chased down, forced to flee in panic…
Now it’s time to settle the score.
I, Yulia, never hold grudges—I settle them on the spot!
Using the last two charges of her blood gem, she restored her HP bar. She had saved these precisely for this moment—instant recovery with zero delay.
Now, at 80% HP and 50% MP, she was effectively back at full strength.
Meanwhile, the Nightmare God Yerkes finally realized something was wrong.
It wasn’t afraid of this little Gold Clan runt, but the creeping sense of weakening power was infuriating.
Its rage cooled abruptly, and without another word, it turned and charged straight back toward the boss area.
But just as it leaped toward the city wall barrier—before it could even land—a crisp, mocking voice rang in its ears.
“Oh, you think you can just waltz back in? What do I look like, a doormat?”
WHAM!
Its abdomen caved in, and it was sent flying backward.
On the city wall, Yulia retracted her leg, leaving a faint imprint behind.
“Let me make this clear—if you get past me today, I’ll write my name backwards!”
The Nightmare God tumbled twice in midair before skidding to a stop on one knee. Its crimson eyes locked onto Yulia, the suppressed fury roaring back to life.
Similarly, Yulia had plenty of pent-up rage of her own.
Drawing her sword, she glared at the Nightmare God from across the battlefield.
One of us must die today.
The next instant, both stepped forward—blades colliding mid-charge.
Their speeds were extremely fast. The distance between them vanished in a flash, and afterimages at their starting points barely faded before the clash of steel erupted.
Using her high-ground advantage, Yulia forced the Nightmare God back several steps.
One step back, and the momentum shifted.
Yulia seized the opportunity and pressed the assault, each swing of her sword driving the wind, each strike fiercer than the last.
The Nightmare God parried, but it was retreating in defeat, forced backward again and again—
Until finally, an upward slash left it wide open.
Yulia didn’t hesitate.
Pivoting midair, she spun into a devastating roundhouse kick, slamming her heel straight into the Nightmare God’s chest and sending it flying away.
This time it flew even farther—nearly a hundred meters from the wall.
Casually flicking her sword, Yulia watched as the Nightmare God rolled to a stop.
“I was going easy on you earlier. Did you really think you were hot shit?”
The moment the Nightmare God left its domain, its stats had already dropped by 20%—and then it lost two more levels on top of that.
Now, its attributes were roughly on par with Yulia’s. The only advantages it had left were nothing more than three stages of level suppression and its absurdly high HP.
It was still significant.
However—
Yulia’s Golden Law bypassed damage reduction. Her mobility was unmatched. And her Golden Eyes could see through almost everything.
When the raw stats weren’t overwhelmingly against her, her attacks would land while its attacks would miss.
And that meant she could bully it mercilessly.
Back during their brief clash atop the giant tree, Yulia had already realized—without the domain buffs, she could solo this boss.
At the time, she had held back because the terrain was unfavorable, and the boss could fly. So she had engineered the perfect trap—sealing its wings.
And now, it was grounded, waiting to be stomped!
Yulia advanced again, sword ready.
Meanwhile, the Nightmare God rose to its feet, its HP barely scratched—though it looked thoroughly disheveled.
And that was what it couldn’t tolerate.
A god, humiliated by a Gold Clan brat?!
Dark red energy surged around its entire body, its form shifting to a blackened crimson, wisps of bloody mist seeping from its pores.
Seeing this, Yulia just sighed.
“You guys always pull this move.”
Berserk state.
Nothing new. If anything, it was better—berserk meant damage over time.
The next moment, Yulia vanished—
—Reappearing above the Nightmare God, she brought her sword down in a ruthless slash.
The Nightmare God blocked, their blades locking as they stared each other down.
Then—
They exchanged a storm of strikes, feints, and counters too fast for the naked eye to see.
The commentators had long gone silent.
This kind of lightning-fast swordplay couldn’t be narrated—you could only feel it with your heart.
And what they felt was one thing—Strength.
Unmatchable strength.
Even in movies, you’d never see a duel this intense.
Wang Xixi finally managed: “We know that Otherworld gives sword users a ‘Sword Mastery’ passive—equivalent to a year’s worth of training.”
“But God Feng’s skill is definitely not one year’s worth. That’s ten. Maybe even twenty.”
“And—hold on—she’s not even using skills! Her MP isn’t dropping! These are all basic attacks!”
Basic attacks flashier than most people’s ultimate skills.
Absolutely unfair.
BANG!
The flurry of blades shattered as one figure was sent flying.
It was the Nightmare God.
Yulia stood firm, her sword steady.
Even in its berserk state, with boosted stats, the Nightmare God couldn’t match her in a direct clash.
Her combat instincts were inhumanly sharp—she didn’t even know where they came from. It was pure muscle memory.
And when it came to swords, no race outmatched humans.
It was a weapon invented by the human race, and blood elves were just latecomers to the art.
The Nightmare God also realized this.
It stood, rage still burning—but now, its gaze turned deadly serious.
The one before it was a member of the Gold Clan. The last and strongest legacy of humanity.
Even among her kind, her talent might be top-tier.
A brat, yes—but a dangerous one.
It couldn’t afford to keep playing around.
Gripping its sword vertically, the Nightmare God began chanting under its breath.
Yulia blinked.
The hell? Casting in front of me? Bold move.
She appeared in its face in an instant.
“Who said you could chant?!”
Shoryuken!
Her fist rocketed upward, slamming into the Nightmare God’s jaw—launching it into the sky.