The Prophet Clone slightly lowered his eyes, and his vision was instantly surrounded by a faint blue glow.
With a whoosh, a strong wind rose out of nowhere, sweeping around, picking up all the scattered items, and swirling them into the open bronze Door.
Sia surveyed the surroundings with a serious gaze, then sighed helplessly:
"There are too many reflective objects. We can't even dismantle all the glass on this ship alone."
"Moreover, our eyes can also be considered mirrors. Unless there's a demigod-level distortion ability that can directly negate the existence of mirrors on the ship."
"We just need to clear our surroundings to ensure that no out-of-control Monster suddenly rushes out from beside us."
The Prophet Clone explained in a deep voice, as the wind howled around him, making all the windows on the ship rattle as if they would tear off at any moment.
Phoenix closed his eyes slightly, as if communicating with something mysterious inside his body. A moment later, a large mass of transparent, intertwined shadows burst out from within him.
It didn't shriek frequently; instead, it constantly swayed, shedding transparent shadows. These fragmented shadows possessed all the characteristics of ordinary shadows. They passed directly through the deck and surged into the ship's cabin.
With their mirror-jumping ability, they could easily identify items that could be used as mirrors and wrap smaller fragments within themselves, throwing them into the Underworld through the bronze Door.
"This ship is quite difficult to dismantle. I almost wanted to sink it directly."
The Prophet Clone sighed in a low voice, as the howling wind carried countless glass fragments into the air, then tossed them into the bronze Door.
The glass, mirrors, and metal, all reflective objects floating in the strong wind, suddenly became profoundly deep, dim and obscure, as if their interiors were connected to a dark and deep space.
The next moment, countless strands of hair burst out from the mirrors, intertwining and twisting into tentacles the thickness of a pinky finger, dancing in the strong wind, like a dark ocean composed of twisted tentacles.
Everything caught within it inevitably became tinged with grayish-white, rapidly weathering and scattering into dust.
Within this dark ocean, limbs constantly grew out, some large, some small, all belonging to beautiful women.
They undulated within the constantly writhing dark tentacles, their expressions varied: some were anxiously calling for help, some were seductively moaning.
All exuded an indescribable charm, whether pure, alluring, bold and open, shy and reserved, or fiery and passionate, making one want to sink into them from the bottom of their heart.
The Prophet Clone looked at the black hair almost covering the strong wind and the figures undulating within it, and unconsciously took a step back.
In his vision, these figures rising and falling within the hair were entirely a collection of mystical viruses and bacteria. Even as a demigod, touching them would cause him to shed a layer of skin.
The faint blue glow in his eyes suddenly brightened, simulating the demigod-level storm ability from the sea god scepter.
The surrounding wind suddenly intensified, and the violent wind collided with the air, creating an explosive sound. A terrifying hurricane, visible to the naked eye, appeared, swirling and coiling.
The airflow rapidly spun in circles, coiling the dark tentacles twisted from the surrounding hair, along with the figures undulating between those tentacles, all into the air, then quickly sweeping them into the creaking, swaying bronze Door in the wind.
"Cough~ cough~" Phoenix, who was struggling to maintain the bronze Door, suddenly coughed uncontrollably, and the coughing showed signs of worsening, even causing the bronze Door to become precarious.
A faint blue light flashed in Sia's eyes, and she assessed Phoenix, quickly discovering the problem. She slightly furrowed her brows and said in a deep voice:
"You're sick. Pneumonia, respiratory infection, and fever. Your blood is also gradually developing lesions."
"Bear with it for a moment. The Purification power of the Sun domain will have some effect on you, more or less."
"Cough~ I'm fine." Phoenix's voice became hoarse. After responding, he stopped speaking.
The faint blue in Sia's eyes instantly brightened. She raised her hand upwards, summoning a sacred, descending, clear, brilliant, and pure warm light.
Her body quickly became tinged with a faint gold, and her fiery red hair danced freely in the wind, as if bathed in the setting Sun, carrying a sacred meaning.
A bright yellow radiance radiated outwards in circles from her, purifying the viruses and bacteria in the air while bringing a warmth and strong courage.
"Cough~" Phoenix coughed lightly, frowning uncomfortably.
The Purification halo acted upon him, turning the slightly warm current into a scalding prickle. The Purification power of the Sun domain, while purifying the viruses on him, was also purifying the aura of death on him.
Boom! Boom!
Clusters of ice and fire exploded in the storm, and the powerful impact almost made the Prophet Clone unable to maintain the swirling hurricane in the air.
The hair swept by the strong wind had twisted into black tentacles like pythons. They intertwined in the air, forming a huge black ball of yarn with many eyes and beautiful female figures of various sizes.
Below the black ball of yarn, thick black tentacles extended into the inner side of the bronze Door, striking and pulling as if in a tug-of-war, as if something in the Underworld on the other side of the Door was trying to drag it in.
"There's a Feathered Serpent in the Underworld area behind this Door; my father left it there. It will help us drag this out-of-control Monster in."
Phoenix explained, his face somewhat pale.
The Prophet Clone nodded gently, then transformed the swirling, howling hurricane into a tangible restraint and invisible wind blades, immobilizing the huge dark ball of yarn in the air, attempting to cut it.
"Waah, please, let me go..."
"Ah!"
"Don't kill me... Don't kill me..."
"Please..."
The beautiful female bodies growing from the dark ball of yarn emitted pleading sounds mixed with moans. Tears streamed down their beautiful faces, their cheeks flushed from crying, and they panted continuously.
The Prophet Clone continued his actions expressionlessly, but with little effect. This huge ball of yarn completely inherited the powerful vitality and eerily difficult-to-kill characteristics of the Demoness of Undying. The marks cut by the invisible wind blades healed almost instantly.
A moment later, he stopped, applying a Psychiatrist's "soothe" to himself. Even in a state of absolute rationality, these constantly moaning and begging voices still stirred some fluctuating emotions and desires within him; his lower body had already begun to engorge.
"Troublesome." With a light sigh, the Prophet Clone immediately summoned a gust of wind, lifting his body high into the air.
Dark clouds suddenly began to gather in the sky, layer upon layer, quickly completely obscuring the Crimson Moon.
Streaks of silvery-white lightning tore through the silent night sky, illuminating the sea and breaking the concealment, bringing an aura of furious destruction as they struck the huge ball of yarn covered with beautiful female bodies of various sizes.
The lightning suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless tiny electric snakes that darted wildly across the dark ball of yarn and its tentacles extending into the bronze Door.
The strong numbing effect prevented it from resisting in time, and it was dragged a considerable distance by the Feathered Serpent on the other side of the bronze Door, leaving less than fifty meters until it was completely dragged into the bronze Door.
The whooshing sound of wind rose again, and the suddenly violent strong wind, like an invisible hand, slowly pushed the huge dark ball of yarn forward.
Sia also took two steps forward at this moment, leaning back and spreading her arms, as if embracing the Sun.
A grand, pure, blazing pillar of light descended from the sky, enveloping the surroundings. The power of the Sun domain continuously burned the figures of various sizes on the intertwined ball of yarn, while also stimulating all the eyes growing on it to close.
With almost no resistance, the black ball of yarn, formed by intertwined dark tentacles, was directly pushed to the front of the bronze Door.
Then, the Prophet Clone awkwardly discovered that this ball of yarn was a bit too large, causing it to block the bronze Door.
Sia turned her head to look at Phoenix, whose face was growing paler behind her, and loudly reminded him:
"Break it apart, the 'Door' can't be maintained much longer."
As she spoke, golden illusory flames instantly ignited out of thin air around her. These flames exuded a vast Sun aura, forming a dense, continuous ocean, sweeping towards the dark ball of yarn like waves, engulfing the eyes and figures on it.
The Prophet Clone controlled the surrounding wind, lowered his body, then clenched his fist, swung his arm, and merged his body with a peculiar power, a phantom rushing out from within him and colliding with the huge dark ball of yarn enveloped in golden-yellow flames.
A deep, majestic ancient hermes word echoed around: "Death!"
As if a declaration, the aura of madness and chaos on the dark ball of yarn paused for an instant, then began an uncontrollable weakening.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
Illusory tearing sounds constantly echoed around, as if even the surrounding space had developed dense cracks. The golden-yellow flames took on a rust-like crimson hue, and a pungent smell of sulfur permeated the air.
This was a secret technique he developed based on the Disciplinary Knight's decrees and the Devil's foul language. It had no direct destructive power, but it could cause beings without divinity to uncontrollably enter death. Even a demigod, if directly hit, would suffer severe damage.
This blow successfully caused the ball of yarn, formed by intertwining python-like dark tentacles, to disintegrate, scattering many dark tentacles with eyes and naked female bodies.
The bronze Door also emitted a terrifying suction at this moment, like a giant beast inhaling forcefully. The huge black ball of yarn was directly sucked in by more than half.
Only a scattered mass of dark tentacles remained struggling. Some wrapped around the bronze Door frame, others extended outwards, coiling around the ship's railing, deck, and even the sails.
The howling strong wind carried the Prophet Clone's body to Phoenix's side. He turned his head to the other party and said:
"Can you close this Door directly?"
Phoenix was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "Yes."
As he spoke, he opened his palm forward, and the bronze Door covered with mysterious patterns suddenly creaked and swayed. Without a closing motion, it simply faded and disappeared.
Thud! Thud!
Sounds of heavy objects hitting the ground rang out. The dark tentacles that had been coiling around the bronze Door and the ship, struggling fiercely, now drooped powerlessly. At their ends, there was a neat, clean cut, as if severed directly by an incredibly sharp blade.
Sia didn't even glance at these neatly severed tentacles. She walked directly to a still-intact section of the ship's railing, leaned against it, and exclaimed:
"Heh, he's gotten much smarter, hasn't he? He even knows to close the Door directly and use the severed space to cut it, not only gaining some high-level characteristics but also weakening the part of its body that fell into the Underworld."
The Prophet Clone ignored Sia's teasing and gazed deeply into the ship's cabin. His spirituality was touched for a moment. Could it be that Demoness card that could touch my spirituality at this time?
Muttering to himself, he raised his hand in an opening motion, and a faint blue light shimmered. A blurry Door, like a water curtain with no tangible feel, appeared before him. The other side of the Door was a layered, dim, and somewhat unreal space.
He gazed at the Mirror World inside the "Door" for a moment, then stepped directly in.
The surroundings suddenly became profound. Everything here seemed unreal. Countless passages connected to each other, like a dense spiderweb, layered and endless.