Yes, I did all of this!

Finally, energy surged forth, covering the upper half of her face and forming a half-mask that also obscured her eyes.

Finally, after Huangyi changed his posture, the white lightning around him dimmed.

Boom!

As if in response to her presence, a thunderclap resounded in the sky in response to the resonance of her power.

The previous battle with Lingyin had already disrupted the structure of the clouds, and now, with the power of "Huangyi," raindrops fell from the sky, wetting the ground.

"What's going on...?"

Seeing Huangyi, who seemed like a completely different person, Hejia and Heishi, who was fighting not far away, both showed surprise. Xi Ri whispered in astonishment:

"Cangyi..."

Huangyi... or rather, Cangyi, who had taken over her body, raised her hand, clenched her fist, felt the long-lost sensation of being in the air, and exhaled.

Stop playing tricks on me!

Hejia tried to sense the other's aura, but found that the "Radiant Wing" in front of him had a restrained aura. If she hadn't been standing right in front of him, he would have ignored her.

Undeterred, he unleashed several horned insect darts, then vanished from his spot, quickly appearing behind her and attacking her.

Time slowed down once again in Hejia's eyes. He could clearly see the horned beetle darts, laced with poison, shooting towards Cangyi. Rain dripped slowly, while her movements as she gripped the hilt of the knife remained as slow as a normal person's.

A sinister smile appeared on her face. Just when Hejia thought she had succeeded, Cangyi had already firmly grasped the hilt of the knife in her hand.

Clang!

A clanging sound flashed as the blade, crackling with white arcs of electricity, sliced ​​through the horned worm. Cangyi turned and blocked Hejia's attack.

"too slow."

Her calm voice rang out, which surprised Hejia even more.

He Jia, who prided himself on his unpredictable speed, didn't even realize what Cang Yi meant by "too slow."

But soon, Hejia understood.

"what--"

A chill ran through his body, and Hejia suddenly felt his body slowly crumbling.

More than his mind, his body came to a deeper understanding of the situation: he was not far from death.

But... how exactly did she die? She only made one slash!

So in the next moment, under the fear of death, his consciousness reached a deeper level.

His body's mechanisms were originally trying to slow his death, but at this level, Hejia saw "Huangyi's" actions, which made him even more terrified.

—This is a world where even the rain has stopped; everything is silent, and the raindrops seem to be frozen in the air.

The only thing that can move is this thing in front of me.

She unleashed a barrage of slashes at Hejia's body, and under this precise and sharp attack, Hejia's body was being evenly sliced ​​into pieces.

The speed at which the blade swung was even faster than the still space, so much so that Hejia vaguely felt the blade in her hand had slashed his head countless times, yet he couldn't feel the end of his thoughts—clearly, his body hadn't even reacted to these millions of slashes.

In the almost frozen moment, Hejia watched helplessly as his body was cut into pieces, unable to move, his compound eyes showing a change from terror to numbness.

He finally felt what it was like to be toyed with and killed by an ordinary person's speed... No, it was even more intense than that!

His painful struggles were futile; in the end, Hejia could only hope for liberation.

. . . . . .

He didn't know how much time had passed. When a moment became eternity and living became torture, Hejia felt that his brain could no longer support such a deep state, so he returned to the original time.

Splash... Splash... Splash...

The sounds returned to his body: the sound of rain falling, the sound of the wind blowing in the distance, and the sound of waves. He Jia stood there blankly, staring at the back of the figure in front of him.

Cangyi had already carried Hejia on his back, shook off the non-existent blood from the blade, and sheathed it.

Zheng...

The sound of the blade scraping against the scabbard rang out. He Jia stared at the sword, the blade slowly sheathing itself, but he made no move.

Click...

Finally, as the blade was fully sheathed, Hejia's body gushed out a large amount of blood, and his body instantly turned into pieces that lay scattered on the ground.

Before anyone could react, Hejia was killed in an instant. Everyone stared in astonishment at the scene, looking at Cangyi, whose upper half of his face was covered by a mask and whose eyes could not be seen.

Cangyi remained calm throughout, and no one could fathom her thoughts at that moment.

She tapped the ground with her scabbard, and a current of electricity spread. The magical girls who were poisoned by the Hercules felt their hearts beat irregularly, and the poisoned blood was forcibly forced out from their wounds.

What would be fatal bleeding for a normal person, they were spared thanks to their magical girl constitution.

Then, she raised her hand, and white electricity shot out from her five fingers, connecting with the black stone.

"Forehead?!"

Black Stone froze, looking at his body. The parts of his body that had been scorched by the white electric current were now covered in obvious cracks.

With a casual flick of its claw, Cangyi covered Black Stone's body with burn marks.

"Huangyi still needs to conserve his strength to rescue others. Xi Ri, this is all I can do for you. Goodbye."

"I see."

Xi Ri responded subconsciously, watching Cang Yi leave like lightning, then looked at the black stone whose body was covered with cracks, and clenched her fist.

Chapter 233: The Power of Thunder

. . . . . .

boom!

As the final electromagnetic cannon of the Striker was unleashed, Lingyin flew out of the burst of smoke and dust with her arms crossed, quickly adjusting her posture.

"Hmm..."

Lingyin continued to float in the air, dodging the old crow's attack. The crow, carrying corrosive energy, flew towards her, but she then wiped it away with the wind.

"It's never going to end..."

She took a deep breath and looked at the two of them with difficulty.

—As time passed, the Striker Finale seemed to have gained more control over its body. It released monstrous mist and attacked her with even greater speed.

If it were a one-on-one fight, even if it did this much, it wouldn't pose any threat to Lingyin. But the enemy also has an old man named Raven, and she has to control her strength so as not to destroy the final form.

In this battle where she was hampered by her own limitations, Lingyin could only hope that the other side could finish off their opponent as soon as possible.

Boom!

Just then, a thunderclap appeared, swiftly slicing open the shoulder of the Striker's final form and severing its arm in one blow.

"Varied--"

Lingyin froze, and the old man with the crow also stopped moving, looking solemnly at the figure that had suddenly appeared.

"—Long time no see, Lingyin."

Cangyi stood on the ground, gripping the scabbard of his katana, and spoke in a cold tone.

"You are... Cangyi?"

Lingyin had heard of this person's existence from Huangyi and Xiri, but she never expected her to appear here.

But soon, her pupils contracted as she looked at the Striker Finale—unwilling to accept having one arm severed, it raised its mechanical arm behind her and slammed it down on the Azure Wing.

"Stop, Cangyi! It and my sister..."

"--I know."

Cangyi casually raised his scabbard and blocked the heavy punch.

The shockwave spread, her skirt fluttered, and Cangyi stood still, without even a crack appearing beneath her feet after taking the hit.

Seeing this, the old crow silently flew away:

"Let's evacuate here first..."

With a flap of his wings, he quickly flew into the air and escaped the place.

"Wait a moment......"

Lingyin wanted to catch up with him, but she couldn't give up the final form of the Assault Warrior here, and an anxious look appeared on her face.

"Don't worry, they wouldn't dare."

Cangyi turned her head and looked towards the sea. Though her eyes were obscured by the mask, her sharp aura was still palpable.

“Your father is a man who values ​​profit to the extreme. His daughter will soon become the second Lingyin, so now, he is more anxious than you to keep her alive.”

As Cangyi spoke, he raised his other hand, reached for the scabbard that had blocked the Striker's final punch, and grasped the hilt:

"No matter what, he's still that incompetent weakling, a stray dog ​​who can't survive without relying on the strong, a piece of trash stuck in the swamp called 'the past' and unable to climb out—"

Cangyi's sharp voice traveled through the final form of the Striker to the distant cruise ship, and even Lingyin was stunned by her words.

Cangyi slowly drew his blade, and his body vanished from the spot once again like a thunderclap.

— Clang!

Three white lightning bolts slashed through the Striker's remaining arm and waist in succession. The final strike, like a blade at its sharpest point, appeared above the Striker's head and cleaved its body in two.

The Striker's final form froze in place, slowly splitting apart before exploding into flames.

boom!

The black energy surged and spread, and Cangyi raised his hand, revealing the wrist guard on his left hand.

This wristband is somewhat similar to the bracelet that Yuzhi is wearing, but it is much larger. It is a metal wristband inlaid with pale gemstones.

The chaotic black energy twisted in the air, yet slowly surged towards Cangyi, eventually being completely absorbed by her wristband.

After doing all this, Cangyi closed his eyes, the light around his body gradually faded, and he returned to his original form as Huangyi.

"Hmm..."

Huang Yi struggled to open his eyes, his body swaying as he was about to collapse when Ling Yin caught him.

"Huangyi! Are you alright?"