I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Suddenly, Mu Mu took a light step forward from where she was retreating, and pressed forward with one hand. Barol's heart clenched, his eyes widened in horror, and he quickly turned his body to the side, his delicate hand landing on his shoulder.

With just a light touch, he was sent flying hundreds of meters as if he had been hit head-on by a train, bouncing on the ground more than ten times before stopping, each bounce leaving a sizable crater in the ground.

Immediately afterward, the Netherworld's attack arrived. The tidal wave of mental fluctuations resonated with the mental seed at Mu Mu's wound. Mu Mu felt as if a needle was pricking her mind, her vision became blurry, and she could not see anything in front of her. She cried out in pain.

"That's... the decisive blow!"

Barol suddenly reappeared from somewhere, his body showing no obvious damage from the impact... no, wait, his right shoulder was noticeably dented, and it was slowly repairing itself.

But just before the fist landed on Mu Mu, he suddenly felt a burning sensation rapidly approaching, along with the threat of death.

His survival instinct prompted him to retreat quickly.

As expected, a dark red beam of light swept across from the left, piercing through the rock wall and shooting straight into the sky. The space around it was scorched by the high temperature, and the ground surface also showed signs of crystallization.

He certainly wouldn't dare to resist head-on. Even the tyrant had to kneel after taking this blow from Radiant Mortal World, let alone him.

"General? With me here, you're still a long way off!"

Yan Ziming chuckled playfully, but his smile vanished upon seeing Mu Mu's miserable state. He quickly stepped forward to support her, his slender fingers tracing the edge of her shoulder wound as he asked with concern:

"Does it hurt? Let me blow on it for you."

"What nonsense! Are you making fun of me?!" Mu Mu rolled her eyes at her and said coquettishly, like a weak little woman. Yan Ziming was stunned.

"What are you looking at? The enemy hasn't left yet!"

Finding that the person she longed for day and night was not responding and was staring straight at her, Mu Mu's face turned red for no reason, and she said angrily.

"Huh? Oh, oh, oh! Leave the eighth-tier one to me, can you handle the ninth-tier one? Your ability is his nemesis."

Yan Ziming woke up with a start, nodded repeatedly, and stared solemnly at Barol and Youming.

Weren't there four? Why are there only two?

Because those two unlucky guys were sucked into the spatial rift when Mu Mu went berserk, and they died without even a trace of their faces or bones.

“Stopping him is no problem, but what about you? Can you handle an eighth-level opponent? I saw you were quite injured earlier.”

"..."

When Yan Ziming woke up, she saw that the Qilin's whiskers were missing another one. She immediately understood why she felt no discomfort at all, was in great shape, had inexhaustible energy, and was as hot as a furnace. She felt like her whole body was about to burn up!

In short, it was overdone.

"Shall I give you some?"

Before Mu Mu could understand what she was saying, Yan Ziming leaned in and kissed her!

Chapter Seventy-One: Stalemate

"Well..."

Mu Mu didn't expect Yan Ziming to be so affectionate in public. Putting that aside, it was the first time she had ever seen Yan Ziming kiss her on his own initiative. Her mind was a mess, and she forgot to resist.

— It was scorching hot, like a burning fire.

This was Mu Mu's first feeling. The warmth from Yan Ziming's body was transferred into her body through the liquid transmitted through his lips, and she herself became warm as well.

Soon, the two parted ways; time didn't allow them to continue their public displays of affection. Yan Ziming, her pretty face flushed, looked at her and said:

"How are you feeling? Any better?"

"What do you mean, how? I... Ah?!"

The wound on her shoulder was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her body was enveloped in a warm feeling. The injuries she sustained in the battle with Barol no longer hurt, and her condition was recovering better than she had imagined.

"Ha..." Yan Ziming exhaled, and the air in front of him distorted under his scorching heat. Mu Mu raised an eyebrow slightly.

"what happened to you?"

"It's so hot, and this is so nourishing. I was originally going to share more with you."

Yan Ziming waved her hand to her side to fan herself, as if that could dissipate the heat in her body.

It's more of a psychological comfort.

"Azure Thunder... I've finally found you!" Netherworld said with a cold expression.

He had just made a careful comparison and confirmed that the person in front of him was indeed their key target—Yan Ziming!

If Yan Ziming were still within the Beian Military Administrative Region, they would have no chance of capturing her.

Instead of staying in the Bei'an Military Administrative Region, she came to a place outside of China's sphere of influence. This is an opportunity delivered to her doorstep!

Once you miss this opportunity, you'll never have another chance to own this land!

The Netherworld launched a fierce attack, and their reinforcements were about to arrive. As long as the Chinese forces arrived later than they did, there was still a chance.

The sea of ​​consciousness surged, and a wave that startled everyone present spread out, generating countless killing intents that made Yan Ziming's scalp tingle.

This guy is the ninth-tier mental powerhouse who was chasing them!

Yan Ziming recognized him instantly; that aura was all too familiar, the one that had recently put them in a life-or-death crisis.

"I'll hold him off." Mu Mu only had time to say one sentence before she reopened her domain, with bands of light surrounding her, dreamlike and enchanting, outshining all the beauty of the world.

boom--

The two clashed fiercely. Although Mu Mu was on the defensive, her defense was impenetrable. No attack could penetrate her line of defense, and she firmly held back You Ming.

"Barol!" Ghost roared.

He himself was very wary of Mu Mu's spatial power, but Barol did not. He was an ability user of the same level as Mu Mu, so it was no problem for him to pose a threat to Mu Mu. At that time, he could also take advantage of the situation, just like he did just now.

Just as Barol was about to make a move, Yan Ziming blocked his path, saying in a very gentlemanly manner:

"Oh? Cang Lei, you're only at the seventh level, and you think you can stop me?"

"How will you know if you don't try? You'd better be prepared for all your yellow teeth to crumble!"

A blue light flickered in Yan Ziming's eyes. She desperately needed a place to release her pent-up energy, and fighting the enemy was the best option!

Without hesitation, she immediately set to work, unleashing her Thunder Domain, which covered Balor. A thin, iron-gray membrane appeared on Balor's body, which was easily pierced by lightning. However, an unexpected change occurred for Yan Ziming.

The lightning that pierced through the iron-gray membrane only advanced a few meters before its bluish-purple light gradually became tinged with the same iron-gray color as the membrane, and then completely solidified in mid-air.

"Metal? It's the same type as Old Wang's!" Yan Ziming exclaimed in surprise.

Countless bolts of lightning solidified into iron-gray models after passing through the membrane, quickly forming a steel forest full of lightning shapes!

Feeling the energy flowing through his body like a river, Barol praised:

"As expected of Azure Thunder, someone who can fight the Tyrant head-on must have the highest quality of this realm, right?"

That membrane was his domain, and he was starting to lose ground in his contest with Yan Ziming. His energy was being consumed too quickly, and he wouldn't be able to maintain it for long.

"Have you ever heard an old saying?" Yan Ziming mocked.

"Oh?"

"Villains die from talking too much!"

The density and power of the lightning surged dramatically; the steel forest struck by it instantly turned into molten iron, which sizzled and emitted wisps of smoke as it hit the ground.

A ring of lightning descended from the sky, encircling Barol before suddenly contracting, abruptly severing his domain by the intense heat, which he managed to evade.

"anything else!"

Rings shot out from Yan Ziming's hand, drawing dazzling sparks in the air, and the sound of the air being cut was incessant.

Barol was in a very awkward situation. Just like Mu Mu's ability to restrain You Ming, Yan Zi Mo's lightning with its extremely high temperature also had a restraining effect on him, although it was not as exaggerated as Mu Mu's.

"Don't get carried away, I'm an eighth-level expert!" Unable to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor any longer, Barol kicked the ground, instantly breaking through the sound barrier and making a shattering sound as he arrived in front of Yan Ziming.

"Close combat? Just what I want!"

In close combat, no one can withstand Raikiri head-on!

As Yan Ziming approached Balor, his right palm crackled with lightning. Maintaining his hand-blade stance, he chopped down Balor's incoming fist and wrist, severing Balor's seemingly indestructible hand.

"What? You can cut through... no, that knife with your bare hands!"

Suddenly, Barol noticed that Yan Ziming had a strange knife in his right hand. It was so dazzling that it was even more radiant and mysterious than the galaxy surrounding Mu Mu. Just one glance was enough to captivate his attention.

Appeared!

Among the organization's highlighted information about Yan Ziming, there's that blade that can annihilate everything!

Among the intelligence they collected was Yan Ziming's combat records, which showed that this knife appeared almost every time. Any mutated species would be injured if it was cut, and if a vital point was hit, it would die instantly!

Barolche experienced the power of Raich firsthand. His hand, enhanced by supernatural abilities and with a density comparable to diamond, was severed in a single exchange. How could he not be surprised?

His expression became much more serious. In close combat, the opponent had a huge advantage with this knife.

"What? Still want to continue?" Yan Ziming said mockingly.

"I already said, I am an eighth-order rank." Barol, whose hand had been severed, seemed to feel no pain at all and said calmly.

Just then, an unexpected event occurred.

The arm that had fallen to the ground suddenly sprang up with incredible speed, striking Yan Ziming in the abdomen and sending her flying against the nearby rock wall.

"Wow—you can do that? You're amazing!"

Yan Ziming spat out a mouthful of blood, but her momentum became even more fierce. The effect of the Qilin whiskers was better than any stimulant. This injury would only hurt her for a while and would heal quickly.