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

However, Yan Ziming still has some things she really wants to complain about.

It is said that each prehistoric civilization has its own area of ​​expertise. The Saranti are good at the field of genetics, and the civilization to which Lance and his people belong must be good at the tortoise shell tactic!

Yan Ziming was exasperated. He waved his hand, and there was movement in the pile of rubble behind him.

boom!

An explosion erupted from the rubble pile, and through control of Bai Ye, Balor, who was trapped under the rubble, was pulled out.

Because Bai Ye was restraining him at the time, but also protecting him, he didn't suffer much damage from the landslide.

Even after being pulled out, Barol still stared wide-eyed at Yan Ziming, wishing he could tear her to pieces.

However, maintaining the operation of White Night is also a major drain on resources, especially when it comes to trapping a power user like Barol, who is skilled in strength-based abilities.

Its own energy is being consumed at a very rapid rate.

"You should die first."

In order to deal with this "power hog", Yan Zimo once again conjured the Spear of Victory, ready to pierce Barol's body.

If it weren't for this bastard suddenly interfering, the deal would have been completed, Lance and the others would have gone to their uncle's house to 'confess,' and he might have even been awarded a first-class merit.

If this guy hadn't said that... things wouldn't be in this mess now!

Barol is going to die, how could Lance and the others let Yan Zimo succeed?

Barol is at least an eighth-tier combatant, and he can share the burden of Bai Ye's attacks. We can't let him be killed like this.

The old man reached out, and a barrier extended from the light screen, blocking Barol's path forward.

"It's so annoying."

Yan Ziming frowned, opened her mouth and blew out a breath containing an extremely rich amount of lightning element, which caused her elemental transformation to shrink to a certain extent, but then filled it back in the next moment.

The storm formed by the scorching lightning surged forward with a roar, engulfing Lance and his companion.

Then, the disc shone again, and lightning circled around it, ready to be swallowed up like the spear of victory.

Yan Ziming suddenly had a somewhat immature idea.

In an instant, the tip of her index finger turned bluish-purple, the air became incredibly hot, and the high temperature caused everything around it to ignite.

Yan Ziming's index finger also turned into an extremely ominous dark red light. Just a glance at it with the naked eye was enough to cause a burning sensation and bring tears to one's eyes.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Yan Ziming, who was originally facing the old man, suddenly turned around, and a dark red light burst out from his index finger, like a peerless sword that had just been drawn from its sheath, tearing the azure light screen in two like a rag.

This time, the attack was directed at Lance, who was blocking Yan Ziming's path.

It was too fast; there was no way to dodge it.

"Watch out!" the old man shouted, terrified. If anything happened to the prince, the consequences would be dire!

Fortunately, Yan Ziming was prepared when his index finger turned red. He and Lance used all their skills to condense the remaining light barrier into a single point and protect Lance's chest.

chi chi-

Lance could feel the high temperature rapidly corroding the defenses on his chest, and his ocean-blue hair was dry and curled up.

Taking advantage of this moment, Barol, no longer hindered by the light barrier, successfully reached Yan Zimo's side and was pierced through by the Spear of Victory.

It went in through the mouth and came out through that indescribable part. Barol's body quickly turned red, melted, and solidified into a sculpture whose original form was no longer discernible.

"Phew..." The guy who had been causing her trouble was finally dead, killed by her own hand. Yan Ziming breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking back at Lance, who was still struggling desperately under the bombardment of the Radiant Mortal Realm, Yan Ziming's lips curled into a cold smile.

Sure enough, the disc that Lance made sound so incredible wasn't invincible; it could probably only withstand one attack at a time.

It's probably that the greater the power of the attack, the longer it takes to 'digest' it, during which time it can't do anything else.

Otherwise, why would Lance have been willing to explain the disc's function to her after it swallowed her Spear of Victory in the first place?

Normal people would try their best to keep it a secret and catch the enemy off guard, which is why Klance explained it to her.

They're just trying to stall for time!

Yan Zimo knew how powerful the Spear of Victory was in its elemental form, and it would take a lot of time to fully digest it.

After that, Yan Zimo ignored him and headed straight for the depths.

"Don't leave! Leave your things behind—!!!"

The old man relentlessly pursued them, waving his hand and throwing out a disc. By this time, the energy on it had been almost completely digested, and it was shimmering with a mysterious light.

At this moment, Bai Ye no longer needed to waste his energy on the already dead Balor. He was summoned by Yan Zimo and transformed into a large net that enveloped the disc.

For some reason, Yan Ziming seemed to see a sly smile, like that of an old fox, in the old man's eyes.

Oh no!

Yan Ziming hurriedly withdrew Bai Ye, but it was too late. The disc merged into Bai Ye's semi-transparent barrier like water!

The white night, which was originally under her control, suddenly became disobedient, flickering as if it had encountered external interference.

Chapter 105 Malfunction

She, who originally had absolute control over Bai Ye, suddenly felt a strong struggle, as if she wanted to break free from her control.

"Hahaha—didn't I already say that this is a replica based on Bai Ye? You could say it's a part of Bai Ye!"

Lance, who had already escaped the illusory world, laughed heartily, though his lips were still trembling slightly, indicating that he was terrified.

He is exceptionally talented and has achieved such success at a young age. Given time, he may indeed lead civilization to glory.

But he is only at the seventh level now. If he touches Yan Zimo's elemental form, Radiant Red Dust will turn to ash.

In the end, they managed to barely hold on by using their special abilities in conjunction with the unique characteristics of their clan and with the help of the clan's elders.

He had never been so close to death in his entire life; he was really just a hair's breadth away!

Therefore, he hated Yan Ziming even more. If he had the chance, he would definitely capture her alive and torture her severely!

"We were originally from the same origin..."

Yan Ziming murmured to herself, thinking that she and Mo Xin had a similar relationship, and perhaps she could find a breakthrough in this area.

Well, there's no need for that.

Since the disc has already been held back by Bai Ye, what else can they use to defend against his attack?

Without the help of the disc, it would be impossible for them to block their attacks as easily as before!

Now that the old man is preoccupied with manipulating the disc to seize control of Bai Ye, he has no time to deal with him, which is the perfect opportunity to attack!

Without hesitation, the Spear of Victory pierced through the air towards the old man. Blue ripples appeared a meter in front of him, revealing water droplets leaping out of the water and splashing onto the old man's body.

The weight of a few drops of water felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. The old man groaned, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his face turned pale, indicating that he had suffered an injury.

Energy was gathering behind him. Yan Ziming turned his head and thrust out again from a distance. Lance was forced to trigger the attack prematurely.

Several arcs of electricity flashed through the air, and the bubble in front of Lance burst open as if it had been punctured.

Lance coughed up a mouthful of blood and staggered back ten steps, looking even worse than the old man. Yan Zimo was about to press his advantage and kill one of them first.

Yan Zimo took a step forward and was close to Lance in the blink of an eye, swinging the Spear of Victory horizontally.

click-

The moment he made contact with Lance, lightning exploded, and he was sent flying, leaving a large "T" shaped imprint on the wall, causing the surrounding stone walls to crack.

"You wouldn't move aside when I told you to, now you'll regret it!"

Without further ado, Yan Ziming thrust out the spear of victory, aiming for his head.

The impending death made Lance's hair stand on end, his pupils contract sharply, and the corners of his mouth twitch involuntarily.

The spear tip stopped just one centimeter from the tip of his nose.

At such close range, the flickering sparks of electricity seemed to conjure up images of that destructive, scorching heat eroding his body, turning him inch by inch into ashes.

However, the spear of victory is now unable to advance an inch.

Yan Ziming silently took a few steps back and turned his gaze toward the old man.

"Phew—" Lance, who had escaped death, breathed a deep sigh of relief, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

If you look closely, you'll see a semi-transparent barrier between him and Yan Ziming, which blocks the spear of victory, causing her to fail at the last moment.

"Well done, you're pretty quick." Yan Ziming said with murderous intent in his eyes.

I didn't expect to lose control so quickly. As expected, the other party's understanding of Bai Ye is beyond what I, who obtained the treasure halfway, can comprehend.

To be precise, it wasn't completely taken away, but rather a portion of it was taken away.

If calculated as a percentage, the old man has already seized more than 50% of the control, and Yan Ziming's control over Bai Ye will be weakened.

The most direct impact of this result is that she has to expend five times the energy to control Bai Ye.

Moreover, the encroachment on control continues, and the old man is gaining more and more control. Before long, Yan Ziming will lose all ownership of Baiye.

The situation had already put her at a disadvantage.

but!