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

In that case, the only way is to turn the passive situation into an active one!

"Whether you fight or not is not up to you!"

The black calamity dragon's head roared, transforming into tangible sound waves that stirred up spatial fragments, rushing towards Qing and threatening to completely engulf her petite body.

Under this destructive torrent, even those at the Sequence level would only suffer severe injuries. Qing did not choose to take the hit head-on. Instead, a layer of auspicious energy emanated from her body, carrying her away from the coverage of the spatial torrent.

How could Si Mo let her go? She flapped her wings, which blotted out the sky like clouds hanging from the heavens, and the sky seemed to lower with her flapping wings.

Qing adhered to his principles, refusing to confront Si Mo directly, and with a graceful, dragon-like movement, sped away into the distance.

However, having mastered the power of space, the speed of the silk threads was almost the fastest in the world. Space was like paper in front of her, shattering directly. She held onto Qing's tail tightly, not letting her out of her sight, and continued to launch attacks.

The two supreme beings flew all over the entire Tibet Province, and all living beings stared in horror at the direction they flew, their hearts filled with indescribable shock.

These two beings, who are both considered taboo, are actually fighting?

Moreover, one side was actually being chased and beaten by the other side!

Is the world crazy, or are they crazy?

The Skeleton Hunters and the Sky Dome were still processing what had happened that day; one wave subsided only for another to rise, each event a major event that shook the entire world.

They couldn't possibly be unaware that this was merely a one-sided declaration of war by Si Mo. The fact that the Mirage Dragon had been avoiding battle and was wary of someone was self-evident.

"Are you ever going to stop?!" Qing's delicate eyebrows furrowed, and her bright yellow eyes shone like two suns, radiating an extremely brilliant light.

But what responded to her was an even fiercer attack from the silk threads, which plowed up the entire ground like a bulldozer.

Qing's brows furrowed with increasing impatience. Si Mo was going too far, insisting on a life-or-death battle with her!

Finally, Qing's speed suddenly accelerated, leaving a phantom trail. A cyan-gold dragon crashed through the heavens and earth, and in an instant, the sun and moon lost their light. A dazzling rain of multicolored light seemed to pierce through space and time, opening a passage to another world.

Under the explosive power of the two supreme beings, the surrounding area became a vacuum environment, devoid of all things, forming a desolate wasteland where all living beings were doomed to extinction.

"Finally going to... uh?" Before Si Mo could even show her triumphant smile, the other party suddenly ran away, increasing their speed several times over, almost leaving her completely behind!

"Holy crap, you're utterly disgracing the immortals!"

Si Mo chased after it in a fit of rage, barely outpacing the Mirage Dragon by a hair's breadth, and the distance between them was gradually closing.

But the Mirage Dragon's actions once again surprised her—she returned to the place where the aurora and the Purple Star were!

"You—!" Si Mo reverted to human form, her eyes wide with rage, trembling with anger.

No, you scoundrel!

Once we get here, the fighting can't start, because the aftershocks of a fight would inevitably affect Yan Ziming's side. This guy has grasped the weakness of both sides!

Qing ignored her completely, standing a hundred feet away with his eyes closed.

She refused to believe that Si Mo would dare to start a major conflict with her here; she had calculated this precisely why she returned to this place.

Si Mo was furious with her, but she couldn't leave Qing alone here. She was worried that Qing might take advantage of her absence to do something, and then she would have nowhere to turn.

The only solution now is to stay here and wait it out with her!

Si Mo sat cross-legged directly opposite Qing, glaring at her fiercely. After a moment, she turned her gaze to the cluster of Ziwei stars.

【Yan Ziming, oh Yan Ziming, don't let us down...】

68. Calamity

Let's rewind to the moment Yan Ziming had just woken up.

The Purple Star paved a path for her, and the surrounding nuclear radiation was blocked by a layer of lightning barrier, but it did not seem very safe and looked like it could be broken through at any time.

Yan Ziming quickened his pace unconsciously.

"Come...this way..."

You can hear this voice directly in your mind. You can't tell if it's male or female. It just represents a thought and conveys the simplest meaning, like body language.

Yan Ziming was wary of this, fearing it might be a trap, but for some reason, he couldn't quite manage to do it completely, leaving a slight margin of error.

After walking several kilometers along the newly opened road, the Purple Star, which was originally only the size of a grain of rice in the field of vision, became half the size of a person, extremely charming, with the purest and most pristine lightning elements flying around, emitting a dazzling purple light, so bright that Yan Zimo could not open his eyes.

This horrified her. She was no longer considered human, so bright light wouldn't affect her vision.

But what she is experiencing now completely contradicts this.

With a heavy yet curious heart, Yan Ziming gradually approached. After walking a long distance, he discovered that a thousand meters north of Ziwei Star, there was a thick 'vine' with many branches hanging down from its roots, and many dazzling crystals hanging from the ends of the branches.

The first glance at the crystal was like looking directly at suns pressed against one's face; the scorching heat was overwhelming. Yan Ziming subconsciously looked away, unable to look directly at it any longer.

I raised my hand in front of my face, spread my fingers, and roughly counted them. I found that there were about a hundred branches hanging down, as if they covered the sky.

More importantly, the pressure emanating from it was something Yan Zimo had only ever felt from a Sequence-level being.

"Branches, vines... Could this be?!"

She remembered the entity that had caused the complete destruction of Tibet.

It was this that caused Tibet to become a deep-red occupied area, causing great distress to the entire nation and seriously threatening the lifeline of China.

aurora!

A highly unique sequence-level being, possessing innate skills that made it a threat to humanity that once rivaled that of the now-dead Earth Rift Netherworld.

For the Chinese people, it is a threat far greater than the earth-shattering underworld; it has brought too much pain and suffering, which is unforgettable and a lifelong nightmare for some.

[Then who exactly is this Ziwei Star?] Yan Ziming wondered in horror.

At such close range, Yan Ziming could see clearly that the aurora was locked in a stalemate with the Purple Star, engaged in a fierce struggle!

This alone is enough to prove that Ziwei Star is also a sequence-level existence.

"Great... Elemental Spirit... please assist... in victory..."

The voice rang in Yan Ziming's mind again, but this time it took a different form; it wasn't a thought, but rather a sound.

Although the pronunciation seemed somewhat unclear, Yan Zimo could roughly understand its meaning.

She was now less than a hundred meters away from Ziwei Star, and shouted, "Who are you?"

"I am......"

The Purple Star remained silent for a long time, seemingly unable to explain itself.

Yan Ziming sighed.

How to do?

It said it would help it, but besides that, what other path could it take?

Judging from its posture, it seems that both the aurora and the aurora are completely focused on this battle, and unless one side wins, the aurora will never be able to get out.

If Aurora wins, it will be no different from being dead.

The Purple Star in front of him didn't seem to have any ill intentions towards him. Besides it, who else could Yan Zimo help Aurora?

More importantly, Yan Ziming trusted her intuition; this Ziwei star did not provoke any rejection from her.

"What are you doing?" Yan Ziming skipped the initial question and went straight to the point.

"I'm fighting...that guy."

It's getting smoother and smoother.

Yan Ziming noticed the change and asked, "I can see that, but what are you arguing about?"

She found it strange; weren't battles between Sequence-level beings usually earth-shattering events? How could it be a prolonged stalemate like this?

"I don't know... I just... appeared here... and then it came over."

"Well......"

Yan Ziming still had a few things he didn't understand, such as why the Purple Star had unwittingly intruded into the Aurora's territory? And...

What exactly is it?

This is clearly not a mutated species, but the oppressive aura emanating from it is definitely at the sequence level.

"Ok?"

Yan Ziming suddenly moved his foot off the ground and realized that something seemed wrong with the soil—lightning.

Suddenly, deafening lightning struck everywhere. Yan Ziming initially ignored it, but upon closer inspection, the soil here seemed to have transformed into something else entirely.

She closed her eyes and used her control over lightning to sense it. Just half a second later, she suddenly opened her eyes!

"You, what exactly are you? This, this, you did this?!"

Yan Ziming pointed to the Purple Star and stammered as he spoke.

She rarely lost her composure like this in her life; today was one of the rare occasions.

Because when she closed her eyes to feel it, what she saw was a sea of ​​lightning that almost suffocated her!

What a dense concentration of lightning element! It flowed densely underground, pressing down on her like a ten-thousand-meter-high hurricane. Before it, she felt so insignificant...

This is understandable, after all, the other party is a Sequence Level, while he is just an eighth-level 'mortal', so it is normal to have such a feeling.

But what Yan Ziming cared about most wasn't that, but rather...

How does it do that?