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

But this pride is under serious threat.

Despite the endless lightning strikes, the word "kill" on his back extinguished countless attacks for him. Like a white tiger, he rampaged unimpeded and finally broke through to Yan Ziming's side.

He swung his sword down.

Yan Zimo countered with a spear.

click-

The sound of something hard snapping was heard as the spear of victory in his hand was cleanly severed by the sword, as if it were made of bamboo or wood.

Yan Ziming's expression gradually became serious, and in an instant, it coalesced into a spear of victory as he focused even more intently on dealing with the situation.

Then, Murong Haiyi slashed down with his sword again. The movement was not fast, but it made Yan Zimo feel that he was out of reach. Yan Zimo could only barely keep up with the movement and barely block it.

Under such a disadvantage, Yan Ziming was walking on thin ice and had no choice but to flap the light wings on his back to retreat to a safe distance and regroup.

After repeating this twice, the third time was the limit. For Yan Ziming, her psychological threshold had been crossed, and she had nowhere left to retreat.

It was as if time and space had stood still, and everything was frozen in this moment.

Everything around me, everything reflected in my eyes, everything at this moment, is like old wallpaper, faded, yellowed, and finally left with only a monotonous pale white, peeled off from its original position, and then completely turned into a gray expanse.

"If I retreat any further, where can I retreat to?"

A question posed from within.

Ethereal... ethereal... there's no way to get through, so why not just fight your way through!

Only by fighting can we win!

end!

The world returns to its origin.

Yan Ziming suddenly stood still like a javelin, unmoved, which made Murong Haiyi's eyes change slightly and his heart become a little more alert.

Having fought to this point, he had already unleashed most of his pent-up, frenzied killing intent, but he didn't want to end the battle, and neither did Yan Ziming. Both of them had poured all their glory into this fight.

Let this battle, separated by several years, and the regret of not being able to meet in the Civilization Cup, come to a perfect end here!

“Ah ...

Murong Haiyi used all his skills, employing various killing moves designed to slay large ferocious beasts, and the intensity of his attacks made it difficult for Yan Ziming to withstand them.

Yan Ziming's body was covered in countless wounds, and a sword aura even pierced her heart. Her vital energy was being continuously drained from her body, but she did nothing, focusing her mind to the limit, letting Murong Haiyi do as he pleased.

In the fierce wind, she desperately searched for a way out, carrying only a faint light that could be blown out at any moment.

Given this predicament, what should I do?

The spear of victory broke again and again, utterly defeated by the invincible strikes of the White Emperor Sword. The broken spear shafts, like a mound of sword fragments, were densely distributed all around, mottled and desolate.

Gradually, after countless collisions, the Spear of Victory, though still breaking at the slightest touch, surprisingly produced a metallic clang during its clash with the White Emperor Sword.

Yan Ziming's expression hardened as he felt the candlelight in front of him brighten slightly, making the path ahead a little clearer.

The hand wielding the spear of victory gradually gained strength, and several more spears broke. This time, upon impact, the spear stiffened and shattered.

This immediately ignited a fire in Yan Ziming's heart, and then the Starfire Plains stretched out before him, where starlight filled the view.

As more and more spears broke off around it, and after what seemed like the umpteenth collision, the Spear of Victory trembled, then bent and arched, like a great dragon soaring with thunderous force, launching a counterattack. It thrust horizontally, emitting a thunderous roar, a piercing sonic boom, and the clang of metal against metal, like a violent storm raging in a deep forest on a stormy night, the howling air and the shockwaves of steel sounding like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of gods!

"So what if I am the White Emperor? So what if I am a celestial being? I myself am the Thunder Spirit!"

As the girl finished speaking, the clouds in the night sky quietly gathered into a ring, and lightning pierced through the cloud ring, scattering into a rainbow of colors. One of the beams even shone down, extending from the sky above the abyss to her front.

Without further hesitation, we sang our way up to the rainbow.

At this moment, heaven and earth bestowed upon the new king the most magnificent crown.

93. One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand.

"?!"

Murong Haiyi stared in astonishment at Yan Ziming's transformation, as if she had ascended to immortality, with heaven and earth crowning her. The seven-colored light refracted through the clouds formed a crown above her head, as radiant as the morning sun and as pure as crystal.

What is this? Has she directly ascended to the Heavenly Realm? Otherwise, would there be such a huge commotion?

However, this was impossible. In Murong Haiyi's direct perception, Yan Ziming's aura had not increased much and was nowhere near Hun Tian's.

For some reason, he sensed that Yan Ziming was undergoing an internal change.

"Is this... the Spirit of the Elements?"

What shocked him even more was that he actually felt ashamed of himself.

Upon realizing this thought, he let out a painful howl, like a wounded wild beast.

How could his pride and self-respect allow him to have such thoughts?

"kill!"

Murong Haiyi roared, and the rolling sound waves transformed mid-air into a white tiger with its mane flying wildly. The majestic and arrogant aura emanating from its very bones testified to its pride, as if it wanted to rival the heavens.

A bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking the maned tiger with tremendous force, like a space-destroying cannon falling from the universe.

The large "Kill" character behind it flashed once. Such a terrifying lightning strike failed to harm him in the slightest, but it successfully hindered his momentum and forced him to retreat a distance.

This pause is very important; it's similar to 'building momentum' or 'accumulating momentum'.

There is an old saying, "One should strike while the iron is hot, but the momentum will wane after a second attempt and be exhausted after a third," which illustrates this principle.

If Murong Haiyi continues to forge ahead, he will gain the 'momentum', and this momentum will subtly determine the overall trend, making victory in the end a certainty.

Just like when his offensive was blocked, his momentum to win was instantly halted, and there was no follow-up. He had to pick up where he left off.

But will Yan Zimo give him this opportunity?

From this moment on, the momentum had changed hands, and she took over.

"Come again!"

Yan Ziming stepped forward with great enthusiasm, brandishing his spear of victory and thrusting it out with unstoppable force. The spear moved like a dragon, shredding all the space it passed through.

Murong Haiyi was naturally not to be outdone. In the realm of close combat, he had never been afraid of anyone's challenge!

With a roar, Murong Haiyi switched to wielding his sword with both hands and unleashed seven consecutive sword strikes, each one flying out like a neatly slicing blade through space.

A glint of cold light appeared first, accompanied by a terrifying tremor.

Yan Zimo changed his moves again, and with a sweeping motion, he seemed to be able to sweep away a thousand troops. He tore open a crack in the void, and the endless sea of ​​lightning that emerged from it completely destroyed the several energy blades.

The two darted back and forth amidst the raging storm. Yan Ziming was able to keep up with him with her speed, and a flap of her light wings would unleash a violent storm of lightning, keeping Murong Haiyi in check.

Most critically, Yan Ziming had already begun to cleanse the 'unclean' things left on her body by the White Emperor Sword, causing Murong Haiyi to lose the ability to continue fighting. This was his biggest weakness when facing Yan Ziming.

Quick victory!

He stopped pursuing speed and began to use a move that resembled a thousand horses galloping, each strike carrying immense force. As the battle intensified, the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder clashing with the enemy.

click-

After several clashes with the White Emperor Sword, the Spear of Victory finally succumbed to the pressure and broke again, causing the light in Yan Ziming's eyes to dim.

Then, another spear of victory appeared, incorporating other elements, and a fierce aura emanated from within it.

Murong Haiyi's expression changed. Was it her, or it?! Was it undergoing some kind of transformation through its confrontation with him, aiming to reach the same level as the White Emperor Sword?

This is impossible!

He could feel the change. The spear of victory, which used to break at a glance, had just forcefully repelled him. The change was so obvious that it was impossible not to notice.

In the ensuing clashes, although Yan Ziming was at a disadvantage many times, the spear of victory in her hand never broke again. The two divine weapons collided with each other in an incredibly realistic way, without the emptiness of colliding with something intangible.

Furthermore, Murong Haiyi could see a vertical blue line running upwards from Yan Ziming's waist. It was this line that gave her the power to wield the spear of victory against him.

However, it seems that the Spear of Victory is no match for the White Emperor Sword. It has been cut in many places by the White Emperor Sword, and in no time, it is covered in wounds, rust, and bloodstains. It looks like it has weathered countless years and fought countless battles.

As the battle progressed, Yan Ziming finally realized that he had been using the Spear of Victory too casually all along.

Looking at the scattered remnants of the spears of victory all around him, Yan Ziming couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow.

Before Rachel was lost, she had always used the Spear of Victory as a 'one-off' measure and had never been able to uphold the true meaning of the name 'Victory'.

If we do not go out, so be it; but if we do, let it be with thunderous force, and let the enemy's blood stain our bodies!

—It's time to put an end to this.

This idea occurred to both of them at the same time.

Yan Ziming was the first to make a move. She dodged backward, holding a tattered spear in her hand, and pointed it at Murong Haiyi.

The wings of light on her back shone brightest at that moment, and the spear in her hand was also aimed at Murong Haiyi. Then it turned into a ball of light, creating a dazzling phantom.

boom!

The character 'kill' behind Murong Haiyi was shattered by a lightning bolt! The broken characters, mixed with electric sparks, formed an incredibly fierce energy storm.

Yan Ziming's final move sealed the victory.

The sword mound, composed of the remains of the Victory Spears severed by the White Emperor Sword, emitted a crystal-clear light in that instant. The spear shafts crackled with electricity, which at that moment became the 'catalyst', causing countless bolts of lightning to fall in an instant!

Immediately afterwards, they all floated up under some kind of guidance, all pointing towards Murong Haiyi.

From that moment on, Murong Haiyi felt a chilling sense of crisis, knowing that the final moment had arrived, and he assumed a stance for a decisive battle.