Collapse Iron: Cosplaying the Near-Death Star, but with a full destiny.

With a howling wind that could crush everything.

The scent of death was practically touching Jingyuan's scalp.

At this critical moment.

The dark red sky suddenly cracked open.

There was no warning.

There is no process of energy accumulation.

It's like a piece of drawing paper that's been roughly torn in half.

A golden ray of light poured down from the crack.

The light was neither dazzling nor warm.

It carries a sense of antiquity, vicissitude, and desolation, as if it has witnessed the birth and death of all things in the universe.

Followed by.

Everyone witnessed a scene they would never forget.

Within that crack, a gigantic, indescribable phantom slowly emerged, half of its body protruding.

The shadowy figure was blurry and indistinct, and could only be vaguely discerned as a human shape.

It is surrounded by countless golden clock markings, and the rotation of each marking is accompanied by the distortion and reorganization of space.

"The End".

This is the power that belongs to time.

It is the destiny of all things returning to oneness.

The phantom did not make any extra movements.

It simply lowered its head slightly and looked at the giant, monstrous creature that was swaggering on the ground.

It's like a giant looking down at an ant at his feet.

then.

It stretched out a hand.

The palm was made of pure golden light, with countless complex runes flowing across it, as if recording the entire timeline of this monstrous creature from birth to death.

It appears slow, but it is actually extremely fast.

That giant golden hand arrived first, even though it was delayed.

Just as that monstrous creature's giant hand was about to touch Jing Yuan.

a slap.

He slapped it across the face.

boom------!!!

There was no bloodshed or carnage.

There were no screams or wails.

Even the sound of the collisions became somewhat dull and strange.

The moment that giant golden hand touched the creature's body.

time.

Within that small area.

It accelerated wildly.

One second is billions of years.

That once vibrant creature, capable of regenerating even after being cut in half.

Under this slap.

Its skin quickly dries out, ages, and cracks.

Its muscles atrophied, weathered, and turned into grayish-white powder.

Its proud "abundance" of life force evaporated instantly under the scouring of time, like snow under the scorching sun.

In the blink of an eye.

That mountain-like mass of meat.

Just as Jing Yuan's gaze froze in shock.

It collapsed.

It turned into dust that danced in the air.

It was like a gray-white rain, falling gently and steadily onto the battlefield.

Only that enormous handprint, deeply etched into the earth, served as the sole proof that this monster had once existed.

The wind stopped.

The shouts of battle seemed to be paused by this earth-shattering attack.

The entire neighborhood was deathly silent.

The golden phantom slowly dissipated.

It transformed into specks of light and gathered on the ground.

Jing Yuan remained in the position of holding the sword, as if he had been frozen in place.

He stared blankly at the huge, deep pit in front of him.

He looked up again, watching the ashes falling from the sky.

My mind went completely blank.

Just then.

The golden light that had gathered dissipated.

Two figures appeared.

One of them had gray hair and golden eyes, and was tall.

She was dressed in an outfit that seemed somewhat peculiar yet remarkably capable for the time.

The right hand that had just performed the "miracle" was casually flicked twice in the air, as if it had just swatted a mosquito and then felt its hand was dirty.

She turned around.

Their gaze fell on Jing Yuan, a young man covered in blood and looking completely bewildered.

"Yo."

The gray-haired woman spoke.

The voice was crisp and clear, carrying a relaxed and teasing tone that seemed out of place in this battlefield of carnage.

She strode over and walked a few steps to Jing Yuan.

I bent down slightly and got closer to that childlike face, which was filled with shock.

Those golden eyes reflected the boy's disheveled appearance.

"Child."

She reached out her hand, very naturally, even with a touch of indulgence.

He smacked Jingyuan's head, which was covered in dust and blood.

He ruffled his already messy white hair, which was already tangled by the helmet, making it look even more like a bird's nest.

"I don't think your situation is very good."

"Do you need any help?"

Jingyuan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He felt the warmth coming from above his head.

That was not an illusion.

It wasn't a fleeting moment before death.

This woman, who suddenly appeared and was ridiculously strong, is a real person.

"you……"

Jing Yuan opened his mouth.

The sound was dry, like two tattered cloths rubbing together.

He wanted to ask, "Who are you?", "What kind of deity are you?", and "How did you do that just now?"

But all those words stuck in my throat ended up as a single, incredibly silly monosyllable.

"……what?"

"Tsk."

Hoshi straightened up and put her hands on her hips.

He turned to Xing behind him and said.

"It seems our general was a bit of a simpleton when he was young."

"His reaction speed isn't even as fast as Yanqing's."

Xing, holding the Flame Spear, nodded silently.

"He's probably terrified."

"After all, what I did just now was a little... beyond the scope of my abilities."

At this moment, the creatures around them, who had been in a brief state of chaos due to their leader's death, finally came to their senses.

Although the biggest one is gone.

But the thirst for blood still drives them.

"Awooo—"

Several monsters with wolf heads and centipede-like bodies emerged from the shadows of the ruins.

They dared not attack that terrifying silver-haired woman.

So they set their sights on Jingyuan, who seemed the easiest to bully.

"Be careful!"

Jing Yuan's pupils contracted.

His body instinctively wanted to swing the knife.

But he was too tired.

That slash was weak and feeble, unable to even cut through the wind.

"Don't move."

A hand pressed down on his shoulder.

Gently push him back.

Dohoshi did not turn around.

She didn't even glance at the monsters that were lunging at her.

He simply raised his left hand.

He snapped his fingers.

Snapped.

Centered around her.

An invisible wave swept across the entire area in an instant.

That was the freezing of "memory," mixed with the chilling atmosphere of "hunting."

Those monsters that pounced in mid-air.

The movement suddenly froze.

It's like the screen is frozen.

Followed by.

Fine golden rays appeared on them.

That is the line that cuts off cause and effect.

Puff puff puff puff—

A series of muffled thuds.

A dozen or so monstrous creatures.

At the same time.

It was smashed into pieces all over the ground.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, so neat it looked as if it had been calculated with the utmost precision.

"The trash has been cleared."

Hoshi clapped his hands.

It was like doing something insignificant.

She looked at Jingyuan again.

This time, her eyes held less mockery and more seriousness.

"Alright, kid."

"Time to daydream is over."

"tell me."

Ye Xing pointed to the still blood-red sky above, where the energy fluctuations were most intense.

There, a dark sun could be vaguely seen, devouring the surrounding light.

"Bai Heng..."

"That fox-woman who piloted the star raft."

Where is she now?

Upon hearing this name...

Jingyuan's body jolted violently.

The previously somewhat confused look in his eyes instantly became clear, and then turned into extreme anxiety.

"Sister Bai Heng?!"

He grabbed Hoshino's sleeve.

They didn't care who the other person was.

It was like grasping at the last straw.

"She's up there! She's in heaven!"

Jing Yuan pointed at the black sun, his voice becoming shrill with fear.

"She's going to crash into that thing! She says that's the only way..."

"Quickly! Please!"

The boy's eyes reddened, and tears mixed with blood flowed down his face.

"You're so strong...you can definitely save her!"

"Quickly, save her!!!"

Ye Xing looked at the future general who was about to cry.

A slight pang of sadness welled up in my heart.

But more than anything, it was a sense of triumph, a feeling of being about to rewrite one's destiny.

"rest assured."

She grabbed Jingyuan's wrist with her other hand.

A gentle, abundant energy was injected into his body, instantly calming his turbulent blood and qi.

"I'm here."

Ye Xing looked up at the battlefield.

In the golden pupils, the countdown to the end had already begun.

"She won't die."

"Even the King of Hell wouldn't dare take her."

"I said it."

Done.

She let go.

Look at the stars beside me.

"Let's go, partner."

"Go get our 'group's darling'..."

"Take it back."

boom--

Two streaks of light shot into the sky.

Like two sharp swords, they pierced through the gloomy sky.

Heading straight for that all-consuming black sun.

Jingyuan remained where he was.

I stared blankly at the two figures from behind.

Feeling the warm current within my body rapidly repairing my injuries.

He wiped the blood and tears from his face.

Pick up the array sword from the ground.

Gritting his teeth, he propped himself up and stood up.

"Although I don't know who you are..."

The boy looked at the sky and muttered to himself.

"But... if we could really save Sister Bai Heng..."

"My life."

"They're yours."