The villain, caught in a chaotic situation, only wants to boost his popularity.

"Could this be the second trial mentioned by that exorcism group—the inner demon?!" Xuehua stared intently at the approaching silver light.

"Why didn't the records mention that this 'inner demon' was actually a physical entity?!"

Before the words were finished, the mirror image of the inner demon [Xuehua], or as she is called "Mirror Xuehua", had already plummeted down like an out-of-control meteor.

The point of dive was precisely where Mu Jing was.

Silver flames surged around her without stopping for a moment.

"Quick, break through the Saint Mark!" Without hesitation, Mu Jing picked up Xue Hua around the waist and began to run wildly towards the edge of the cliff.

"Stigmata Breakthrough—"

"Armor of Judgment!"

Xuehua understood instantly, without the slightest hesitation.

Mu Jing has already gained the approval of the Holy Judgment and is able to receive its protection.

The next second, the sacred artifact in Mu Jing's hand suddenly burst out with dazzling light and shattered into countless fragments with a "boom"!

Silver fragments swarmed around the galloping Mu Jing like a bee.

Thighs, chest, arms... rapidly rotating, gathering, and adhering.

In the blink of an eye, holy armor covered Mu Jing's entire body.

"Well then, see you later!" Mu Jing looked up at Jing Xuehua, who was swooping down.

Behind him was a sheer cliff hundreds of meters deep, its bottom unseen.

Below him were rows of high-rise buildings and crisscrossing streets—his goal in running was never to escape, but rather a "tactical attack."

Ahead of him, Jing Xuehua was rapidly approaching, her body surrounded by dazzling silver flames, like a silver lotus blooming in the air.

The next moment, Mu Jing turned and leaped away.

The feeling of weightlessness gripped Xuehua once again.

A fierce gust of wind swept across her face from below, making her long, silvery-white hair flutter and dance upwards.

Xuehua subconsciously looked up at the edge of the cliff from which they had just jumped.

The shrinking anemone suddenly exploded, emitting a blinding light!

A moment later, the light disappeared, revealing a huge, semi-circular crater that had been blasted open!

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Jing Xuehua's gaze pierced through layers of gray mist, meeting Xuehua's eyes intently.

That gaze was cold and resolute.

Then the familiar anemone bloomed once again on the edge of the cliff.

It hurtled toward them like an out-of-control meteor.

"Splash splash splash—"

Ten seconds later, the two people who were falling rapidly finally "crashed to the ground".

A white light shone again from the soles of Mu Jing's feet, and he stopped precisely at the edge of the rooftop of a thirty-story building.

The violent descent created a strong wind that kicked up dust and smoke.

But the sense of danger that felt like a fishbone stuck in his throat did not disappear, because a blinding silver light was still rushing forward at high speed!

"How slow!" he exclaimed disdainfully, looking up at the sky.

Mu Jing remained calm, even taking a few steps forward with a leisurely air.

Just as the silver light drew ever closer, as if a collision was about to occur at any moment, Xuehua's heart was in her throat.

Mu Jing jumped down again!

The silver light became even closer and more dazzling!

The silver light exploded again, releasing a dazzling brilliance!

Boom!!!

The entire high-rise building collapsed with a roar!

The sound of reinforced concrete cracking was deafening.

The entire building collapsed to the ground as if it had been cleaved in two by a giant axe.

The collapse occurred directly in the direction of the two people who were falling!

Approaching rapidly!!!

Only five meters!

Xuehua's heart almost stopped. The glass embedded in the building clearly reflected the two figures, and the cracked lines spread like a spider web.

"boom--"

The armor behind Mu Jing slammed into the tilting building, sending shards of glass flying like a torrential rain!

Several scratches of varying depths appeared on the silver armor instantly!

"BOOM!!!"

The tall buildings crashed heavily to the ground, sending plumes of smoke and dust billowing into the sky.

Xuehua's tightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly. When she opened her eyes, she saw a bottomless crater smashed into the center of the ruins.

Jing Xuehua knelt in the silver light, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, yet her gaze remained piercing, fixed intently on her.

At the same time, the [real-world comment section] instantly erupted in excitement—

"Those two explosion scenes were so intense! The budget was burning! Every frame was money being spent!"

"This talent is outrageous! Even though Jing Xuehua was almost exhausted after surviving two falls from great heights, Mu Jing is still alive and kicking?"

"No, no, no, it wasn't the psionic energy that was powerful, it was Mu Jing's prediction and execution! He would have been minced meat if he'd been even slightly off!"

"Hajime must have read the script beforehand, right? How could he predict things so accurately?"

The audience was completely immersed in this thrilling chase!

Mu Jing was indeed someone who had "read the script" beforehand.

Countless lonely nights were spent with only "Night of Destiny" as his companion.

He had dodged demons and ventured into the Mirror Realm labyrinth countless times in the game, knowing every inch of the terrain like the back of his hand.

To trigger [Divergence], the most important thing is "cognition".

"Cognition" refers to the essence of two objects, and "cognition" refers to the timing of their contact.

When both things are "cognized" simultaneously, everything can be "dissociated".

The reason he survived the fall was because he was able to activate [Divergence] 0.2 seconds before hitting the ground, separating his feet from the ground.

Anyone who uses this skill will be smashed into a pulp.

Mu Jing stared at Jing Xuehua wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, muttering to herself.

However, the sudden appearance of Jing Xuehua was an unexpected variable.

But within seconds, he had already devised a plan for victory in his mind.

The so-called weak are those who use everything available to achieve victory step by step.

His previous preparations were originally intended to deal with Mirror Eagle and Mirror Skyblade.

After all, Xuehua has never entered the Mirror Realm Maze in any of the main storylines.

"Kyo-kun, leave her to me." Xuehua interrupted Mu Jing's thoughts, her eyes suddenly sharpening as she stared intently at Jing Xuehua, who was about to get up.

The other person was like her reflection—the same stubborn gaze, the same sacred marks, the same beliefs.

Yet she resembled the woman she loathed so much, and this contradictory feeling inexplicably irritated her.

"No, your holy power hasn't recovered yet." Mu Jing refused with concern, after all, he wouldn't let go of any opportunity to boost his popularity.

Before Xuehua could argue, Jing Xuehua suddenly clenched her fist, looked up to the sky, and murmured, "Mother, I will use this sacred artifact to save others until the end of my life!"

"Mother?" Xuehua's brows furrowed instantly.

This title was like a thorn piercing her heart, causing the holy power within her to surge suddenly:

"Do you really want to be controlled by that useless woman's words for the rest of your life?"

Jing Xuehua suddenly looked up, her silver eyes blazing with murderous intent: "You demons, don't even think about interfering with my beliefs! Only by killing you can everything be saved!"

"Holy Judgment, Arm!" Upon hearing this, Xuehua seemed to be possessed, ignoring Mu Jing's concerned reply, and instead sternly chanted the incantation.

Mu Jing quietly stepped aside—he knew that this duel between "light and shadow" could only be completed by Xue Hua herself.

In an instant, pieces of Mu Jing's silver armor peeled off and surged toward Xue Hua like a silver dragon.

Enveloped in silver light.

Clad in holy armor, wielding two swords, and with a pair of shimmering silver wings unfurling behind her, Xuehua charged toward Jing Xuehua like a god of war.

"Zheng—"

The crisp sound of the two swords clashing cut through the dust, and two silver rays intertwined and collided in the ruins.

Each swing of the sword brought forth a sharp wind blade, swirling up countless fragments.

"This is the oath I swore with my soul!" Jing Xuehua's sword moves were ruthless and decisive, each strike aimed directly at vital points, forcing Xuehua to retreat.

"You really are just like that stubborn woman!!!" Xuehua brandished her silver sword in disgust:

"Saint Che—"

"Saint Che!" Almost simultaneously, the same tone and voice uttered the word.

Suddenly, the wings of light behind the two women unfurled angrily!

Two silver figures conjured a huge tornado, stirring up dust and smoke.

The two figures kept intersecting in the smoke and dust.

"Zheng—"

"Zheng—"

"Zheng—"

In an instant, countless sword cries rang out.

Soon, the wind stopped.

A silver figure was thrown out first.