It started when a bloody rain was about to fall.

Just as the Frost Quartet's attack arrived, Ye Qingrou's counterattack was even more exquisite.

She then divided the surging extreme cold energy into two streams:

One path continues to transform into healing heat energy, while the other is recoded by her using life energy as a medium as "the fire of life".

Emerald flames ignited on the surface of the light curtain that had begun to freeze.

Those were flames that rebounded after the temperature dropped to its lowest point; they weren't hot, but rather "cooled back."

When the emerald flames meet the gray-blue snowflakes, they do not melt, but rather annihilate each other.

Each snowflake, consumed by the flames, burst forth with dazzling light, illuminating the ruins as if it were daytime.

The clash between cold and heat creates a spectacular aurora of energy on the surface of the light curtain, with emerald and gray-blue intertwining, twisting and rotating, like two ancient dragons locked in battle in the sky.

But this ingenious transformation also cost Ye Qingrou dearly.

At this moment, blood seeped from her nostrils and ears.

Bleeding from all seven orifices, she was breathtakingly beautiful in the emerald light; the blood was emerald red with a faint fluorescent glow.

It slid down her cheeks, condensed at her chin, and dripped to the ground, one drop at a time.

Each drop blossomed on the ground into a fleeting crimson flower, as clear as jade, with tiny runes flowing on its petals—life's final signature.

At the same time, the data on the Wolf's tactical goggles was jumping wildly, and the numbers were flashing so fast that they were almost impossible for him to catch with his naked eye.

"Conversion efficiency peaks at 63%... She evolved during battle? No, she's burning her life force to advance her realm! Gravity suppression, now! Fire Wheels, prepare!"

Upon hearing this, the six gravity-type ability users simultaneously knelt on one knee and pressed their hands down.

These six people were short but unusually sturdy, as if they had been compressed by an invisible force.

Their skin was lead-gray with fine black lines on the surface, resembling a visual map of gravitational field lines.

What's most peculiar is their surroundings: the dust, rubble, ruins, and even the light all appear to bend slightly around them, as if they themselves were walking sources of gravity.

Twisted gravity runes appeared in his palm.

Those are not ordinary runes, but a mathematical expression of spatial curvature, a manifestation of Einstein's field equations at the level of supernatural abilities.

They compressed all their supernatural abilities into six invisible force walls, simultaneously squeezing the space where Ye Qingrou was located from above, below, left, right, front, and back.

Suddenly, the space emitted a groan of unbearable pressure. This was not a personification, but a genuine groan from the space itself under the weight.

That was the lament of the universe's laws being distorted; it was the world crying out, reality collapsing.

At the same time, the light distorts into bizarre arcs, bypassing that area and creating an absolute visual blind spot, as if that place no longer belongs to this world and has been erased from reality.

The ground sank three feet, forming a perfectly hemispherical pit.

Tiny spatial cracks spread along the edge of the pit, like cracks in glass. These cracks expanded, swallowed everything, and dragged everything into nothingness.

Just then, Ye Qingrou's body suddenly sank, her knees buckled, and she braced herself with her hands on the ground.

The knuckles turned white from the exertion, and the bones emitted a faint, mournful sound.

She could hear her bones groaning and feel tiny cracks appearing on each bone.

The cracks were spreading, deepening, tearing her apart from the inside.

At the same time, the emerald light curtain hummed at a high frequency, the sound so sharp that it exceeded the upper limit of human hearing, yet it directly affected the soul.

There was a message in that voice:

She is enduring, she is persevering, and she has not given up.

At the same time, Ye Qingrou's emerald light intensified, and then billions of fine energy threads appeared on the surface of the light screen, weaving into a complex three-dimensional network.

Like the neural network of a living organism, it evenly distributes the terrifying gravity to every node.

Those nodes light up and then go out, like the breath of the starry sky, like the last pulse of life.

Seeing this, the six members of the gravity team sneered.

As they simultaneously changed their hand seals, the direction of gravity began to "rotate".

The force field, which was originally applying pressure from six directions simultaneously, began to rotate at high speed around the light curtain, and gravity turned into a "gravity vortex".

The light curtain was twisted, pulled, and rotated, and the energy threads were twisted into a spiral.

Even more terrifying, the gravitational vortex generated "tidal forces," and the gravitational intensity difference between different areas of the light curtain reached a hundredfold, causing the domain structure to be violently torn apart.

Ye Qingrou's body also suffered the same torment. The gravity on her head was fifty times that on her feet, and blood either rushed to her head or was drawn out of her brain.

Her vision began to blur, and her consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse under the tearing force of gravity.

But she did not collapse.

Ye Qingrou plunged her hands into the scorched earth beneath her feet, her ten fingers like roots reaching deep into the ground.

Then, the jade energy extends along the earth's veins, building a massive "anti-gravity root system" underground. It does not counteract gravity, but rather shares gravity with the earth.

She connected herself to the 10,000 tons of ruins beneath her feet, making gravity evenly distributed throughout the system.

Then the light curtain stopped rotating, and the energy threads were rewoven. This time, instead of a neural network, they were woven into a "gravity grid," with each energy thread bearing a portion of gravity, forming an adaptive suspension structure.

At this moment, the six members of the gravity team were sweating profusely. They felt their gravity field being "shared." The gravity that was originally concentrated on Ye Qingrou was being distributed by the earth, the ruins, and even the air.

"Now! Blazing Sun Wheels - Six Suns Soaring Through the Sky!"

On the other side, seeing that the two sides were deadlocked, the Rotten Wolf said in a sinister tone.

Six fire-type ability users leaped into the air, their hands forming hand seals that quickly became afterimages.

The six people had reddish skin with magma-like cracks on the surface, from which a dazzling orange-yellow light shone.

Their hair wasn't hair, but clusters of burning flames, each a different color—some were dark red, some orange, some almost incandescent…

Their eyes were pure fire holes, without pupils or irises, only firelight of different temperatures dancing within them.

Each hand seal leaves a trail of burning in the air.

Then a huge flame totem appeared behind the six people, from which six crimson gold fire wheels, each one meter in diameter, flew out.

That wasn't fire; it was plasma condensed to its extreme, the state of matter at the core of a star.

The rim has a flowing, lava-like sheen, and the core temperature reaches 5,000 degrees Celsius!

Wherever it passed, the air ionized into plasma, producing a deafening roar, as if six miniature suns had descended upon the earth.

Six fiery wheels traced bizarre trajectories!

Instead of a straight line, it follows a mysterious energy curve, simultaneously bombarding six weak points exposed by the deformation of the light curtain due to gravity from six tricky angles.

However, the Fire Wheel Group did not give up.

Then, all six of them simultaneously bit their tongues, spitting out their life essence, which was the spark containing the origin of their lives.

The essence and blood merged into the fire wheels, and the six fire wheels instantly expanded to three times their original size, their color changing from crimson gold to blazing white, and then from blazing white to a strange purplish-black.

That's a visual illusion caused by the temperature so high that the visible spectrum blue-shifts into the ultraviolet band, and then continues to rise from the ultraviolet band.

Even more terrifying, the six fire wheels began to "breathe".

They expand and contract synchronously; each contraction absorbs heat from the surroundings, and each expansion releases stronger thermal radiation.

The six wheels resonate, forming a "thermonuclear fusion chain reaction." Spontaneous fusion begins in the space between the fire wheels: hydrogen atoms fuse into helium, helium fuses into carbon, and carbon fuses into oxygen...

Then, six miniature stars were born on the surface of the light curtain, pushing the temperature to 10,000 degrees Celsius, just like six suns simultaneously overhead.

The surface of the light curtain began to melt, not physically, but because the energy structure underwent a phase change at extreme high temperatures, and the luster of the jade began to show a liquid-like flow.

The next moment, the crimson gold and the emerald collided, unleashing a brilliance that surpassed even the core of the sun.

In an instant, the world lost its color.

The intense light caused everyone to be temporarily blinded, leaving a burning afterimage on their retinas.

The afterimage lingered for a long time, as if one had witnessed the light of creation at the birth of the world, or the final brilliance at the destruction of the universe.

Then, the radiant energy storm spread outwards in a spherical shape at the speed of light.

The ruins within a hundred meters radius vanished instantly; they didn't collapse, but were completely erased at the molecular level.

The ground melted into a boiling glass lake, its surface shimmering with iridescent colors, and bubbles bursting, spewing out scalding liquid.

The slurry was still burning when it hit the ground, turning more land into scorched earth.

The shockwave ripped up distant debris and rubble, creating a scene resembling apocalyptic sandstorms.

Those wrecked walls tumbled, disintegrated, and burned in the air, eventually turning into ashes and scattering like the ashes of civilization.

At the heart of this destruction, the emerald light in Ye Qingrou's eyes exploded into a vortex of stars.

Then the six light curtain nodes that were hit by the fire wheel simultaneously opened into six giant "energy lotuses".

The lotus blooms so slowly it's as if time has stopped; the petals unfold layer by layer, each petal inscribed with microscopic life runes.

The runes were burning, releasing, and enacting the entire process of life from birth to death.

From the division of the fertilized egg to the formation of the embryo, to the baby's first cry, to the teenager's running, to the young adult's love, to the middle-aged weariness, to the old age's memories, to the last breath...

At the same time, the lotus heart is not the stamen of a flower, but a rotating emerald galaxy, a microscopic model of life evolution.

It contains swirling nebulae, the birth of stars, the formation of planets, and life sprouting, multiplying, and creating civilizations on those virtual planets...

Those civilizations will experience glory, war, and decline, and finally return to dust, just like everything that once existed on these ruins.