Long Yuanxiang arrogantly... simply closed his eyes!

And Jibril.

As a creation of a high and mighty deity, how could she have ever seen such a prey that was so utterly unaware of its own mortality?

"Instead of running away from the Winged Race, they pushed out an ugly rock and then closed their eyes to wait for death?"

"Is this some new prayer ritual invented by you monkeys?"

Jibril covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes full of contempt.

That's it? She thought it was some interesting prey.

Caught off guard by her carelessness, Jibril blinked impatiently.

"Crack!"

The peanut, which had been standing motionless on the ground, instantly traversed a distance of tens of meters.

He clamped his grip tightly around Jibril's slender, snow-white neck!

Twist it hard!

"Om-!"

At this point, Jibril is still on the timeline before she killed the dragon spirit.

So they didn't react immediately.

Fortunately, the winged race possesses an unreasonable and formidable physical defense.

Jibril wasn't instantly killed, but...

"What is that!?"

Jibril winced in pain, a flash of shock and anger crossing her eyes.

She unleashed a magical blast powerful enough to flatten a mountain, slamming it into Peanut!

"boom!"

The smoke and dust cleared.

Jibril had assumed the rock had been blasted to smithereens.

But to her surprise, she discovered that she was in a blind spot when she was attacked.

Peanut reappeared behind her completely unharmed!

Those cold, stone arms, once again, gripped her neck tightly in the same position!

"Damn it! What kind of bizarre magic is this?!"

Jibril was genuinely bewildered.

If her gaze deviates even slightly, the other party will teleport over and attack like a leech.

In a short time.

Jibril was indeed dragged into a stalemate by the young scholar!

Hearing the continuous magical roars and Jibril's furious curses coming from above.

With his eyes tightly closed, Long Yuanxiang also planned to take advantage of the fact that the two high-scoring monsters were locked in a fierce battle and quickly and quietly retreat, ready to slip away at any moment.

Just then, a dark blue crack suddenly appeared in the space behind him.

Suwei stepped out of the crack, carrying the Yama Blade.

Seeing Long Yuanxiang's lewd and deaf appearance, Su Wei couldn't help but smirk.

"Stop looking, let's go."

"Or are you really planning to be buried with those two fighting gods in heaven?"

Upon hearing Su Wei's voice, Long Yuanxiang suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked at the long sword in Su Wei's hand, a strange sense of emotion flashing in his eyes:

"Tsk... If we're talking about usefulness, this knife in your hand is definitely the best. It cuts through space like it's tofu."

He paused, then changed the subject:

"However, I originally planned to come to you directly. But since you've taken the initiative to come to me, I have an even better idea."

Long Yuanxiang pointed to the top of his head:

"Your [Yama Blade] can directly break open the 'exit gate' leading to leaving this world, right?"

Su Wei followed his gaze and glanced at the man and stone fighting fiercely in the sky, then frowned slightly:

"It doesn't make sense. Why are you asking this?"

Long Yuanxiang grinned, looking like a complete villain:

"That makes things easier."

"See that broken rock in the sky that's fighting the strongest Skywing? That thing's score on the radar is about the same as the Skywing's, making it an absolute high-scoring boss!"

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