Poverty makes me capable of anything.

If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it!

The black bird soared through the deep sky and suddenly crashed into the fist in front of it, leaving a black mark on the fist after the violent collision.

But Blackbird flew past the fist; the Lord of the Night had changed his mind and intended to directly defeat Virginia herself.

boom!

Just as it was about to get close to Virginia, a thick wall suddenly rose up from the platform below. Blackbird crashed into it solidly, the wall collapsed, and Blackbird was stunned by the impact.

This isn't a tablet; it's clearly an endless prison.

No matter where the Lord of the Night runs, there will always be a wall blocking his path.

After being rammed more than ten times, the Lord of the Night was covered in red bumps. During this time, the fist also gave him a good opportunity. The more it hit him, the higher the Lord of the Night's anger level became. However, even if his anger level reached 100%, he was helpless against this wall.

The stalemate could be broken simply by piercing the plate, but the Lord of the Night discovered in despair that his destructive speed could not keep up with the plate's self-healing speed.

However, his body's recovery speed was far slower than the damage caused by the fist that Virginia controlled.

In those brief ten seconds, the Lord of the Night witnessed eighteen kinds of weapons and was beaten sore all over by various firearms. His speed advantage was completely useless in the confined space, and even with his abilities, he could not control such a large piece of metal.

"It's gone."

Barr laughed heartily.

"Relying on underhanded tricks will definitely not get you anywhere when it matters."

But the others didn't laugh, especially Sawyer, who was already considering whether he should intervene.

"How could her power have become so strong?!"

The Lord of the Night clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

He couldn't outlast Virginia.

He couldn't outlast Virginia!

A hundred years ago, he had forced Virginia to flee, and back then he had easily cleaved Silent City in two.

But now he is at a complete disadvantage.

Not only could the Night Lord see it, but even the lowest-level player present could see it.

If this continues, the Lord of the Night will lose.

They came on strong, but ended up suffering a crushing defeat?

"How could we possibly lose? I don't believe it."

The people from the Dust Realm shook their heads repeatedly.

If they lose, the Dustlands people will never be able to hold their heads high again in front of the Silent Lands people.

The humiliation of the past will be repaid a hundredfold.

"Times have changed!"

At that moment, Virginia suddenly appeared before the Lord of the Night, and her cold gaze deeply pierced his heart.

"Ahhh-"

The Lord of the Night roared, his entire body suddenly turning into black ink, while Virginia calmly threw a punch forward.

In an instant, a fist formed from a portion of the Silent City was covered with restless psionic energy, blocking the entire passage in front of the Lord of the Night.

The immense pressure made the Night Lord feel as if his heart was being squeezed.

He found himself unable to move.

Could he die from that punch?

What a joke!

The Night Lord, with a ferocious expression, desperately struggled to break free from the restraints.

His body burst into flames.

We can't afford to lose. Since you want to drag this out, then let's drag it out to the very end and see who survives!

Just then, Sawyer's voice suddenly rang out from the void.

"Stop!"

Can't stop!

Seeing that the Lord of the Night was about to continue, Sawyer shouted angrily, "Stop!"

If anyone dies in this battle, things will spiral out of control.

Sawyer no longer cared about saving face. He launched an attack from the outside, and the slashing light directly separated his fist from the Lord of the Night.

The fist force, formed from gathered spiritual energy, still flew out and shattered space at a great distance.

The Lord of the Night stared blankly at this scene.

Virginia put away her fist, and Silent City returned to normal.

She said calmly, "You lost."

At that moment, An Ran also saw Ciqiya collapse to the ground, as if she had been drained of all her energy, and remained motionless.

Chapter 43: Only distinctions of rank matter, not life or death.

"Are you OK?"

An Ran walked up to Ciqiya, pressed her shoulders and shook her.

Tsyk-ya spread her arms wide to her sides, forming a very standard "大" (big) character.

She said in a muffled voice, "I'm fine, just a little tired, and I want to take a nap."

Anran nodded.

Although she couldn't see through Tsukiya's stats, she could tell at a glance that Tsukiya was weak.

I'm afraid my stamina is about to run out.

"Then go to sleep."

Tsykia closed her eyes, and after a moment she suddenly opened them and said, "Aren't you worried at all that I might never wake up again after this sleep?"

An Ran said, "You are a dignified ruler of a star field. If you die so easily, it would be too beneath you."

Tsykia blinked: "That's true, but can't you at least show some concern? You're making me very sad."

"Expressing concern?"

Ciqiya just stared at Anran like that.

His eyes were bright and piercing, completely different from his frail body.

"..."

An Ran paused for a moment, then asked, "How old are you this year?"

Tsykia replied, "Ten years old? So what? I'm the same age as Ella."

“Then I’ll use the method I used when I was ten years old to deal with you,” An Ran said seriously.

"Ok?"

What's the method for a ten-year-old?

What the heck?

As Ciqiya was wondering, Anran suddenly pulled out a large piece of metal. With a gentle shave, the metal turned into a large crib.

"..."

Ciqiya was taken aback.

At this point, Anran had already put her in the crib.

rock Me.

She even started singing: "One Virginia passed by, two Virginias passed by, three..."

"and many more!"

Tsykya immediately shouted.

"What's wrong?" An Ran asked.

Ciqiya retorted angrily, "Is this how you coax your ten-year-old child?"

However, all she could do now was rage helplessly; her body was simply too exhausted to muster any strength.

It would be difficult for him to even glare at An Ran.

An Ran chuckled: "Who is it that's almost two thousand years old but insists on pretending to be the same age as Ella?"

Tsykia immediately retorted, "You might not believe it, but Ella is actually older than me. It takes hundreds of thousands of years for an ancient essence to take shape. Even a hundred of me combined wouldn't be as big as Ella."

An Ran raised an eyebrow: "Is that so? Doesn't that make Ella's contrasting charm even more concrete?"

"..."

Ciqiya said weakly, "I'm going to sleep."

"Go to sleep, go to sleep~"

In just over ten seconds, Tsukiya's eyelids drooped heavily.

She looked like a piece of milky white jade—if you ignored her fiery red hair.

If you look closely, Virginia in her childhood was just as cute as Ella, and perhaps even cuter.

After discovering that Tsykya was indeed asleep, Anran adjusted the lights in the cockpit to a soft mode, and then focused her attention back on the monitoring screen that Tsykya had brought up.

From this vantage point, she could clearly see the Night Lord's heaving chest.

Two or three minutes had already passed.

However, the three people in the center of everyone's attention remained motionless.