I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

King Kong roared angrily. How dare they throw a rock at its face? Did they have a death wish?

Its eyes turned blood red, its fur became shiny, it curled up, its muscles twisted, and a cloud of blood mist burst from its body, making it look terrifying.

Only then did Huang Tao finally notice that something was wrong.

The height of King Kong remained unchanged before and after it curled up, which is rather strange.

Imagine a person standing upright or a person curled up with their knees drawn up. Which one is taller?

This strange scene then unfolded on King Kong.

When it stood up again, its height had increased to about 130 meters. Its originally black eyes were now blood red, and its muscles had become enormous, as if it were a synonym for power and violence. Every breath it took was filled with explosive power.

Innate Skill - Bloodline Frenzy!

The current King Kong officially possesses SSS-level power, making him incredibly strong. He seems to be no less powerful than Death or the Mountain Kirin, and his strength is enough to uproot mountains.

"What's going on? One after another!"

If the previous King Kong was negligible to Huang Tao, the current King Kong undoubtedly poses a significant threat to Huang Tao and even Death, and can change the course of this battle.

"Roar--"

King Kong's agile body leaped over the mountain unicorn and landed on a large mountain next to Death. He jumped down and punched it on the head, smashing its head into the ground.

It was about to raise its fist to strike the mountain qilin beside it, but it suddenly stopped when it raised its fist. The mountain qilin countered and slapped it away, sending it crashing into a pile of boulders nearby.

Having done all this, the mountain qilin, taking advantage of the fact that death hadn't yet struck, unleashed a barrage of attacks on the defenseless creature, shattering a large piece of bone from its body!

Huang Tao watched this scene thoughtfully. From the situation just now, it was clear that King Kong, who was hostile to both sides, might be able to bring about a change in their inevitable defeat.

And why did it stop when it was about to attack the mountain unicorn?

Not to mention Huang Tao, even King Kong itself didn't know why, but a voice in its subconscious kept telling it...

—Only that big white guy is your enemy.

Therefore, King Kong's primary target is Death, not the mountain spirit that is closest to it.

King Kong got up from the pile of rocks and scratched the back of his head in a human-like manner. The mountain qilin's claws had almost broken his bones, causing him some internal injuries.

However, when it saw Death's white attire, it let out a few angry growls, venting all the anger it had felt from being knocked away by the mountain qilin onto it.

Lifting the boulder beside him, he leaped onto Death's body and frantically pounded the cracked areas with his fists. Each blow was devastating, causing Death to writhe in agony, trying to use his immense strength to throw him off.

This is where the advantages and disadvantages of body size become apparent. Death's body is entirely skeletal, making it easy to grab. In addition, King Kong is an ape, so climbing and grabbing objects is as simple as eating and drinking for him. He just rode firmly on Death's body and wouldn't get off, no matter how much he shook it.

But it must be said that Death's strength is still very great, at least no less than anyone else present. With each twist, he could shake King Kong so much that he could barely hold on with both hands to avoid being thrown off.

At the same time, King Kong's body was used as a shield and a headbutt, blocking the mountain qilin's attacks while forcefully ramming its body towards the mountain. Even King Kong's powerful body couldn't withstand the impact, so it had no choice but to jump down and regroup for the next round of attacks.

Death glanced at the mountain unicorn with a cold look. If it hadn't broken its own tail, the mere gorilla would have been flung to the ends of the earth long ago. Why would it have needed to go through all that trouble?

It's time to slip away.

It originally intended to kill Yan Shan and the others here, at most suffering only serious injuries itself. However, with the addition of a giant beast that clearly harbors hostility towards it, the situation is no longer in its favor.

"It's trying to run away!"

The mountain unicorn roared. Upon seeing this, Huang Tao immediately moved to another position, forming a triangle with Yan Shan and Jingang to surround Death and prevent it from escaping.

Although they didn't know whether King Kong was friend or foe, they could at least see that King Kong harbored great hostility towards Death. Even if they weren't allies, they couldn't afford to become enemies. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Having spent decades in the military, they were sure to make good use of this advantage.

Death, seeing that these three were determined not to let him leave, was filled with rage.

They're just three ants. If it were one against one, it was confident it could kill any one of them within a hundred moves. Even if they joined forces, it was still confident it could fight them to the death. At worst, it would just have to pay the price of being downgraded or die here!

Now that I'm going to let them go, they still don't know what's good for them and insist on fighting to the death. A Sequence-level creature is not something that can be provoked by some nobody that just pops out of nowhere!

Death fought desperately, raising his bone blade and wreaking havoc in all directions, focusing his attack on the mountain unicorn. Because the mountain unicorn had attracted too much hatred, Death didn't hesitate to sever a part of his body and pierce several bloody holes in the mountain unicorn's body, leaving it a bloody mess and a gruesome sight.

The most serious wound was on the neck of the mountain qilin, where the bone blade of the Grim Reaper had slashed open a large gash, and blood gushed out like a river. Fortunately, the mountain qilin healed it in time, and he was almost killed on the spot.

Huang Tao's arm was torn to shreds by the violent shockwave, his combat strength had plummeted, and he was severely injured by Death.

Yan Shan felt bitter. Judging from this, even if they could save Death, they would have to pay an unparalleled and terrible price, and it wouldn't be surprising if they all died in battle.

Unless... something changes.

Chapter 184 Liu Mengxian

Yan Ziming was badly injured by the lightning. His body was covered in dried blood, and the exposed flesh was so painful to look at.

As if she had learned her lesson, she stopped swearing. But that wasn't the case; she simply couldn't shout anymore. The scorching lightning had severely damaged her internal organs, even her throat.

"Hmph..."

Yan Ziming let out a muffled, painful sound from her throat. Her once melodious voice became hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against a table, concealing an indescribable pain.

Her hands, which had been tightly gripping the Raikiri, loosened their grip considerably. Finally, as if she had lost all vital signs, she could no longer hold onto the Raikiri's hilt, and her blood-stained hands slipped to the ground.

At this moment, the surrounding lightning stopped its torment on her. The lightning that had been so violent just moments before instantly became as docile as a lamb, all rushing to support Yan Ziming's body.

In a daze, Yan Ziming felt as if he had fallen into a warm ocean, and a tingling sensation spread throughout his body, intertwined with pain, creating yet another form of torment.

She immediately regained her senses; she was far too sensitive to this tingling, itchy sensation, a psychological trauma that haunted her for life.

But even with all her might, she could only keep her mind active. Opening her heavy eyelids a crack was her limit; her body had long since lost all strength and was passively accepting everything.

Unable to endure the torment any longer, she finally fainted. Only drops of blue-purple lightning, which had condensed into an ocean, enveloped her, healing her wounds and also seeping into her body to regulate her internal organs.

After an unknown amount of time, when Yan Ziming woke up, she was surprised to find herself lying flat on a dark cloud, surrounded by this scene, which brought her an inexplicable sense of depression.

"How did I end up like this...? I remember coming here to find someone...?"

As her thoughts gradually surfaced, Yan Ziming finally remembered that she had paid a near-death price to find her 'cheap master' and ask him for help.

"Hmm? There..."

Suddenly, she noticed a figure shrouded in mist appearing from beyond the clouds, possessing an ethereal beauty and a poetic haziness.

The mist swirling around her was like a milky white veil, dreamlike and illusory, impossible to shake off or tear away, blocking Yan Ziming's vision and making her feel that the figure in front of her had a sense of ethereal ease, as if riding on clouds to return home.

One second she was still far away in the clouds, the next she appeared before Yan Ziming's eyes. Her delicate hand parted the thin veil of mist and gently caressed Yan Ziming's face.

—woman

Yan Ziming's first thought upon seeing those hands was this: from the exquisite and graceful figure vaguely revealed in the mist, one could tell that this must be a fairy-like woman.

"Are you alright?"

The celestial music was like a call from ancient times, like a young girl gently stroking the strings of a zither, striking Yan Ziming's heart.

The lingering sound lingered for three days.

Yan Ziming felt that this celestial music had been repeating in his mind for the past month, and it had been playing for more than three days.

"I... ask if you are well?" she repeated, her tone carrying a faint air of authority, which abruptly pulled Yan Ziming back to his senses.

"Uh...cough cough, all is well, all is well..." Yan Ziming thought to himself, this fairy sister's wording is so strange, just like people from ancient times.

However, it sounded natural and fluent, smooth and polished, a million times better than that Wang Ziwen who couldn't speak human language. Oh no, comparing such trash to this fairy sister in front of us is just too beneath me. Let's pretend Yan Ziming didn't say anything.

Yan Ziming stood up, feeling a chill on her body. She was shocked to find that she was completely naked, her ivory-white body exposed to the fairy in front of her. Startled, she quickly raised her hands to cover her two bright red nipples. Her pretty face flushed red, starting from her ears, down her neck, her back, and all the way to her heels.

"I am a woman just like you, so you can rest assured."

【Peace of mind my ass!】

Yan Ziming suffered greatly at the hands of Mu Mu and Ye Qianxue, which made her afraid to show her body to anyone, even other women.

Seeing that Yan Ziming was still very reserved, the person raised her delicate hand and gently touched it in front of her. The surrounding lightning condensed like flowing water and instantly formed a wide white robe, which was handed to Yan Ziming. The whole process looked ethereal and otherworldly.

Yan Ziming was stunned. What kind of magic was this? Creating a garment out of thin air with lightning? Was this person really a superhuman?

Not receiving a response from Yan Ziming, the woman grew somewhat annoyed. She grabbed Yan Ziming's wrist with her jade-like hand, raised it above her head, and personally dressed her in the plain robe.

"Wait, wait! I can do it myself... Eh?"

Yan Ziming was extremely embarrassed when the woman in front of him exposed some of his private parts. Was this some kind of forced dressing play?

She began to resist. She could have easily broken free of that hand, but she just couldn't, as if she were being...fate! Yes, as if she had been seized by fate.

The process ended quickly, taking only about ten seconds, but to Yan Ziming it felt like an eternity.

"Thank you, thank you..."

Yan Ziming lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the person in front of him, and whispered his thanks.

Only then did she realize that the plain robe was adorned with deep blue lace, the sleeves were long enough to cover her arms, and the hem reached her heels. It was just the right length, not too long or too short, and it didn't look out of place on her at all. Instead, it added a touch of hazy beauty, making her look like a poem or a painting.

Subconsciously, she lifted the hem of her dress and twirled around, feeling as light as a breeze, as if she could fly away at any moment and drift beyond the clouds.

Are you satisfied?

The man asked again.

"Hmm, satisfied. May I ask who you are...?" Yan Ziming asked the most important question after the greetings had been exchanged.

Since this person is on this stage and has such an ethereal and otherworldly demeanor, it means that she is very likely the person I am looking for!

"My name is... Liu Mengxian. What is your name?"

"Yan Zimo".

"Yan, Zi, Mo..." she repeated, pursing her lips.