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

Even if Luther broke through to the Void Realm, it wouldn't help. If it weren't for that strange cane, his situation would probably be even worse.

For a time, the place was shrouded in mist and clouds, with ever-changing weather and lightning everywhere. Qin Tianhai was also fighting hard, but he was at a disadvantage against two ninth-level opponents and another person who was at the same Gathering Spirit Realm as him.

"Aaaaaah—This is outrageous!"

Sensing that the spirituality of the cane was being damaged more and more severely, and was even about to disappear completely, Luther was furious and began a life-or-death battle!

The phantom behind him swelled up, like a god standing on the sea, with hair like a galaxy and eyes like the blazing sun. The phantom towered into the clouds, and one hand reached out towards Yan Shan.

"Alright, that's enough for this matter. You can go back now."

Yan Shan stood with his hands behind his back, speaking with an air of superiority, and made no move in the face of Luther's attack.

This is an aura of self-importance and dominance. Even when facing a fellow ninth-level Void Spirit Realm cultivator, he dares to act this way, which makes it clear that the other party wouldn't dare to actually make a move.

Chapter Ninety: Huge Contrast

Inside the Thunder-Cutting Space, Yan Zimo watched intently, afraid of missing even the slightest detail. This was an opportunity that would only come once every few decades.

"Lightning... my lightning variations are too limited, lacking vitality..."

While watching, Yan Ziming was also reflecting on her own shortcomings based on the battle between the two supreme experts. From their fight, she could feel that her skills were really terrible.

For example, Yan Shan's opponent, Luther, whose special ability Yan Zimo didn't know exactly, was probably related to light. But with just this ball of light, he could achieve countless transformations and turn the rotten into the miraculous, leaving Yan Zimo feeling inferior.

Having inherited the skills left by Liu Mengxian in her early years, Yan Ziming believed that she was already the best among people of the same level or even higher in terms of technique, which inevitably led to her becoming arrogant.

In fact, she is indeed the best, but not the only one. There are many people in the world who have had similar extraordinary experiences. They are just not well-known now, but they will suddenly appear at the right moment and shock the world.

Putting aside other things, even Yan Ziming, who was confident in his ability to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary when he was at the ninth level, was not sure if he could use his supernatural abilities as skillfully as Luther.

Compared to Luther now, she's utter trash!

This is Yan Zimo's self-evaluation.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. Who among those who can reach the ninth level would be an ordinary person?

Any one of them would be a prodigy in any era, born with endless glory, let alone someone who can reach the highest realm below the human soul heaven—the ethereal realm.

She is far from being able to look down on everything; she still needs to grow and transform further.

The little girl behind her is the one who can play a huge role in her growth.

When Yan Ziming looked at her, his eyes turned into stars.

At this moment, little Mo Xin hugged her knees with her hands, her little head buried in them, looking round and chubby like a ball. Yan Ziming couldn't help but want to kick her, ptooey! He couldn't help but want to poke her with his finger.

So incredibly cute!

Yan Ziming's heart was practically melting.

He called out to Mo Xin in a soft voice, only to see her curl up into an even smaller ball, which stirred a feeling of pity in Yan Ziming and reminded him of two months ago.

When I first met her, she was just like she is now, a small, curled-up figure in the corner, like a snow doll that would melt with a gentle breath, quiet and still, but inevitably appearing somewhat cold and aloof.

Now she has opened her heart to me and can naturally show her most authentic self in front of me, taking care of me in every way.

"It's only been two months, and the difference is too big..."

Yan Ziming chuckled softly, gently poking her exposed cheek with her slender finger. It was soft and bouncy, similar in feel to Ye Qianxue's cheek. "When you're unhappy, rubbing it should make you feel much better, right?" #Devil#

The excellent feel of the touch attracted Yan Ziming to poke and play with it even more, and he became somewhat addicted to it.

Click... Click

Yan Ziming, who was intently poking Mo Xin's face, suddenly heard a sound from Mo Xin's body that resembled an eggshell breaking, which startled her.

Could it be that her subconscious action caused Mo Xin to make a mistake?!

Yan Ziming looked at Mo Xin with concern, noticing cracks appearing on her outer shell, slowly spreading across her entire body, and then...

Layers of light peeled away from her body, revealing skin as white as mutton-fat jade. First, there were her delicate, white feet, their ten toes gleaming like luminous pearls. Then came her calves, thighs...

Yan Ziming rubbed his eyes wide, wanting to take a good look.

She now understood that Mo Xin had already completed her transformation, shedding her old shell and forming a new body that could accommodate her activities in the real world; it was not that she had interrupted Mo Xin's process.

"Huh? Something seems off."

Yan Ziming was dumbfounded as he watched this scene. The proportions of her legs did not match the size of Mo Xin, the little girl!

Although not as slender as an older woman, her proportions were completely unlike those of a little girl; her skin was fair with a rosy glow and so smooth it could reflect light.

Then came a pair of slender, jade-like hands, delicate pink arms, fair and smooth shoulders, a small mound that looked like a C+ cup, long, blue-purple hair reaching her knees, and a captivating angelic face.

"Xian, Xian'er?!" Yan Ziming blurted out, she was shocked.

The stunningly beautiful woman before me looks so much like Liu Mengxian!

However, it was only a resemblance. Yan Ziming could see the differences between her and Xian'er. It was obvious that the mounds on her chest were quite different from Xian'er's cloud-like peaks, and the color of her hair was also different from Xian'er's jet black hair.

If you look closely, you can see the difference in their temperament; they are so different that they are not the same person at all. They just look very similar, like Liu Mengxian in her younger days.

"Mo Xin?" Yan Zimo called out softly.

"Hmm...? Zimo, why are you looking at me like that?"

The stunning beauty before him opened her eyes, parted her pink lips slightly, and let out a beautiful, ethereal voice, breathtakingly beautiful.

"How did you become like Xian'er?" Yan Ziming asked, quite shocked.

Gulu...

As she asked the question, Yan Ziming swallowed hard. The girl in front of her was completely naked, which made her feel a sense of guilt, as if she were looking at her master naked. Yet, she also wanted to draw her into the vortex of that sense of immorality.

Even though he knew that the lovely woman in front of him was not Liu Mengxian herself, he still couldn't help but let his imagination run wild and his mind was distracted.

Little goblin!

She's still an irresistible little devil!

Who would have thought that the little girl would grow up to be the stunningly beautiful Liu Mengxian?

Previously, when Mo Xin mentioned that the stripes on her feet were bothering her and she couldn't vent her frustration, she could ask Yan Ziming to do it for her. Yan Ziming didn't take it seriously. She firmly believed that little girls were the beginning of purity in the world, as pure as white lotuses, and could not be defiled, so that no one could have such thoughts about them.

Of course, some abnormalities cannot be understood by ordinary people.

But now, Mo Xin, the little loli... oh no, she shouldn't be called a little loli anymore. She's like a stunningly beautiful young woman in the prime of her youth, radiating youthful energy and exuding a charm that even Yan Ziming finds captivating.

"Finding her to solve the problem seems like a good option?" Yan Ziming couldn't help but let his mind wander, conjuring up many exciting and wicked scenarios.

"Pah! Am I a beast? Why do I think about these things all the time? I'm not satisfied with Qianxue and Mumu, am I? There's also a beautiful section chief who I can bully at will and who's also my outsourced lover (is that a mistake?). I'm not a pig's trotter!"

Yan Ziming cursed under his breath, correcting his wicked thoughts.

Suddenly, she felt a soft jade embrace her, and a refreshing fragrance wafted towards her, like a flower field under the sun, intoxicatingly fragrant.

"Even if it's Zi Mo, you can't just let it go if he ignores me!"

Mo Xin's voice was somewhat angry. She had called him several times but he hadn't responded. It was so infuriating!

Suppressing the wicked thoughts that were rising in his mind again, Yan Ziming stammered, "Huh? Mo Xin, Mo Xin, you...you've now...completed your evolution?"

"Mmm." The lovely girl in his arms nodded, her head unconsciously nuzzling against Yan Ziming's high, firm chest.

"That's great! But how come you look so much like Xian'er!" Yan Ziming couldn't help but complain. Mo Xin's appearance had really made her feel dazed for a long time.

"Hmph! Let's settle the score for ignoring me earlier!"

Mo Xin gave a soft snort, speaking as if in a huff, and then, to Yan Ziming's astonishment, she kissed his lips...

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P.S.: Yes, my wicked sense of humor has kicked in again. [smirk]

Chapter Ninety-One Winter Counterattack

As Yan Shan had expected, the large hand that the phantom behind Luther reached out stopped in front of him, almost striking him and causing his hair to fly up.

The reason he suddenly requested a ceasefire was simply because Yan Ziming sent a text message saying that it was enough, Luther's cane was now useless, and there was no need to intervene further.

Luther, who was really enraged, felt like he was going to vomit blood. Just as he was about to start a life-or-death battle, Yan Shan suddenly said to stop. This feeling was too frustrating.

A powerful punch feels like hitting thin air; it's incredibly painful.

He wanted to deliver the blow, but he couldn't. He was human too, and he was afraid of dying. After the battle, he gained a better understanding of Yan Shan's strength.

—In a life-or-death battle, he has little chance!

Another major reason besides that is—Rayche.

He knew how powerful his cane was, and how much it boosted his power. Yan Shan, on the other hand, wielded a Thunder Cutter of an even higher level. With such a divine weapon, his chances of winning were practically zero.

Moreover, it's still unknown how much damage my attack will cause him.

All around, both sides' fleets had arrived in this sea area, stretching as far as the eye could see, with fighter jets flying overhead from time to time, creating an atmosphere of extreme tension.

This is only the situation on the surface of the water. More than ten nuclear submarines from both sides have gathered below the surface, making it dark and gloomy, like an ancient behemoth.

Right now, they are only serving a deterrent purpose, standing in confrontation with each other; otherwise, they wouldn't be so close together.

As long as Luther and Yan Shan, as the highest-ranking officers, give an order, or if a conflict is accidentally triggered, a naval showdown that will shock the world will unfold here.

"You crazy person!"