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

The dark light collided with the 'air', creating a violent stalemate. A fierce shockwave swept outwards, but some of it, like the dark light itself, was unable to cross the line and remained blocked on Barol's side.

"Hey, hey, hey, isn't this—!!!"

The old man who had been watching the show finally couldn't sit still any longer. He suddenly jumped up from the wall, staring wide-eyed at the scene, his body trembling like a leaf.

It was an emotion called excitement.

"Could this be... a sacred artifact that our clan has been lost to the outside world for so long?!"

Before the old man could make any real move, the spear tip struck the dark light, which shattered instantly, turning into scattered fragments.

The air was tinged with a suffocating heat.

A flash of dark red light appeared, and a hole the size of a washbasin appeared on half of Barol's body, completely open from front to back. It had almost destroyed the right half of his upper body. He was in pain all over his body and felt like his whole body was on fire.

Shining brightly in the mortal world.

"You... Ahhh, it really was you—!!!"

Barol stared wide-eyed, his eyes bulging with fury, and before him stood a figure holding a spear, resembling an unparalleled Valkyrie.

Although she had long ago identified Ziqing as Yan Ziming, and there were rumors about it outside, as well as video evidence.

But he wouldn't be satisfied with some things without seeing them for himself; without personally verifying them, the weight in his heart wouldn't be lifted.

Mo Xin's sudden appearance and her current status as a Valkyrie wielding the Spear of Victory all point to one fact.

His guess was correct.

"So what if it's me? If you don't get out of the way today, you might as well die."

Yan Ziming snorted coldly and rushed forward, thrusting out the Spear of Victory. Barol had not yet recovered from the heavy blow he had just suffered and was powerless to dodge.

However, the spear of victory, which was originally aimed at Barol, suddenly changed direction and pierced the right side of his neck.

A burst of blue-purple lightning erupted from the tip of the gun, cascading down like a waterfall.

The dazzling light obscured everyone's vision.

Ding Ding Ding-

Instead of retreating, Yan Ziming advanced, flicking her spear of victory to send Barol, who was blocking her way, flying aside. She then swung the spear upwards, creating a shattering sound.

Then came a tremendous roar.

The surrounding walls were riddled with cracks, and rubble had piled up to Yan Ziming's calves, and was still piling up.

"Old man, it would be better to just watch from the sidelines, why did you have to get involved in the war?"

"Hehe... After all, we're in the same boat, so it's only right that we help each other out," the old man chuckled.

Yan Ziming pursed his lips.

What a load of rubbish about mutual help! I don't know who was just watching the show, only intervening when their companion was beaten half to death.

Yan Ziming glanced at Barol sideways, determined to kill this persistent ghost and showing no sign of giving up.

"Since you chose this path, you have to finish it, even if you have to crawl on your knees."

The lightning domain spread in a straight line, but was contained within a certain area, carefully avoiding damage to the surrounding stone walls.

The space was filled with lightning, and the indescribable heat quickly ignited the surrounding air, making it difficult to breathe. Every breath felt like a burning pain in the throat.

"Oh dear, young people these days are so short-tempered. I never said I wanted to go against you."

The scorching and fierce lightning was directed aside, flowing past the old man's body like water. Only then did Yan Zimo realize that this old man was not someone Baror could compare to.

"If you don't want to fight, get out of my way. I'm going to take that guy's life too!" Yan Ziming frowned.

"Grandpa, don't waste your breath on her. She's a tough character!" Barol stood up unsteadily, having recovered quite a bit.

"Stay out of the way!"

With a wave of his hand, Yan Ziming suddenly enveloped Baror's limbs in something invisible, rendering him immobile like a statue, to the point that he couldn't even speak.

"Yes, yes, that's it!" the old man suddenly shouted fanatically, his expression somewhat deranged, similar to that of the extreme believer, Baror.

"Which one...you mean this?"

Yan Ziming suddenly realized what was going on, took out a crescent-shaped crystal from his pocket, and tossed it back and forth in his palm.

Chapter 101 My name is........

Upon seeing the crescent-shaped crystal, the old man's manic state intensified, and he was almost about to pounce on it.

Of course, if he did that, the spear of victory would probably pierce him through the heart, and he would receive an invincible urn of ashes—buried in the heavens and earth.

"You... I'm willing to acquire this on behalf of my family. Could you please part with it...?"

The old man knew that a fight would not end well. Although he had dispelled the Thunder Domain with ease, he was actually sweating bullets.

"You mean this... what are you willing to trade for it?"

Yan Ziming continued to toss the crescent-shaped crystal in his hand, making the old man's heart jump up and down, almost bulging out of his throat.

"Oh my god, this is our clan's sacred object! What if something happens to it?!"

Fortunately, Yan Ziming did not reject the idea outright, which meant that there was still room for negotiation.

"We use—"

"Hold on."

Following Barol and the old man, a third guest arrived.

It was Lance, the commander of the three Shadows.

With his short, flowing, azure-blue hair and refined demeanor, every movement exuded an aristocratic air.

A hint of panic flashed in the old man's eyes, and he blurted out the word "prince," but Lance stopped him first.

Lance leaned forward slightly and said to Yan Ziming:

“Hello, beautiful Ms. Yan Ziming, my name is OEa(R)zé(TM)cYae^?cs,,é?OEè??c ?ae~?a??c>,a....... It’s nice to meet you.”

"???"

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—What did he just say his name was?

—Dala Bengba Bandebedibudobiruong? Or Kuntukutakatikotesuwasilasong?

Please allow Yan Ziming to be bewildered for a moment by the sheer volume of information.

"If you don't understand, Miss Yan Ziming, just call me Lance."

Seeing Yan Ziming's disheveled appearance, Lance added, and Yan Ziming finally came to her senses.

"Oh... Oh! Lance, right? I understand, please continue."

Yan Ziming nodded as if he understood, signaling him to continue, while in his mind he had already cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations.

Judging from the appearance and characteristics of Lance and the old man, they are very likely to be in cahoots, which is easy to guess.

Damn it, no wonder the old man was stopped by Barol when he wanted to introduce himself. It turns out that the guy knew from the beginning that their self-introductions would take too long, so he didn't let the old man continue.

Have you ever seen someone spend a full ten seconds just introducing their name?!

Yan Ziming declared that her time was extremely precious and not meant to be wasted listening to a bunch of meaningless gibberish!

Having received Yan Ziming's formal response, Lance gestured to the old man, indicating that he was to leave everything to him, and said:

"This item is of utmost importance to us. Name your terms."

"Let me drive?" Yan Ziming asked with great interest.

"Yes, name your price. Do you want your current mainstream crystal cores? Or money? Gold is also acceptable; we have a very rich gold reserve, and you can have it all if you want. If you want people, almost every man in my clan is handsome, and you can choose any one of them! Even being your concubine is fine! If you want power, I can represent the royal family to give you the position of 'Imperial Consort,' standing at the pinnacle above all others. Tell me, whichever you want, you can have it all! In short, it's much better than your current treatment!"

In his desperate attempt to reclaim the sacred relic, Lance disregarded the most crucial element of negotiation: the power to set a price, and relinquished that power to Yan Ziming.

But he didn't care about any of that.

Once they obtain the sacred artifact, human civilization will no longer be the main threat to their race's survival.

If it weren't for the fact that human civilization still has a considerable number of super-strong individuals, suppressing all nations in one fell swoop would not be a problem, something they cannot surpass in a short period of time.

Of course, as a prince, he would not offer such a disadvantageous condition. Behind his desire to make a deal, he also harbored the idea of ​​gaining both money and people.

As he just said, Yan Ziming wants to be his imperial concubine, and that's the idea he's been holding onto.

As a prince, Lance possessed exceptional strength and talent, and naturally had exceptionally high standards. He rejected countless women who wanted to become his consorts and looked down upon those who flattered him.

However, based on the information he has recently obtained from the human world, Lance has paid particular attention to a few individuals.

To be precise, he paid particular attention to several women.

—Mu Mu, Manchaluo, Yan Zimo, Mo Sheng, Ye Qianxue, and Yun Mo.

These women are the best in terms of both talent and appearance, making them perfect spouses for him, far better than the pretty faces in the clan.

Don't talk about how different races can intermarry. The only difference between these prehistoric civilizations and contemporary human civilization is that they live in different eras.

At most, their genes are slightly better than those of contemporary humans, but this advantage has long been leveled out or even surpassed by those with superpowers who are constantly evolving.

Furthermore, his own position as a prince was not secure enough; there were still others who could compete with him for it.