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

With more strong individuals, China naturally gains more confidence and is full of faith in future generations.

If such a powerful force cannot survive this period, then the extinction of humanity may be its destiny!

"Xian'er, let's go back." Yan Ziming took Liu Mengxian's small hand and walked through the crowd on the way home.

"Mo'er, there's something I need to tell you."

"Ok?"

"I'm not going to stay here forever. There are more places I need to protect than just this one. Do you understand?"

“...Understood.” Yan Zimo remained silent.

Yes, with such great power, it would be a waste to merely guard this small corner of Bei'an.

Her greatest deterrent power lies in hunting down Sequence-level enemies!

Only by crippling and frightening them can humanity have a greater chance of passing on the torch of civilization in the future.

If possible, China does not want the United States and those European countries to perish.

After all, despite their extremely vicious personalities and ways of doing things, they are also the most elite force in the current battle against mutated species.

Without them, even if China manages to defend its own territory, it will be unable to liberate the entire world, and humanity will never see the day of world peace.

Liu Mengxian's mission is to ensure that they are not completely defeated by the sequence-level mutated species.

It's hard to say how much of a difference it will make. The world is so big, Liu Mengxian alone certainly can't save it.

We can only save one at a time!

"Are you leaving soon?" Yan Ziming asked reluctantly.

"I may leave at any time. As long as a sequence-level one appears, I will set off."

"Um......."

He unconsciously tightened his grip on Liu Mengxian's small hand.

I want to cherish and protect these delicate little hands forever!

"When we get back, I'll give you some more polishing and help you prepare. Now that you've achieved Thunder Spirit, your advancement speed will definitely not be slow. Don't let the quantity be enough but the quality be insufficient and cause you to get stuck."

"Alright, Xian'er, show no mercy, whip me as much as you like!"

Chapter Three: Master-Disciple Sparring

Yan Ziming was taken to a desolate place by Liu Mengxian.

To avoid causing panic in the city, she brought Yan Ziming into the occupied area so that they could try things out freely.

"Activate elemental transformation and attack me with all your abilities."

"Ah."

Yan Ziming nodded slightly, and his whole body began to emit boundless blue light, which was extremely dazzling in the dark night.

Her entire body was shrouded in a hazy blue-purple hue, making her appear unreal.

A layer of storm clouds rapidly gathered in the sky at a speed visible to the naked eye, with rolling lightning bolts forming a dark, oppressive mass that obscured the bright moon.

Even without the moonlight, the place remains bright, filled with blue and purple hues, visible to creatures dozens of kilometers away.

At the same time, Yan Ziming's momentum continued to rise, and soon reached a critical point where it came to a standstill.

Her eyes turned blue-purple, and her breath was filled with extremely pure lightning element, causing mountains to collapse and seas to split at the mere sight of her.

Liu Mengxian secretly admired her, as her Mo'er had already reached the dividing line between the eighth and ninth ranks, and the depth of her aura was not much different from that of Mu Mu at that time.

"bring it on."

"Alright!" Without hesitation, Yan Ziming decisively condensed the Spear of Victory. A dark glint appeared in his eyes.

In an instant, it was as if a hole had been punched in this land, with air currents surging and dust billowing up everywhere.

The air was filled with lightning, so densely packed that it was almost impenetrable.

With his momentum at its peak, Yan Ziming stomped down on the floor and thrust forward like a beam of light, the tip of his spear aimed directly at Liu Mengxian.

Her solution was simple—she acted before Yan Ziming could, taking a small step slightly to the left and forward.

The spearhead was almost touching Liu Mengxian when this sudden change caught Yan Ziming off guard.

The spear of victory instinctively lashed out at Liu Mengxian. She only had time to see Liu Mengxian's hand flicker, her wrist twitching, and the direction suddenly shifted.

With a gentle push and pull, Yan Ziming lost his balance and fell into her arms before flying backward.

Very disheveled.

A small handprint was burned into her clothes on her lower abdomen by lightning, standing out so conspicuously on her perfectly sculpted body.

"Come again."

Liu Mengxian said calmly, without showing any power, yet she completely suppressed Yan Ziming.

Yan Ziming, of course, wouldn't give up so easily. His entire right arm instantly turned dark red, with a jet-black color appearing along the way, shining directly onto Liu Mengxian's shoulder.

Shining brightly in the mortal world!

If it were anyone else, Yan Ziming wouldn't dare to unleash such a powerful move as "Radiant Red Dust" on them. But it's different with Liu Mengxian; she can attack freely without worrying about hurting her.

After Yan Zimo unleashed Radiant Red Dust, he didn't idly wait for the result. The Spear of Victory coiled around the light emitted by Radiant Red Dust like a dragon, adding even more power. The space along the way was directly shattered, and beams of blazing light shot out.

She herself bent forward, and the Spear of Victory instantly materialized, forming a three-hit combo that attacked Liu Mengxian's blind spot.

So, how will the fairy she admires respond?

The first to touch Liu Mengxian was Huiyao Hongchen.

Liu Mengxian simply swatted at Jiang Ran, who was radiating brilliance in the mortal world, as if swatting away a fly. Jiang Ran was sent flying back the way he came, facing Yan Ziming directly.

This startled Yan Ziming, who quickly began to move like a snake, barely managing to avoid the attack. However, his right arm also disappeared because he couldn't dodge in time.

boom--

The rays formed from the radiant mortal world pierced through more than a dozen flying buildings, causing a series of explosions.

In the blink of an eye, the Spear of Victory struck Liu Mengxian directly amidst the explosion.

A brilliant blue-purple bolt of lightning erupted from Liu Mengxian's front, spreading for thousands of meters behind her. Everywhere was scorched into crimson liquid, and countless fragments of rock were blasted out, as if she had been bombarded by a nuclear bomb.

Huhu——

The gust of wind from the flames swept past Yan Ziming's temples. He pressed his wildly dancing hair back with one hand, his eyes fixed on the center of the explosion, not daring to relax for a moment.

She heard a tearing sound.

Just as she had imagined, the flames and lightning were cleaved open, creating a passage that led directly to her.

Yan Ziming's pupils suddenly contracted.

She noticed something new in Liu Mengxian's hand—a longsword composed of fine, blazing lightning and brilliant light, emanating an aura that made her heart tremble.

Step...step...

Holding the sword hilt, Liu Mengxian took one step forward after another, her movements light and elegant to the extreme. The sound of her footsteps drowned out the explosions all around her, making them particularly crisp and clear.

In an instant——

It was as if time and space had been distorted, and reality was out of sync with the scene. There were two Liu Mengxians, one standing in place, and the other...

A captivating fragrance wafted over, and a slender waist was embraced by a fair wrist as bright as the moon, pressed tightly against Liu Mengxian's body.

From a third-person perspective, this is undoubtedly a stunningly beautiful picture, with two beautiful women pressed together, as if the air is filled with blooming lilies.

The premise is to ignore the sword that is held across Yan Zimo's neck.

Liu Mengxian wrapped her left arm around Yan Ziming's slender waist, but her right hand was doing the exact opposite.

—The right hand holding the sword was raised to about ten centimeters to the right of Yan Ziming's neck, and the 1.5-meter-long blade was placed against her neck.

"Xian'er, this..."

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Yan Ziming's forehead; she had absolutely no desire to appreciate the sight of herself and Liu Mengxian in this pose.

Even in her elemental form, she was terrified by the sword's power, and her eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced behind Liu Mengxian and discovered that she had vanished as if into thin air.

No, it didn't disappear; rather, it merged with the celestial figure in front of it at an extremely high speed, which was almost in zero-distance contact with it.

Liu Mengxian moved closer to her, a hint of frivolity creeping into her demeanor, and teased her in the ear, "Do you admit defeat?"

With the sword blade pressed against his throat, Yan Ziming dared not speak or move. He blinked twice, indicating that he had given up.

"I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget."

Liu Mengxian did not act as she expected; the sword blade against her neck suddenly pressed down!

There was no blood splattering, only a horizontal line appeared where the blow was made, and ripples spread outwards from this line.

Yan Ziming's eyes rolled back slightly as she was electrocuted. Her sexy and alluring body convulsed uncontrollably, and her beautiful legs, wrapped in black stockings, seemed to cramp up. The spasms subsided after a few seconds.

Yan Ziming, whose mind was still a little foggy, immediately thought—"How did I, a lightning spirit, get electrocuted?"

"Your attack patterns are too easy to see through; there's no skill involved."