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

But she always believed that her good friend wouldn't die so easily.

There is no stronger evidence than her being right in front of you.

"My little sister Zimo must have suffered a lot. She must have had a tough time in Bei'an City..."

The people on the Great Sage's side remained silent.

Beside them, the robot controlled by Id had resumed its activity, and as it watched the scene unfold, a myriad of thoughts surged within its heart.

Both sides paid a heavy price in today's battle...

Yan Ziming teased Mu Mu, who was being supported by her, and said, "Everyone is looking at us like that. Do your legs feel weak?"

"You talk too much. Should you go first or should I?" Mu Mu rolled her eyes at her and forced herself to straighten up.

"Hey, don't move! You're so badly injured, yet you still dared to come over here. I told you I could handle this all by myself."

"Enough with the nonsense! I can take on ten more!"

"Yes, yes, you can take on a hundred more without any problem, but you should rest properly first, it will break my heart."

Yan Ziming smiled wryly and finally managed to calm Mu Mu down after much persuasion. She knew that the dangers of her trip to space were immense, and she had paid a heavy price to barely survive, but Mu Mu was still seriously injured.

After helping Mu Mu into the ranks of the human powerhouses, Yan Ziming suddenly leaned close to Mu Mu's ear and breathed softly:

"Choose to rely on me once in a while. While you're a ninth-tier cultivator, don't forget... you're also my woman~~"

After saying that, Yan Ziming turned around without pausing, leaving her with a slender and delicate back view that could hold up the sky.

"...Hmph, since you've said that, I'll rely on you this once."

Mu Mu blushed and spat out a remark, her starry eyes filled with inexplicable emotions, revealing a hint of sweetness—a strange sense of satisfaction.

"Mu Mu, how are your injuries... Why did you come back alone? The Dawn—?!"

Mo Sheng stepped forward immediately. She had so many questions to ask that she became somewhat incoherent.

"Speak slowly." Mu Mu reassured Mo Sheng slightly, glanced at Yan Ziming's retreating figure, and then said:

“We’ll talk about that later. There’s a therapist here, right? Take me there quickly.”

Her lover was buying time, and Mu Mu didn't want to waste a single second. She wanted to recover as much strength as possible so as to present the best results to Yan Ziming.

"You don't need to go looking for me, I'll come myself."

Luo Li emerged from the crowd, shoved aside those blocking her way, and reached Mu Mu's side.

The arrival of an eighth-level healer drew a glint of light from everyone's eyes. With her there, Mu Mu's recovery speed would undoubtedly be very fast.

On the other side, Yan Ziming strode forward and stood before Yan Shan, saluting him. "Marshal, I have fulfilled my mission!"

Instead of calling him uncle, they addressed him as marshal, which, to him, was a profound honor.

"Very good, you didn't embarrass me."

Yan Shan nodded calmly, but Yan Zimo could clearly see immense satisfaction in his eyes.

Yan Ziming scratched his cheek, shifted his gaze, and said, "At least change it to 'It makes you look good'..."

She would rather hear her uncle praise her directly than this indirect way.

"The enemy is right in front of you, it's up to you to fight for it... Good luck!"

Yan Shan patted her on the back, and without needing anyone's help, she walked back to the ranks of the human strongmen with firm steps.

At this moment, most people hadn't quite grasped the situation and simply assumed that Yan Ziming was going to welcome back the Marshal, since everyone already knew that she was the Marshal's niece.

But to everyone's surprise, Yan Ziming's next sentence left them completely stunned.

"Who will fight me?"

Her gentle voice, as melodious as a crystal wind chime, echoed throughout the venue.

The news spread like wildfire, quickly reaching the entire world. Everyone was stunned and fell silent for a second.

"What...did she just say?"

"It seems he said he would take over the marshal's position and fight for her?"

"She's only at the eighth rank, right? And she dares to do this!"

"Who knows? Maybe she's already at the ninth level..."

At first, everyone thought that Mu Mu would be the one to fight, after all, she was a world-renowned ninth-order space system grandmaster, and had the ability to fight against many opponents.

However, when people saw Mu Mu's injured state, their hearts sank. Although he had come, he was seriously injured. Could he still fight for the marshal?

But Yan Ziming rekindled their hope, like a spark that never went out.

There's even a slight possibility that the fire could spread like wildfire...

Currently, the Watchers' team has nine members left. One of them came out and stood five meters in front of Yan Ziming.

five meters.

His gaze toward Yan Ziming was inevitably somewhat dismissive, because he could clearly sense that Yan Ziming was only an eighth-level cultivator.

Even though the dark clouds and thunder in the sky brought her boundless momentum, the eighth rank is still the eighth rank, and there is an insurmountable gap between it and the ninth rank.

"Watcher, Deen, nice to meet you." The last four words were laced with disdain.

"Hua Guo, Yan Zimo, please give me your guidance."

The Spear of Victory appeared in Yan Ziming's hand, and he assumed a fighting stance. At this moment, Yan Ziming suddenly asked with a smile:

"A life-or-death battle?"

My breath caught in my throat for a moment.

What was she asking me just now?

Deen couldn't believe what he was hearing. A mere eighth-rank girl with yellow hair actually wanted to fight me to the death?

A vein suddenly bulged on his forehead. He closed his eyes and sneered, and after a long while, he finally spat out a few words through gritted teeth:

"Fine... a life-or-death battle... since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish!"

As the last note faded, when De'en looked at Yan Ziming again, he noticed that two wings of light had appeared on her back at some point, dazzling and bright, like blooming flower buds. With a gentle flap, the dark thunderclouds above her head suddenly lit up, as if another layer of sky had appeared, pressing down on her.

"Varied--!"

However, at the very moment he shouted, a deep blue-purple transparent spear crackling with lightning pierced through his head.

The skull, worn smooth by time and now shattered at the slightest touch, was blasted open by a surge of lightning. Transparent brain matter and blood stained the sharp tip of the spear, dripping onto the ground with a light yet suffocatingly heavy splashing sound.

"They say people get smarter as they get older, so how come you're so stupid? You dared to close your eyes when you were so close to me. Should I say you're really confident... or just arrogant? ...Well, it's probably the latter."

Yan Ziming clicked his tongue dismissively, then shouted:

"next."

Chapter 124 Prediction

A ninth-tier Watcher died in a single encounter with an eighth-tier ability user.

What just happened?

Everyone was stunned. By the time they came to their senses, Yan Ziming's clear voice had already filled the entire venue.

"Next,"

Countless rays of light descended from the sky, connecting to the wings of light behind her, making it seem as if the entire heavens were her support, as deep and unfathomable as a prison.

In Odyssey's camp, the Great Sage, who had witnessed the scene clearly, asked the Grand Tutor beside him, "Did you see that?"

"I see it, though it's blurry..." The Imperial Advisor narrowed his eyes and uttered a single word: "Light!"

Light!

That's the speed of light!

Even if you see it with the naked eye, you can't avoid it. It involves extreme speed, and you can only dodge it by relying on perception that surpasses the naked eye or by a seasoned predictive ability.

"I think that speed of hers could only last for 0.01 seconds, which is consistent with the instantaneous burst of lightning."

The great sage immediately saw through this flaw, which could hardly be called a flaw.

After that stunning stab, the energy field emanating from Yan Ziming's body weakened considerably, as if a bucket of water had been emptied ninety percent in an instant, leaving him an empty shell.

The difference between the two is too great; anyone with eyes can see it.

Light speed travel is a mode of movement that is faster than spatial teleportation over a certain distance, and the energy required is too much even for a ninth-level being.

"However, she should be able to recover from this depletion soon," the Great Sage continued.

It's only been about ten seconds since the first battle ended, and they can sense that Yan Ziming's spirit and energy are now nearing perfection, and his combat power has reached its peak.

"There have been people in the history of Odyssey who were able to become elemental. Although their recovery speed was also very fast, it was still far inferior to Yan Zimo."

"I'm starting to wonder if she's simply capable of elemental transformation... or is she something that only exists in legends...?"

"You mean!?" The Imperial Advisor trembled in shock at these words, "The pinnacle of elemental abilities?"

"The purest collection of elements in the world is an insurmountable wall for all elemental ability users... It should be the ruler."

The great sage spoke slowly and deliberately, and the more he spoke, the more alarmed the Imperial Preceptor became, his voice trembling.