People are singing in the tide, but there is no crown

Ling An strolled in the tide of residual elephants.

All the remaining elephants turned their backs and fled.

He firmly held the upper hand, dominating the battlefield and overwhelming the world.

He suddenly chanted:

I knew at an early age that life was difficult, but I still let the sound of my voice drift among the clouds;

A body of purple flame, cast in iron, I walk alone in the ups and downs of fantasy;

A traveler without a crown, who has been tempered by thousands of hammers, wanders through different worlds;

Today the gun is pointed at the place where the cries of grief are, swallowing gods, ghosts and even the sky.

The knot in his heart was finally untied, and the pleasure brought by devouring the remaining elephant made him almost unable to suppress his own strength.

Under this pressure, the bodies of the remaining elephants in the inner circle began to crack one after another.

The strength that was suppressed by the illusion began to return.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Scar rushed down with his broadsword.

But now it was too late.

Canxing's ability to manipulate the residual image is useless in front of Ling An.

All the remaining images are his nourishment!

Light wave level?

If you get a little closer, you will be crushed by the aura.

Giant wave level?

He couldn't last more than three rounds in his hands.

He is the one without a crown.

The strongest among the Raging Tide-class afterimages.

The scars could no longer suppress him.

Feeling Ling An's strength rising steadily, Scar's expression became more and more solemn.

He roared and rushed into the tide of residual elephants.

However, the blade was not aimed at Ling An, but instead killed Can Xiangchao.

Ling An can’t be allowed to continue growing.

This was the only thought in Scar's mind.

Hundreds of remaining elephants collapsed and perished in their hands.

Until there was no trace of an image left in the illusion.

Ling An looked at him coldly: "This time I have to admit that you are indeed crazy."

If they could turn the knife against their own people at this time, I'm afraid the entire Solaris would be left with only scars.

"I just hate that I killed too few people." Shanhen looked at Ling An with fear at this moment.

Where he stood, purple flames rose and fell.

Even the illusion he created could no longer bear this power.

Tsunami level?

No.

Although the residual images can devour each other, it is far from being possible to advance to the next level simply by piling up low-level residual images.

But the tremendous pressure coming from Ling An right now is probably only half a step away from tsunami level.

"Take your sheep's head and make it my crown!"

Ling An let out a low roar and charged forward with a spear in hand.

Scar raised his broadsword, trying to block.

With just one strike, the broadsword broke into pieces.

With a look of surprise in his eyes, Ling An kneed him and kicked him into the air.

Scar tried to twist his body to dodge.

But Ling An is faster.

He flashed and appeared above him, slapping him with his spear.

The scar was hit by the bullet against the barrier of the illusion, causing an earthquake.

The illusion can no longer hold.

He tried to fight back desperately, but the more he was injured, the crazier his nature became.

After letting out a long roar towards the sky, he pounced towards Ling An without any plan.

"Good opportunity." His eyes lit up, and Ling An stood where he was without moving.

At the moment of contact, a hand slapped Scar's forehead, causing him to fly backwards uncontrollably:

"Too slow."

Ling An's indifferent voice suddenly sounded.

Another palm strike was thrown out, and the scar was thrown back and forth like a sandbag.

Every time when he was about to land, Ling An would always be able to predict his position in advance and appear, launching another round of attack.

"The lower body is unstable."

"Weak waist and abdomen."

“It’s a mess.”

"Most importantly, you underestimated me, the Uncrowned One."

Ling An finally pointed a finger at his forehead and snapped his fingers.

There was a loud bang, and the scar hit the ground heavily, stirring up a large amount of dust.

Ling Jing stood still, like an ancient Greek sculpture.

After waiting for the smoke to dissipate, Scar slowly raised his disheveled body and said, "Ahem, I admit that you are stronger now."

"So, do you want me to give you an award?" Ling An sneered.

In fact, he didn't want to get involved in the affairs between Canxinghui and Chaomei.

The focus of all the forces is on Chao Mei alone.

But he had no choice but to let Scar pull him into the illusion and force him to take action.

"But you've forgotten one thing—" A sinister smile appeared on Scar's face.

Ling An frowned.

The next second, Shanghen rushed madly towards the unconscious Yangyang.

"Hahahaha, I guess this is your weakness!"

He completely ignored his manners and ran towards Yangyang.

As long as he seizes the opportunity, why would he worry about not being able to control Ling An?

So what if you are powerful?

Everyone has weaknesses.

He leaped into the air, and in Black Sheep's eyes, there was only Yangyang lying unconscious on the ground.

Ling An raised his hand and pointed, and a purple flame rose into the air, separating the scar and Yangyang.

"It's as expected." Ling An said calmly.

He had read too many stories in which the villains would often go to extremes, so how could he not be on guard?

The purple flame blocked his view, and a look of despair was revealed in his scarred eyes.

He fell to the ground and looked up at the only figure in the sky.

"The One Without a Crown!!!"

He howled, his eyes bloodshot.

Anger and hatred were like a knife that wanted to pierce Ling An's heart.

However, Ling An just remained indifferent.

He wiped away these unnecessary emotions with a flick of his hand.

At the same time, a wisp of purple flame was summoned.

Purple flames climbed and lingered on the spear held in his right hand.

There was a cold star on the tip of the gun, like the only ray of light in the darkness.

"Scars..."

Ling An held the spear in his hand and spoke indifferently, but his eyes were not on the scar, but on the spear:

"This shot will kill you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw out the purple flame spear, which shot out like a stream of light.

Instantly penetrated the scar and the platform he was on.

The light keeps flowing, dotting the barrier of the illusion.

In the ten-thousandth of a second of contact, the illusion shattered into pieces.

Like a mirror, shattered.

But there was no joy on Ling An's face. He frowned slightly and looked in the direction where the scar was.

There, a dark red portal was shrinking.

At the moment he threw the spear just now, a force suddenly intervened.

Standing between him and the scar.

And there are helpers.

It seems that he is the guy who is manipulating the afterimage behind the scenes.

Ling An turned his back and folded his purple-black wings.

Turning around again, an elegant gray cat was lying in Yangyang's arms.

Since you have put in the effort, just charge some interest.

Thinking of this, Ling An tried hard to move closer to Yangyang's arms.

Feeling the soft touch, he squinted his eyes comfortably.

Soon, he was dragged away.

"I said, it's not appropriate to do this in front of me."

Chao Mei's eyes were full of threats as she spoke word by word.

Ling An spoke righteously, and looked into Chao Mei's eyes: "I used a lot of strength just now!"

"Where are the scars?"

"He escaped with serious injuries. Someone helped him." Ling An crossed his arms and said confidently.

“So powerful?” Chaomei stared in disbelief.

"Of course, don't you see who I am?" Ling An looked proud.

"Whoever you are, you're just a little perverted cat."

"Hey, that's not what I like to hear--" Before Ling An finished speaking, he felt a black screen in front of his eyes.

A continuous touch came over him, and he was stuffed into Chao Mei's arms.

"Thank you for your hard work." Chaomei said gently.