I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

Jiang Qisha's aura was rising wildly, and his long hair was flying wildly like a lively black flame.

His eyes shone with a bloody light, so intense it threatened to bleed. He seemed enveloped in a murderous aura emanating from the underworld. The very essence of killing surged madly within him, like a volcano about to erupt, gathering the power to annihilate the world.

As Jiang Qisha quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something, the air around him seemed to be rubbed and squeezed by an invisible big hand, making a crackling sound.

With him as the center, visible black ripples spread out in all directions like ripples. Wherever they went, the space was slightly distorted, as if it could not bear the weight.

In this terrifying atmosphere, a huge shadow of a killer slowly took shape.

The body of the shadow of the God of Death was taller than one could imagine, like a towering and majestic mountain, standing tall and upright, and even forming a strange arc in the sky.

Its body was surrounded by billowing black fog, from which could be heard the faint shrill howling of ghosts and wolves, as if countless wronged souls were struggling in agony, adding a bit of horror and mystery.

The eyes of the God of Death flashed with blood-red light, like two blood-red suns hanging high in the sky, blazing with fire. The endless murderous intent contained in that light made people feel as if their souls were being burned just by looking at each other.

It opened its wide, pitch-black mouth, and that dark hole seemed to lead to an endless dark abyss. From it came a deep and soul-shaking voice: "Kill... Kill... Kill..."

These three "kill" characters came rolling in with overwhelming force, like three sharp blades condensed from murderous intent, instantly enveloping the entire world in a murderous intent so strong that it was suffocating.

The cold murderous intent was like a frost that had not melted for a thousand years, freezing the air in an instant.

Every breath of air seemed to be frozen into sharp ice crystals, and with every breath, one could feel the sting of a sharp blade scraping across the throat.

However, in contrast, Ye Chongren emanated a sense of reincarnation. This sense of reincarnation seemed gentle, like a gentle spring breeze, carrying a trace of tolerance and tranquility, but it also revealed an irresistible dominance, as if the rules of reincarnation in the world were completely under his control.

Under the collision of these two completely different yet equally terrifyingly powerful forces, the surrounding mountains that had long been razed to the ground began to collapse again like fragile sand castles that could not withstand a single blow.

The already devastated land was torn apart by this powerful force. Huge cracks spread rapidly like hideous scars, and were bottomless.

The visibility around us almost dropped to freezing point. Thick fog like ink filled the space between the sky and the earth. Even if we were only half a meter away, we couldn't see anything clearly.

The whole world seemed to have fallen into chaos. The only thing that was clearly perceptible was the creepy murderous aura that permeated the air and the power of reincarnation that faintly exuded a mysterious atmosphere.

However, Ye Chongren and Jiang Qisha were able to clearly lock onto each other.

Their perceptions seemed to transcend the chaotic fog and raging power, tightly intertwined.

At this critical moment of life and death confrontation, both sides only had eyes for each other, with the focus and determination of a hunter locking onto his prey.

The shadowy figure of the God of Death clutched a spear. The spear was pitch black, emitting a cold metallic sheen. The tip of the spear flashed with a cold light, as if it could tear through anything. It suddenly exerted its strength and charged forward, tearing black gashes through space wherever it passed. Endless murderous intent surged like a surging tide.

Almost at the same moment, the tip of the Sword of Samsara in Ye Chongren's hand rose slightly, and runes flickered on the blade, a physical manifestation of the power of Samsara. With a determined look in his eyes, he thrust forward without hesitation towards the Spear of the God of Death.

"boom……"

There was a loud bang, as if two stars collided in the universe, releasing destructive energy.

The impact force caused the entire space to stagnate, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Then, space was like a calm surface of water, a boulder dropped into it, stirring up immense waves. Visible energy ripples, centered on the point of collision, spread wildly in all directions.

It seemed as if endless power was continuously being released from the center of the battlefield, and the ground seemed to be pressed down hard by an invisible giant hand, sinking continuously.

In just a few moments, the earth had transformed into a bottomless abyss. Within the abyss, darkness surged, and a mysterious light flickered faintly, as if connecting to another mysterious world.

Then, a two-colored beam of light shot up into the sky. One half was blood-red, representing slaughter, and the other half was a deep blue, symbolizing reincarnation.

The two colors of light beams intertwine and entangle with each other, but also repel and confront each other, emitting a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere.

The calamity cloud that was condensed by the remaining power of reincarnation was instantly broken into pieces and dissipated into nothingness under the impact of this powerful beam of light.

An unknown amount of time passed before the entire world seemed to have fallen into a dead silence under the onslaught of this powerful force. Suddenly, a violent tremor erupted from the abyss, and then a red figure shot out like an arrow from a bow.

"Qi Sha... Qi Sha!" Hong Die's voice sounded particularly anxious amidst the thick smoke and dust. Her eyes were filled with worry, tears welling up in her sockets. She rushed forward, ignoring the pervasive danger.

"Be careful!" Brother Dao reacted quickly, grabbing Hongdie. His expression was very serious, and he looked around vigilantly, saying, "Qisha will be fine. Be careful of the void fragments here. Injuries caused by them are extremely difficult to heal!"

At this moment, the surrounding space became extremely unstable due to the fierce battle just now. Countless tiny fragments of the void were like sharp blades, flying wantonly in the air. If you were not careful, you would be cut all over.