Post-Apocalyptic Rebirth: The Ghost Guanyin Transforms into a God

Once the two forces are combined, even if the transmission stops, Ling can still use Miao Yin's power for a period of time.

Therefore, even if you let go, the flames will still rage on the thorns, and this will last for about five minutes.

Miao Yin pondered for a moment: "Come to think of it, we've never actually fought each other."

In her previous life, Ling was too weak, and every time she used her superpower, she was consuming her lifespan. Therefore, Miao Yin never tested her strength and always relied on practical experience.

She hadn't thought about this in this lifetime, but now the other party had brought it up first.

Ling took a few steps back and gradually moved towards the location of the others, as if joining their camp.

After the thorns that had been pointing outwards returned to their original owner's control, they slowly retracted their spikes and moved in the opposite direction.

“Want to give it a try? Perfect timing, Tu Hao hasn’t shown up yet,” Ling said.

From the moment they started until now, this martial arts master has vanished without a trace, and no matter how enthusiastically they are engaged, he will not reappear.

He might as well make the battle even more chaotic; he loved to add unexpected surprises when everything was in disarray.

Miao Yin smiled and shrugged: "I'd be happy to, but... I don't hold back when I use my strength."

"It won't hurt much." Ling Man said nonchalantly, and the thorns instantly reversed direction, facing Miao Yin.

"bring it on."

As soon as she finished speaking, the thorns rushed towards her with incredible speed, leaving only a blur. The spikes pierced the ground, exploding into a cloud of dust and smoke.

Before the smoke had even cleared, Ling knew that Miao Yin had already disappeared from the spot.

Miao Yin crouched low and moved swiftly through the crowd, flames erupting from her hands. In a flash, she appeared behind Ling, her black hair fluttering in the wind.

The flames stirred up the wind, which crashed against Ling like waves, shattering even the thorns in the process.

She was so fast that Ling couldn't defend himself. He felt a burning sensation on his back and lost control of his body.

Amidst the momentary terror, the surge of adrenaline gave her a jolt, and she managed to use the thorns to cushion her fall, preventing herself from tumbling dozens of meters away.

Miao Yin extended a finger, and a fireball condensed at her fingertip: "Close combat with me is not a good thing."

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens more fireballs were thrown at the thorns, creating the appearance of a wildfire spreading across the land.

Ling clenched his fists, and a meter-thick thorn bush overturned the ground and emerged from underneath. The falling clods of earth and asphalt blocked the flames, while the thick thorn bush relentlessly attacked Miao Yin.

Seeing this, Tan Ling also activated her special ability. The ice crystals gathered once again, accompanying the thorns. This time, they were no longer enemies.

Bai Wendong and Song Qiming exchanged a glance, wiped the dust off their clothes, and tacitly joined the battle.

Miao Yin was thus surrounded and attacked. Every inch of ground she stepped on could sprout deadly thorns at any moment, and fragments that pierced through the cracks in the rubble could turn into an explosion at any time.

Above her, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the ice brought a sudden drop in temperature. Occasionally, the ice would melt into water, which would bring tremendous destructive power from the lightning.

The endless stream of tricks, combined with each other, creates new effects that are far more troublesome than the individual mutants they encountered before.

Miao Yin moved through it with incredible speed, her figure like a ghost, with flames forming a ring around her, protecting her and devouring anything that tried to harm her.

"Since you all like ganging up on me, then I'll take you down one by one," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Her physical abilities, enhanced by the ghost body, were now vastly different from before. She unleashed a massive sea of ​​fire, the billowing smoke and flames instantly obscuring everyone's vision.

"Where did they go?" Song Qiming scratched his head in confusion.

"At this."

A soft female voice suddenly rang in his ears, and Song Qiming felt his hair stand on end. Immediately afterward, he felt a sharp pain on his scalp.

Miao Yin grabbed his hair and pressed him to the ground, his head hitting the ground hard.

Song Qiming cried out in pain. He didn't faint, but his head shook violently, and blood immediately flowed from the wound.

This attack completely robbed him of his ability to react; the world spun before his eyes, and he could only lie on the ground, at the mercy of his captors.

Bai Wendong, who was closest to him, was Miao Yin's next target.

Having dealt with Song Qiming, Miao Yin turned her attention to him, like a venomous snake eyeing its prey.

In just a few breaths, Miao Yin appeared not far from him, a dagger appearing in her hand.

She decided to make a knife mark on him, but Bai Wendong was completely unaware of this. The storm brought by the supernatural ability not only targeted Miao Yin, but also affected their vision.

Just as the blade was about to touch Bai Wendong's back, a dark figure darted out, its sharp claws severing the dagger!

The crisp sound of the blade breaking was crystal clear under these circumstances.

Bai Wendong: ! !

Miao Yin withdrew her hand, which had almost been scratched, jumped back a few steps, looked up, and smiled at the other person: "Finally decided to come out? Tu Hao."

The man in the black vest had sharp claws and a wild glint in his eyes. He said disdainfully, "I wanted to see how far these people's abilities had evolved. I watched for a long time, and they couldn't even hurt a hair on your head. What a bunch of trash."

"I'm truly honored by your kindness in letting me sit back and watch the tigers fight for so long," Bai Wendong said indifferently.

He flipped his palm, and all the items that were on the other side turned to this side.

Miao Yin laughed, and a new fish-cutting knife appeared in her palm: "Why say so much? If you look down on them, why not try it yourself? Oh right, now they are all on the opposite side of me. In a way, this is a good opportunity for you to kill me."

Tu Hao smirked: "That's exactly why I came here."

The slender fish-cutting knife twirled deftly in Miao Yin's hand, its tip aimed at Tu Hao.

Superpowers are superpowers, and physical skills are physical skills.

She wouldn't mind trying something new.

Both of them had their bodies enhanced by superpowers, making their speed and strength unmatched by ordinary people.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Wendong and the two were locked in combat, their various moves so fast that even afterimages were not visible.

Their knees collided, their elbows crossed, and there was hardly any room for their fists and feet to land.

The fish-cutting knife seemed to come alive in Miao Yin's hands, incredibly flexible, transforming into deadly moves in various places, aiming at Tu Hao's neck and heart.

Tu Hao's wolf claws were incredibly sharp, grazing Miao Yin's arteries several times, the severed strands of hair falling silently to the ground.

If it were anyone else, they would have had their head chopped off by Tu Hao long ago, let alone have the chance to use their special abilities.

But now, on the other side is Miao Yin, someone who understands him even better than Tu Hao himself.

His every move and every attack route was difficult to escape the eyes of his opponent.

Every time their legs and arms collided, Tu Hao felt a chill run down his spine.

It wasn't that he hadn't fought with Miao Yin before, but this was the first time he had ever had a proper fight like this. Only after he started fighting did he realize where all those awkward feelings from before came from.

The opponent used almost all of the same moves as him! Only with a touch more feminine softness and some subtle ruthlessness, and that intense killing intent was clearly the result of real combat.

He unconsciously frowned, but now was not the time to think about such things; the other person's fish-cutting knife was almost slicing his throat.

Miao Yin swept a leg out, forcing him to dodge, and then the tip of her knife went straight for his heart.

Tu Hao barely had time to react. His claws wedged into the blade, preventing the latter half of the knife from penetrating. He took half the blow with his body, then twisted the knife off. His other hand slashed Miao Yin's hand.

Miao Yin let go, and the broken hilt of the knife fell to the ground. The two separated. Tu Hao held the small half of the knife that was sticking out and pulled it out, not caring whether he would bleed or not.

On the other side, Bai Wendong helped Song Qiming up, and the floating objects in the sky arrived at high speed.

This was never just a one-sided fight between the two of them.