Quick Transmigration: The Foolish Beauty Saves the World

"Yes, that's it, are you scared?"

Qiongyu opened his mouth, and that disgusting sound came from all directions.

Jiang Zichu covered his ears, but he couldn't block out the sound at all. In a daze, he felt as if he was being pulled up and suspended by those black threads.

The dark shadows, shaped like insect eggs, seemed to be right beside him, making a thumping sound.

The black threads became denser and gradually tightened.

"None of you can escape."

Jiang Zichu closed his eyes, and just as he felt he was about to suffocate, his chest suddenly felt hot, the threads in front of him were ignited, and then the entire illusion was burned down, and he safely landed back on the ground.

"Shut up."

On the screen, Jingli had already drawn a whip and was attacking Qiongyu.

"Your voice is awful."

"Out of control."

With a wave of his hand, Qiongyu scattered Jingli's whip.

"Your power should also belong to me."

As Qiongyu said this, Jingli felt that same feeling of being sucked in again.

Jing Li barely managed to steady himself, then reconstituted a barbed whip and said calmly:

"You actually think that stealing someone else's power is yours?"

He mustered all his strength and pulled it towards the sky.

Qiongyu had just scattered his whip, but at the same time, the shadow on Qiongyu's body also dispersed.

Whether it was Jingli's words or the whip that had an effect, Qiongyu suddenly grimaced.

"You're talking nonsense! My power comes from the supreme God!"

Jingli pulled out another whip.

"How can you not know that your god is not a thief?"

The black shadows surrounding Qiongyu exploded: "You little ant, do you think it's a good thing to anger me?"

Finally, Qiongyu unleashed his killing move—an axe, but today this axe was entirely black.

A barrier materialized in the scene, and the axe collided violently with the barrier, producing a loud clang.

Jingli was struggling to hold on, and a deep gash appeared on the barrier. The remaining shadow on the axe began to devour everything around it. Jingli used some of his strength to convert the shadow's power and managed to hold on.

But soon, a second axe came crashing down.

Jingli anticipated that this wave might be too much to handle, so she simply changed her approach. The energy was transformed into a soft cloth, using softness to overcome hardness, wrapping the axe and accelerating the transformation.

A fierce wind was blowing all around, and the scenery was no longer a barrier; the wind cut into his soul with pain.

"You can't hurt me."

Qiongyu opened his arms, and the axe that Jingli had just wrapped around started to emerge again, and Jingli's energy was slowly being absorbed by the axe.

Qiongyu slowly walked towards Jingli.

"Goodbye, you cannot stop the footsteps of God."

The gurgling sound overhead was deafening, and Jingli could feel something inside trying to break free.

"Come and see God's masterpiece."

The gold was almost invisible against the black axe. The sharp blade was about to burst forth, no more than two meters from Jingli.

The comments section exploded.

- It's over, it's over, the little fish is doomed.

No! I need a plot twist, I don't want to see Xiaoyu die!

-What kind of god's masterpiece is this disgusting?! Is it an evil god?

-This self-proclaimed god was able to descend upon the universe. The universe had previously received a divine message from the God of Compassion, so this is the God of Compassion?

……

The director filming then cut off the live broadcast to the public.

"Has the backup arrived?"

"Ten meters to go."

The director stared intently at the monitor screen, silently praying.

Jiang Zichu clenched his fists. There was nothing else he could do but cheer him on in his heart, just as Jing Li had said.

—Don't break it open, don't break it open.

Jingli must win.