It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

Under the immense force, Bai Lin was launched into the air without resistance. Instinctively, she crossed her blades in front of her body, and with that position, she ascended deep into the clouds. The pain of the constant impact spread throughout her body, but the relentless onslaught left Bai Lin with no ability to resist.

While this strike could easily level a mountain range, it didn't mean Bai Lin's body would disintegrate. It was just that Bai Lin had no way to resist. After all, she was floating in midair, like a rootless duckweed. Under constant attack, she naturally had no room to maneuver. The two of them transformed into a meteor streaking across the sky.

We can't go on like this. The longer it flies, the more powerful the impact will be when it lands. We can't keep the dump truck injured.

Bai Lin understood the principle of "if you don't resist, you'll be killed," but now she had no way to stop Saint Qili from doing this. Her fragile swords were like pieces of paper being run over by a truck, making weak creaking sounds of resistance, unable to find a moment to fight back, but—

It seems that we cannot say that there is absolutely no room for maneuver.

The short blade, imbued with the magical power of thunder, instantly channeled its force throughout the long sword. The divine power of war and the mighty thunder of judgment collided, instantly producing a violent explosion. After a resounding explosion, both men lost control and plummeted from the air.

Bai Lin, having escaped from danger, didn't even have time to breathe. Even if she could withstand the fall from this height, expecting the maximum damage would be the consequence of hitting the ground would be absolutely foolish. His fists clung to her body in mid-air, and the armor, emitting heat energy, instantly erupted in flames to cushion the impact. After a decent landing, she landed on the ground in a relatively stable manner.

She landed in a forest that looked different from before, yet vaguely familiar. However, her fall caused the surrounding forest to collapse along with the ground. She was a natural destroyer, the kind the Environmental Protection Association would definitely hunt down.

Bai Lin, who had landed first, ignored his injuries and instantly gathered his strength. A surge of heat, accompanied by the rustling of his armor, radiated in all directions. As Sheng Qili, cushioned by his wings, came into view, Bai Lin instantly flew out, reaching a tree several hundred meters away. Using the momentum, he leaped high, spinning in the air and delivering a downward hook to Sheng Qili from above.

Sheng Qili, currently descending, clearly felt a similar embarrassment to Bai Lin's earlier experience. She hadn't expected her charge to be interrupted like this, and the explosion had completely depleted her entire reserve of strength. Now, she was like a rootless duckweed.

Raising her shield, she barely caught Bai Lin's punch, her body falling to the ground. Without a moment's hesitation, Sheng Qili instantly flipped over and bounced back. Bai Lin's fist followed closely behind, and as soon as it landed, a frantic attack erupted from both of her hands.

Turning back, Sheng Qili, retreating with her shield raised, gazed into Bai Lin's eyes, which seemed to be ablaze. Memories from the recent past instantly resurfaced. The scene of being assaulted without resistance remained indelibly imprinted in her mind. Without a doubt, she had fallen into Bai Lin's trap, and her only option was to play it safe.

I was just thinking of using the fire-breathing gloves to chase and attack the opponent, and now the opportunity has come, and it happens to be my turn to attack first.

Punches, denser than the hail of bullets from rows of soldiers, exploded throughout the forest. We all knew that if Bai Lin seized the opportunity to strike first, Sheng Qili's magical advantage would vanish. She couldn't capitalize on her strengths. This time, it was Sheng Qili who was being pursued, and she could only search for an opening in the endless sea of ​​punches to strike back.

And he didn't have much time. Once Bai Lin activated the next form that looked like an exploding armor, the problems he would face would become more difficult and his chances of escaping would be even lower.

The mountains and forests were being destroyed visibly. This huge but unremarkable mountain range quickly lost its vitality, like a wheat field swarmed by locusts. From time to time, lights of various colors flashed by, along with a bunch of messy explosion sound effects.

The Elf Queen, who was watching this scene through the projection, yawned while sitting on her recliner, then slowly produced a loud speaker from somewhere and shouted into it,

"Son, although repairing the mountain is indeed a piece of cake for us, you guys are being too noisy. If the stalemate lasts too long, I'll have to charge you for the venue rental."

Bai Lin's heart tightened at the thought of these words. However, she also knew that with the Elf Queen's temper, she wouldn't actually ask for money. This was a reminder to herself that if she really tried to defeat Saint Qili with her fists, things would inevitably go wrong.

However, even though a thought was floating in his mind, Bai Lin's fist showed no sign of stopping. The hammer of steel kept advancing, inflicting relentless violence on the girl in front of him, each blow causing her body to tremble.

Holding the Holy Shield, Sheng Qili was constantly being pushed back. Last time, she'd tried to use the power of her claws to counter the iron fists, but it hadn't been very effective. While holding the Holy Shield made it difficult to resist, in this state, the chances of Bai Lin knocking her down were still low. After all, there were no succubi harassing her this time, and Bai Lin hadn't yet entered his more violent state.

She held the shield in defense, not because she wanted to waste time with Bai Lin, but because she was waiting, waiting for the right opportunity, a chance that would allow her to explode and instantly turn the tide of the battle.

Chapter 715: Holy Destruction Finger

This vast mountain forest, considered by the outside world to be a forest of elves, has no special geological features. But it is precisely this unremarkable nature that makes the so-called "opportunity" possible.

The current situation clearly showed that the mountain couldn't withstand Bai Lin's torment. The mountain was shaking, the earth and rocks were trembling, and the entire foundation had long since become unstable. And it was precisely this severely tormented earth that Saint Qili needed to utilize.

Amidst Bai Lin's frenzied fist attacks, she finally emerged from behind the holy shield, revealing her face slightly. A cold divine light swept across the earth menacingly, and a murderous look emanated from her eyes. At the same time, she stomped her foot heavily on the ground.

Like a dragon turning over, the entire mountain range roared almost simultaneously. Then, from beneath her feet, a massive crack rapidly spread out, stretching dozens of kilometers in an instant. This was no more dramatic than the cracks in the ground after an earthquake, and the area around Bai Lin was certainly affected.

Of course, even if the ground was unstable, Bai Lin's fists couldn't be stopped. After all, Bai Lin had just fallen from the air, beating up the plague beast along the way. But Saint Qili still chose this moment to attack.

The shadow of an angel, like a battle formation, briefly appeared beside her again, and an overwhelming holy aura instantly emanated from the shield. The last time she faced Bai Lin with her shield, she hadn't had the opportunity to use this move. She was either being harassed and pursued by the succubus, or pinned to the ground, with no support to exert force. But now, she could unleash this heavy blow on the enemy before her without reservation.

Because the ground was unstable, even if Bai Lin could unleash his punches, his feet wouldn't offer much resistance, and he would surely be swiftly repelled by the heavy, barrier-like impact. As expected, as countless figures flashed by, Bai Lin was instantly knocked back several steps. His main engine stalled for a moment, and he nearly fell into the ground fissure. The continuous attack finally came to an end for a moment.

At that very moment, lightning flashed from Saint Qili's waist, and she once again grasped the long blade. Even if it was only a breath's worth of energy, the strike that would slay the sinner was already more than enough. The light and shadow on the blade flickered, reflecting off her clear golden eyes, radiating the sharpest aura.

She had already raised her shoulders, straightened her body, and lightly supported the back of the knife with her off-hand, with the tip of the knife pointing straight ahead. She was in a tense posture, ready for the stab.

Holy Destruction Finger

This time, the devastating aura didn't spread out, but was instead concentrated at the tip of the blade. Slashing and stabbing, in combat, never held the same meaning. While slashing might sometimes be used to block an opponent's attack, stabbing was definitely aimed at the opponent's life, a precise and vicious blow that would surely kill.

Because of her unstable body, Bai Lin not only had difficulty dodging, but also didn't have much chance to defend herself. After all, she had been attacking without reservation until the moment before, and now she probably had no extra strength left. At most, she could only throw the next powerful punch. And just that punch—

How could they possibly stop the killing blow from God?

The world darkened for a moment again. Though the magic power hadn't leaked, even those thousands of miles away couldn't have failed to notice the blow. Even through the mundane act of breathing, one could hear the piercing sound, see the death of life, as if one were being pierced... or more accurately, one felt oneself and the world being pierced together.

A murderous flash of lightning flashed past instantly, but the actual sound that resonated didn't seem to herald a tragic end, an instantaneous fall. Instead, the sound of metal grinding resonated continuously as two shadows, like gears, locked onto the long blade. In a puff of white smoke, they completely stopped the fatal strike, sealing the blade's last remaining possibility of advancing.

One of these gears was Bai Lin's elbow, the other her ribs. Her outer armor had completely fallen away, leaving behind her bare, unprotected form. The throbbing engine, the slightly grinning face, the intensely passionate gaze all betrayed that Bai Lin had, without even realizing it, completed a transformation that had left her opponent despairing.

Burst Mode, Extreme Specialization, Red Lotus State

Her right elbow showed no sign of releasing the blade, and her left fist flashed three times before Sheng Qili's astonished eyes, striking him twice in the face and once in the kidneys, nearly knocking him unconscious. The deadly and swift combo of blows mercilessly cracked the bones of his torso, like a chariot rolling over his cerebral cortex, completely crushing, ravaging, and shattering his consciousness.

In a trance, Sheng Qili loosened the long sword in his hand and staggered back. Bai Lin was just about to play with the sword he had found, to see if he could also do a thunderbolt, when the sword instantly turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

She shrugged her shoulders helplessly, clenched her fists, and rushed forward again with high momentum.

Why did Sheng Qili lose this round? The answer was simple. She could understand the terrain, but Bai Lin couldn't. This situation was different from the previous high-defense-low situation. One situation affected both sides, while the other was a one-sided advantage. In a situation like the current one, one must take it into account.

This was one of Bai Lin's favorite floor-lifting moves. If she were Sheng Qili, she would definitely launch an attack in this situation. Bai Lin, on the other hand, was struggling to find a chance to break Sheng Qili's defense. However, her opponent was too powerful, and suppressing them with her own offensive was already the limit. Even with the Red Lotus state, it was difficult to break the deadlock; at best, she could only increase the pressure. To win, she had to wait for the opponent to reveal a flaw.

The flaw is naturally most likely to appear when you think the opponent is unable to resist and want to deliberately attack. When being repelled by the Holy Shield, Bai Lin flew a longer distance along with the force, and in an instant, he pulled out some ribs and changed his form, thus achieving the effect in front of him.

What, you mean a warm-up? Physically, he'd already adapted to the constant fighting. Even if he hadn't, it would have just been a matter of spitting out a few more mouthfuls of blood. And psychologically, Bai Lin's fighting spirit had already been ignited the moment he first met Sheng Qili.

Chapter 716: Fuck you, it’s on fire

After fighting for such a long time and being frustrated and suppressed for a while, Bai Lin now sees a real opportunity to fight back. His mood at this moment can be described in six simple words.

"Fuck you, it's on fire!"

Traumatized by Bai Lin, Sheng Qili couldn't muster her full speed. She'd barely taken a few steps when Bai Lin's ferocious punches followed her again. But Sheng Qili's terrifying will, similar to Bai Lin's, naturally wouldn't allow her to simply stumble back. She'd already squeezed out her injured body's faculties, suppressing all her heavy magic power within the scythe she drew.

With a powerful hand, she stepped forward to draw the bow, her entire body bent into a near-curved position, fully exerting the power of her waist. A heavy, whirling blow struck Bai Lin's face. The pure, murderous aura of that pure white light would make even the demons of Hell tremble. After all, it was the weapon of God's executioner, wielded by His hound.

But Bai Lin is not some evil ghost from hell. In other words, she is not an ordinary evil ghost.

Sheng Qili knew the opponent would counterattack, and she knew it too. Once the momentum of her continuous attacks was lost, Sheng Qili, possessing her own magical power, would naturally reappear. Therefore, Bai Lin's actions remained unwavering. In her advancing steps, she had already slightly lifted her hind leg, and with a short, powerful kick, she instantly struck the opponent's already injured right leg, disrupting his stance and causing him to scream.

As a result, the fully charged attack would naturally be slowed down. However, Bai Lin's attack never paused. She instantly opened up distance and, with a single hook, completely dispelled the opponent's attack. She then deliberately exerted force a second time, sending Sheng Qili's body flying into the air.

Then, a violent flurry of punches launched from the ground again, rapidly crushing the target that had been knocked away. Sheng Qili's body flew backwards at a rapid speed, and Bai Lin's footsteps continued to advance, not giving the opponent any chance to breathe.

Divine light flashed again, and massive angelic wings carried Saint Qili's body rapidly upwards, leaping a considerable distance. Blood gushed from her mouth, clearly indicating she had sustained significant injuries. Seeing Bai Lin also rise from the ground, rapidly pursuing her, she leaned against a tree, quickly raised her shield, and with a diagonal force, abruptly interrupted Bai Lin's unfinished combo of attacks and pinned him back to the ground.

A blinding light and immense pressure descended, followed by the devastating blow of lightning. Amidst the intense light pollution, the entire mountain range was split in two, its embers transforming this vibrant land into a purgatory for the Shura. And from the flames emerged Bai Lin, clad in black armor and holding a flaming sword.

Although her eyes remained resolute, her complexion was pale and unhealthy. Saint Qili, on the other hand, followed the curve of the Holy Snake Spear, which had been thrust into the ground. Although she looked badly beaten, she, who spoke first, maintained a relatively calm tone.

"Good judgment. If you remain in that state, you will surely die from this blow."

Her words were shocking. The party that had just been at a disadvantage actually made such a declaration? But Bai Lin was indeed rare this time not to directly deny it. One of the reasons was that Sheng Qili was right.

The Explosion Form inherently increases the burden on one's body and enhances functional abilities, and this becomes even more pronounced after using the Red Lotus Form. Not only had he sustained internal injuries in the previous collision, but his arm had been injured to the point where it would be completely inoperable for a normal person. With such damage, the Red Lotus Form he could maintain for a short time was a long shot.

Just like the last time she faced Araniah, even after using the Cinder Flame to cover her body, she chose to maintain that mode without hesitation. Those few minutes were completely sufficient. But facing Saint Qili, once she pulled away, those few minutes were simply not enough.

Just now, Bai Lin's injured arm had reached its limit. The Flame-Breaking Gauntlets required both fists to unleash their full power. Their inherent advantage wasn't defense, but rather the ability to interrupt opponents' attacks through continuous strikes, keeping them trapped in their own rhythm. In a situation like that, continuing to use the Red Lotus Form would clearly result in death. The only possibility of survival was to counterattack with martial arts, attempting to gain a slight advantage through technique.

Fortunately, Sheng Qili's sword strike didn't last long, and Bai Lin, using all her might to counter it with her sword, finally found a way out. However, the flesh on her lower back and legs was still ravaged by the opponent's lightning magic. After all, a sword is not a weapon for protection. Bai Lin was already at her limit at this point.

Some might argue that Bai Lin had already activated the Red Lotus Form when she wasn't injured, so wouldn't that be the case here? No, unlike Sheng Qili, she had to change weapons, and she had to use the shield-touching action. From the beginning to the game, although Sheng Qili was outmaneuvered by Bai Lin, she had the initiative almost always in her hands before using the gloves.

This mastery of the overall situation was also part of Wu's mastery. She surpassed Bai Lin not only in magical power but also in technique. Bai Lin's injuries were the result of her gradual accumulation, giving her an advantage.

Of course, anyone could tell that Bai Lin was no pushover, otherwise the difference in the severity of their injuries wouldn't be so small. Bai Lin shook his arm, which was still trembling and had a cracked wound, and tightened it, then used it to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and replied with high morale,

"You're quite formidable too. If you'd been even slightly better than me just now and used the same sword strike you used against me and He Zhan, I'd have been dead just as well. It's a shame that now you can only drag out an ugly and lengthy confrontation with a sinner like me."

Beyond her own fighting spirit, her words were filled with sarcasm, unlike the equally matched masters in many works, who lacked the slightest sympathy of a rival. We all knew Bai Lin, she couldn't wait to finish her work and get home to sleep. And Saint Qili was even more powerful. If there was a button that could kill Bai Lin instantly and herself, she would definitely press it and call it a day. So, their exchange had already been long enough, and the rest—

The powerful sound of metal clashing rang out again. The clash of weapons was their home turf.

Chapter 717: Hard to Resist

As for Bai Lin's inherent sensitivity to flying objects, why didn't he simply use his weapon to easily block the opponent's flying sword? The reason was simple: the Blade of Dogma had already demonstrated its unique properties, perfectly suppressing the Ember Flame. Recklessly resisting would only result in greater damage.

Presumably, Sheng Qili had chosen to use such a targeted move after seeing Bai Lin's twin swords stained with ember flames. After all, in this vast mountain plain, there was no suitable material to replace ember flames and withstand Sheng Qili's attack. Fortunately, Bai Lin was skilled at lifting the floor, allowing him to escape safely.

Having temporarily dodged the attack, Bai Lin was given the opportunity to change her weapons mid-air. She once again chose the katana. After all, it was the only weapon besides the twin swords that could be used with her injured hand as a secondary weapon. Without the right environment, the twin swords could only be unleashed through Bai Lin's skill. Unfortunately, Sheng Qili was far superior to her in martial arts, so simply concealing her own martial arts characteristics and using various sword techniques to counter the opponent would not work.

The more one is losing ground, the less likely one is to anxiously dream of a comeback through whimsical techniques. Instead, one must choose a stable approach with the highest probability of victory. Choosing the katana doesn't mean abandoning control and turning to defensive tactics to survive. Rather, it means utilizing certain katana techniques that one has recently mastered and that Saint Qili hasn't yet learned, allowing for a chance to attack without placing too much burden on oneself.

But would Saint Qili really give Bai Lin this opportunity? The answer was clearly a resounding no. She also flew out from the cliff, beneath the bright sun. The two swords in her hands spread apart, and her entire figure transformed into the cross of Holy Judgment, pursuing Bai Lin.

Like an approaching sun flame, a pure, all-encompassing lamp of life. Yet, it was also filled with a solemn, murderous aura, not the turbulent sway of flames, but pure, unadulterated judgment. That presence, like something from another world, shattered Bai Lin's vision, sending her mind into a state of alert. She instantly abandoned her original thoughts and dodged as quickly as she could after hitting the ground, without a single thought of victory through so-called "technique."

Some gaps cannot be filled by exerting all one's strength. At least that's what Bai Lin thought about this attack.

The light seemed to be swallowed by the earth, leaving no surface trace, but Bai Lin didn't dare to relax at all. She was also very sure that it was not an illusion. Then, Sheng Qili's figure flashed again, and she suddenly rushed from the mountain wall, and her hands were already wrapped with a powerful thunder.

Bai Lin held her breath, concentrating her mind as she responded with her sword. Her left hand folded, the blade facing outward, and she bent one leg backward, lowering her body. Her injured right hand rested limply on her left elbow, and then, just before the attack arrived, she swung it out with a single blow.

Although her legs were poised to lunge forward, she launched a familiar backward leap, albeit with a bit more force than usual and a slightly higher altitude. A single splitting strike perfectly bisected the wave of magic emanating from Saint Qili, blasting it back into the surrounding world in both directions. This, in turn, successfully dealt the sword sufficient impact to neutralize the opponent's attack.

While powerful, such a counter-attack would logically reduce her agility, making her vulnerable to Saint Qili's subsequent attacks. However, when Bai Lin launched this downward strike, she used a force similar to that of a one-handed sword, shifting her body sideways so that the opponent's blade would be slightly further away when their swords met. This was the main reason for her strange stance.

Of course, the choice of angle and force wasn't enough to compensate for the discrepancy in martial arts common sense. This bit of skill couldn't even buy Bai Lin a moment's opportunity, but she certainly wasn't doing this just to show off her skills.

The tip of her long blade pierced the ground precisely, and she raised her upper body slightly again, like a cheetah hunting, lowering her front torso and facing the ground with all four legs. Then, with her waist arched, she exerted force beyond her limit, launching her entire body outward in a swift spiral.

The swirling flames carried her body through the air, swiftly slashing through it, once again striking before Saint Qili could catch up. Then, she slashed through the air, arriving behind Saint Qili, and pointed her blade to the side and rear, her body locked in this forward-pressing stance, leaving only a fleeting flash of blade light in the air.

From receiving the blow to attacking first, and finally launching a counterattack, this was the combination of two sword techniques taught by Yamashita Kanon. However, the connection between the beginning and the end was completely original to Bai Lin.

However, the intention behind this move was naturally to attack first and injure Saint Qili. But Bai Lin, after completing this series of combos, froze in place. You have to know that she wasn't the type to strike a pose after defeating an opponent, nor would she stop her attack until she was absolutely certain her opponent was incapacitated. She wasn't moving simply because she couldn't move.

On the tip of Sheng Qili's blade, besides the faint flash of lightning, there were also some drops of blood dripping onto the ground. Her blade was tilted downward, as if she had completed her slash. She herself was looking back slightly, as if waiting for Bai Lin's next move. But the coldness in her eyes seemed to be mocking Bai Lin.

"That's all your skills?"

Indeed, despite the sheer skill of his slash, Bai Lin still couldn't surpass Sheng Qili. The opponent simply thrust forward with his shoulder and heel, easily deflecting Bai Lin's flaming ring attack with the sharpness of his sword. Then, with the next slash, he and Bai Lin exchanged wounds. Sheng Qili suffered a wound to the side of his chest, halfway down his waist, while Bai Lin's wounds not only left a scar on his back, but also deepened his inner despair.

This time, the confrontation with He was fundamentally different. Bai Lin's opportunities weren't solely determined by her gradually depleting martial arts reserves; they were also diminished by her own traumatic disadvantage. Furthermore, with so many factors at play, she couldn't focus solely on her own skills.

Obviously, she did not win in this round of confrontation, and she only has two more such opportunities at most, or even only one.

Chapter 718 The Dragon Cart is Coming

After all, as his skills gradually wore off, Sheng Qili would find it easier to figure out the patterns, thus finding an opportunity to kill Bai Lin in a single blow. Bai Lin's body, however, was even less able to withstand blood transfusions. Therefore, this defeat might already mean total defeat.

Even though his strength, technique, and speed had improved, they were still surpassed by Saint Qili.

This pressure difference nearly shattered Bai Lin's other tactic. She tightened her grip, and Long Yan's spear roared out from her hand. Malevolent flames entwined her body, oppressing her soul and ripping the armor apart once more, destroying and burning it into new forms.

Negative purple flames etched into her eyes. Without hesitation, she thrust her flaming spear backward. Saint Qili, undeterred, spun around and swung her longsword. The fierce magic energies of both sides collided, annihilating all life in the vicinity. The ferocity of the clash reached a new level.

Bai Lin activated her flames. This didn't mean she'd figured out what she could do in her final minute, but rather that this was her last resort. Saint Qili's attack hadn't yet been fully imbued with magical power, so how could Bai Lin truly trust her skills to withstand the next blow?

If she doesn't open it now, the only fate that awaits her will be a very miserable death.

Under the power of her burning life, Bai Lin's movements became increasingly violent. Her body was collapsing, her soul roaring, and she was actually gradually breaking the stalemate, suppressing Saint Qili so much that she had no chance to change the blade of dogma. However, the opponent's expression remained calm. The short-haired girl tilted the blade and responded while taking Bai Lin's attack.

"You've grown a lot. You're no longer what you were before. The more desperate the situation, the more terrifying you seem to be."

Bai Lin didn't react much after hearing this. She also responded with words, but she didn't reply to the other party's words. Instead, she said aggressively,

"There's a very nice village dozens of kilometers away. I don't want to destroy it, so I hope you can either retreat or change direction, or be able to completely withstand my attack."

The village Bai Lin was referring to was naturally Xiaopiao Village. Right now, she didn't have the time to worry about the safety of a place like that. But she also didn't want to be dodged by Saint Qili after a full-strength attack, and then accidentally destroy the entire village. That's why she said that.

Saint Qili's response was very direct. The golden light in her eyes shone even brighter. She held the long blade in both hands and raised it upwards, then replied briefly,

"You, just come directly."

If Bai Lin were in the middle of a duel, she'd probably just smile indifferently, giving her all to defeat her opponent before dealing with the taunts. But now, engulfed in flames, she had no desire to deal with the opponent's words. She simply wanted to stretch out her opponent's tendons and bones, devour their flesh and blood, and completely reduce them to ash.

So, she moved.

A thunderous sound echoed across the distant land. Powerful ember flames, like dragon claws, gripped the ground, tumbling into a charging stance. And Bai Lin, like a fearless charging chariot, instantly charged forward. As the flames surged, he fiercely thrust his spear at Saint Qili.

Though it appeared as though a dragon was charging forward, Bai Lin only needed a split second to collide with Sheng Qili's long sword. Her power shook Sheng Qili's body, and she rushed aggressively into the distance. Destruction, destruction, her power would continue until the opponent was completely destroyed, until the spear broke through the blade and pierced Sheng Qili's body.

When a dragon is enraged, it soars a thousand miles, even without wings, simply charging. The scars left by the embers of fire made the surrounding creatures shudder and pause to watch. The wolf girl inside the flower house leaped onto the rooftop and, with a hint of concern, howled shrilly at the sky stained with purple flames. It was as if she sensed that even the deepest resentment seemed unable to completely consume the other party.

Under such a collision, Saint Qili could only rely on her own thunder magic to resist. The restless thunder light, with a certain frequency, steadily competed with Bai Lin's dragon chariot. Finally, after being knocked far away, she noticed that the magic power of Jinyan had decreased slightly, and she exploded.

She exerted her strength instantly, deflecting the blade and simultaneously shaking the spear with the force of her blade, instantly disrupting Bai Lin's unstoppable momentum and causing her attack to be slightly deflected and swept to the side. Then, the blade instantly struck Bai Lin. Not willing to be outdone, Bai Lin, knowing he was at a disadvantage from behind, also swung his spear, blocking Sheng Qili's attack.

The two destructive magical energies collided head-on, their momentum immense. The destructive force was beyond description, and could only be described simply as a catastrophe. But Bai Lin, at the center of the catastrophe, maintained a steady, attacking stance. This magical power wasn't meant for her to wreak havoc; it simply allowed her to maintain a level with Sheng Qili for a limited period, using this rare, shoulder-to-shoulder momentum to engage the opponent in a cold-weapon exchange.

The powerful spear fire pierced the sky and reached directly in front of Sheng Qili. However, the opponent simply lowered his posture while attacking, and the oblique strike made Bai Lin's attack dazed. Then he instantly closed in on the opponent, and shot out a dozen illusory blades at the same time.

Bai Lin swung his spear with all his might, flames raging, and the golden spear erupted in a murderous rage, briefly repelling Sheng Qili's attack. But after his own energized attack reached its limit, Sheng Qili's eyes suddenly turned cold. Like Bai Lin, she twisted her wrist, pointing the blade inward. Then, with a half-turn, the powerful lightning edge momentarily withdrew from the direct clash with the flames, then descended with even greater force, a dazzling brilliance.

In an instant, the world fell silent, leaving only the humming sound of slashing blows. Saint Qili's side was half injured by the ember flames, but the wound was merely the result of the lance tip glancing off as she spun. Meanwhile, a long bloody streak ran down Bai Lin's side, his internal organs clearly visible, though no further damage had been done.

Dragging her body like this, Bai Lin had already lost half of her balance. Blood gushed out of her, and her single hand could no longer support the violence of the spear. She fell backwards and crashed into a giant flower stalk.