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

Bai Lin was able to find a way to be amused, even interacting with Kronos. However, in her eyes, this monster was indeed similar to Kronos, also a somewhat tattered dragon, also enormous in size, but this one was truly a strange creature. The reason she teased Kronos was because she was imagining his appearance, wondering if he could reveal any information to her, but...

It seems that this fw dragon can do nothing except getting angry.

"Sister, you must be careful. It's... not ordinary. I've experienced a dangerous power in it that manifests in a similar way to mine, but its essence is completely different."

Xiao Miyu's voice sounded softly. This surprised Bai Lin a little. She frowned and asked in confusion,

"Similar to you?"

"Yes, Sister should have felt it. Even just looking at it would cause her to be affected and distorted by unknown negative emotions. Although Sister has an immortal body, if her spirit is completely corroded and imprisoned in a decaying body, she will not be able to display her abilities. If she is deeply influenced by this thing and loses her self, then it will be bad."

"Here, I can't use my own power to keep my sister in the Wolf Spirit state, so there's no way to avoid this. Please be extremely careful. If that doesn't work, just step back a little."

Miyu's words were very true, and Bai Lin understood it too. After using the immortal body for so long, even a fool would know what the weakness is. However, Bai Lin still smiled casually and replied,

"It's okay. I just told your poet sister. Don't worry. Is this the first time I've encountered this situation?"

"The damage is ridiculously high, so can't I just take no damage? Standing nearby will affect me, so can't I just take it down quickly? Everything has its solution, and I always choose the simplest one, no matter how complex the opponent is."

Chapter 760 Arrogant Monster

Bai Lin's words were filled with great passion, but it was unclear whether she was comforting herself or someone else. She raised her staff and pointed it diagonally forward, aiming at the monster's immense bulk. The monster's eyes were fixed on her, its thoughts unclear, and it made no further move.

Bai Lin, of course, would not think about this. She chuckled and said,

"You've really learned all the dragon's bad habits, you ugly monster. You slapped the building and then stopped chasing. You're declaring war on me, right? How can such a tiny ant stand higher than me? That must be what you're thinking, right?"

Instantly, the monster seemed to understand Bai Lin's meaning. Its huge compound eyes blinked, and then it shook its huge head drowsily. Its wings trembled, and the sound of its elytra flapping like insects' wings echoed densely and unbearably. It seemed to be speaking in a language and method that humans could not understand.

They just want to pull down those who are making exaggerated declarations from their high position.

Bai Lin was stunned for a moment. She was probably a little mentally ill, or perhaps she really heard something. She didn't seem surprised by the sudden and clear message from the monster, but was touched by the message itself. Then she replied calmly,

"Really? What an interesting monster! You're just a collection of those twisted, weird creatures I've slaughtered by the thousands. You shouldn't be any different from them. Yet, you're so special? But..."

With its back against the ruins, the monster before it seemed to completely consume Bai Lin's vision. Its wings spread wide, reaching towards the deep, dark sky, connecting to the heavens. Its body stood tall, blocking the indistinct black building behind it. It was also connected to the land, as vast as the earth itself.

The feeling of distortion and erosion was magnified by its size. It was as if the monster no longer had a concrete form, but instead clung to the world. Or perhaps, it was as if the entire world had transformed into ferocious claws, gazing at Bai Lin, ready to tear him apart. This feeling was truly unpleasant.

But Bai Lin still exhaled and said loudly without hesitation,

"Even if you don't want to hear it, I'm still going to say it! Fuck you, I'm going to kill you at will, and no one needs to worry about me, because I'm going to get this done right now!"

As everyone knows, those who talk too much are actually more afraid. Bai Lin naturally said nothing more. This time, she took the initiative. She locked her shoulders, and with two or three steps, she quickly circled around to the monster's flank, which was buried underground.

This time, she didn't have the explosive power to close in on the enemy instantly, but she was still quick enough to dart to the side. The monster only had one hand on the ground, so the other side was naturally a vulnerable point. She raised her long staff and thrust it directly at the body composed of various limbs. Swift and decisive action was always Bai Lin's style.

But just as she thrust her weapon forward, her vision blurred, and a sudden sense of loss washed over her, causing her to hesitate for a moment. When she regained consciousness, she discovered she was surrounded by anomalous entities, seemingly utterly nonexistent, as if their modules were contaminated. Then, the monster raised its head high, letting out a shrill howl, clearly about to spew out some substance from its mouth.

At that moment, the poet's figure flashed by. She leaped into the air and delivered a direct blow. The blade sliced ​​through the superficial limbs, but for such a massive body, it's hard to define such a small amount of damage as "breaking defense." However, the attack deflected a mouthful of phlegm, which looked disgustingly bloody, and missed Bai Lin.

Bai Lin swung her staff, dispelling the unknown presence surrounding her. The bloody scent permeated her weapon, while the stench of corruption and distortion filled her nostrils. The ominous, sinister situation, even after she regained some clarity, still hampered her progress. Yet, she remained true to her usual style, unhesitatingly unleashing her staff, following its previous trajectory.

If you don't know someone's abilities, just fight them. Bai Lin believed in this more than trying to figure out the reason. Her attack had a similar effect to the poet's, but as the blow unfolded, a familiar feeling, a familiar discomfort, returned to her body.

The gushing monster fluids splashed onto Bai Lin's body once again. This crimson liquid seemed different from the yellow it had been when she was a normal monster, but the sensation it brought was similarly profound. It was as if a giant hand suddenly plunged directly into Bai Lin's throat, piercing her heart and gripping it tightly. It tore through her body, causing her every breath, every movement, every consciousness to drift ever further afield.

If it were just ordinary pain, she would have known how to deal with it. But once this feeling emerged, maintaining normal thinking became almost impossible. In those brief seconds, Bai Lin had been tricked twice in the battle. If the poet hadn't been there, she would have lost her life twice.

"How are you? If you can't, retreat in a roundabout way!"

Of course the poet noticed that something was wrong with Bai Lin, and he immediately asked loudly and showed concern. Bai Lin, who was supporting his body with a long stick, stared with bloodshot eyes, hunched over, and took several deep breaths before slowly raising his body. He stared at the world in front of him with an indescribable look in his eyes.

"It's okay, it just has some effects, that's all... Hey, magic wand, didn't you say you were useful? Why is it here again? And it's even more powerful than before! Damn, this thing is too abnormal, how can I fight normally? You better think of a solution quickly, overcome the difficulties, and make it work."

"I've just warned you, you must be careful. I can't rely on my strength to face this thing safely. You must stay calm. Right now, you can only rely on yourself!"

Chapter 761 It’s too scary

This was the first time Bai Lin called the magic wand a magic wand, but the magic wand didn't seem to be very strong. Her voice was a little deep, could it be that it was also affected by the monster's body fluids?

"Is it just me...?"

Pondering this, Bai Lin touched her chin. She glanced at the poet who was still fighting, and without thinking for half a second, she slammed her long stick to the ground, jumped up, dodging the opponent's claws, and started.

"I've always done this. I've lived on my own for so many years, so I'm used to it. But this time, there's a boss to help me, so I can't do worse than before—"

"Since it can deal damage, then I definitely have a way to deal with it. If you can think of a solution, then think of one. If you can't, then just wait for me to find a solution."

Bai Lin declared this while roaring furiously, striking the opponent's body three times in a row. Then, her entire body shook again, and she stumbled two steps forward, nearly collapsing onto the monster's body. Fortunately, she managed to hold herself up by pulling herself up, but once she regained her balance, her first action was to swing the long staff in her hand, striking the opponent directly in the body.

Blood and flesh splattered; the damage wasn't great, but it was real. The monster roared with a deep, muffled roar, its body flexing, sending Bai Lin flying back. Bai Lin spun in mid-air, quickly regaining his footing. With unsteady steps, he swayed from side to side, shaking the iron rod in his hand, and instantly charged again.

The poet, also engaged in the fight, frowned. She seemed unaffected by the enemy's blood, but the damage she inflicted was less than Bai Lin's, barely scratching the surface. Her own injuries were far greater than the enemy's. After only a few exchanges, the poet had already sustained bruises from the monster's limbs.

The monster raised its dragon head high, and corrupted liquid rapidly flowed from the corner of its mouth, oozing across the ground. Then, its wings swiftly spread out, enveloping itself. The powerful gust of wind made a resounding noise, and it was clear that flapping its wings was a powerful attack, carrying the force of an obliterating blow, as if it intended to completely obliterate the two's living space.

Seeing this, the poet naturally wouldn't sit still and wait for death. She dodged the direct attack from the wings, swung her sword with both hands, and the heat and sharpness from the tip of the blade sliced ​​the ground at her feet, barely enough for her to stand in. She held the blade in her hand, staring intently at the opponent before her, not daring to relax even a little, and felt an unusual headache.

No, this isn't the way to go. The effective damage output is far too low. It's as if something is actually preventing me from damaging it, not just the monster's tough skin. If we continue fighting like this, we'll be worn down sooner or later.

The monster's attacks weren't overly elaborate, at least not compared to the various races in the universe. Even so, the poet was already somewhat helpless. The most rational approach, it seemed, was to assist and protect Bai Lin, or even simply retreat with her. With such a large size, the damage ratio was too different; there was absolutely no chance of victory if they continued to fight.

Having figured it out, she quickly took her stance and spread her sights, searching for Bai Lin. However, she found her target elusive. Two seconds later, she heard a fierce roar. The source of the roar came from beneath the monster's thick wings, which enveloped her body.

Indeed, Bai Lin didn't flee the monster's vicinity when the blow landed. Instead, she raised her long staff and fiercely resisted. Her body was now pressed tightly against the monster's body, forcibly pressing down on the limbs that made up its body, preventing them from causing too much damage. She held the iron staff horizontally between its wings and torso.

The iron rod was inserted between the two parts of the monster, and the power of the wings was directed towards its own body, which also meant that the monster was causing harm to itself, but it seemed to not care about this little bit of pain at all, but just continued to exert force, and seemed to want to take Bai Lin's life.

Bai Lin, on the other hand, completely ignored herself. She gritted her teeth, stared blankly, and pushed the long stick with all her might. A deep cut was slowly opened by her, which was the main source of her roar. She was exerting force, pushing beyond her limit.

Even if it was just the most foolish method, it was better than doing nothing. And this foolishness seemed to have truly paid off. After opening a small gap, Bai Lin suddenly felt her power flow much more smoothly. Even though her mind felt further distorted by the splattered flesh and blood, she still relied on seven parts instinct and three parts willpower, desperately continuing to exert force, pulling the monster's massive body apart.

The iron rod was incredibly powerful, and even with Bai Lin's harsh tug, it didn't make a single sound, demonstrating its reckless efforts were not in vain. Even though the monster didn't give up on exerting pressure on Bai Lin until the very last moment, Bai Lin still managed to tear a path through it, bursting out, and finally falling powerlessly down along the monster's body.

The monster unleashed its claws and slapped Bai Lin's falling body fiercely. The poet pounced on Bai Lin in time, and their bodies hit the ground farther away. After rolling twice, they finally settled down and escaped from danger. When there was a chance to talk, the poet immediately grabbed Bai Lin's shoulders, shook him, and asked loudly,

"You're asking for your life! Do you know that if there's a problem with your consciousness, it could be a serious problem! Listen carefully, you need to reorganize your thoughts now, don't act impulsively..."

Before she could finish her words, a sound not quite human interrupted her. The already chilling sound was now uttered in a way that made one's heart tremble even more. It was an inexplicable, unspoken tone emanating from Bai Lin's throat.

An ominous dark brown liquid oozed from the corner of Bai Lin's mouth, its meaning unclear, just like the words she spoke. The only thing that was certain was that Bai Lin was no longer in a healthy state, which seemed to imply that something was crawling out of her body.

Chapter 762 Don’t worry, I know my limits

The poet was stunned for a moment, blinking her eyes, her face filled with shock, as if she couldn't believe what she saw was true. In the blink of an eye, words began to form in Bai Lin's mouth, and she said excitedly,

"Haha! Obviously I'll be free after this job! We can all go to hell together and put an end to it all. I can talk to my friends down there. It's much more pleasant than living in this purgatory on earth!"

These inexplicable, even somewhat illogical words came out of Bai Lin's mouth, like a slap in the face from the cold reality. She realized that Bai Lin had already gone crazy. She bit her lower lip tightly, patted his cheek, and anxiously met Bai Lin's extremely chaotic eyes and shouted,

"Wake up, Holy Son!"

It seemed that the loud call had some effect, and Bai Lin's expression instantly recovered from her frenzied state. She stood up from the poet's side in a daze, scratched her head, and then immediately picked up the iron rod and hit the ball of thick phlegm that the monster spewed out like a baseball. After completing this action, she immediately began to gasp in pain and asked,

"What should I do next... Poet? I keep getting blackouts. Will this grinding kill it? Is there a better way to crack it that I haven't found?"

"..."

The poet looked at Bai Lin, sighed deeply, and said in a relatively calm tone,

"You must remain calm, Holy Son. If you know you can't defeat your opponent, a temporary retreat is a reasonable choice. Only by understanding your opponent can you achieve victory. You and I both know this."

Bai Lin looked at the poet's eyes, which were filled with emptiness and confusion. After listening to the poet's words, she remained the same. She did not seem to be enlightened as before, but scratched her head in confusion. Then, she raised the stick and pointed around.

"Look, we're basically surrounded by buildings. The only open space is in the direction of this monster. Where should we retreat? It can tear down a building in one go. With our current speed, can we really escape?"

After Bai Lin asked this question, the monster seemed to be very cooperative, raising its front paws high above the ground. It powerfully and directly attacked Bai Lin and the others, and the conversation between the two had to be interrupted.

Another tremendous roar accompanied the dust rising again. The surrounding ground collapsed even more, exposing the monster's buried body even more. Under this earth-shattering blow, Bai Lin remained calm and unmoved. She was seen hanging herself up with one arm, clasping a groove in the ceiling to avoid the impact.

The monster, realizing its slapping attack had no effect, unfurled its wings and swung its dragon head upwards, barreling towards Bai Lin. In a flash, the massive creature swiftly and heavily barreled towards him. The building Bai Lin was leaning against collapsed, crumbling. Fortunately, Bai Lin seemed to have anticipated this and dodged, preventing him from being carried away by the monster.

She dodged and ran, but did not attack the monster directly as before. Instead, she ran while shouting,

"Look, there's no way to escape, and you can't even articulate a specific method. So I guess I understand what you mean. It's probably something you can't just talk about casually, right? Prophecy is a real hassle, even requiring my own interpretation... Since retreat isn't an option, then of course we can only stay here, right? You're just trying to remind me not to act rashly, right?"

Listening to Bai Lin's top-notch reading comprehension, the poet, who had been dodging for a while, widened her eyes. She opened her mouth but said nothing. Then another sentence came from Bai Lin's side.

"Don't worry, I know my limits. I won't drive myself crazy before I destroy it. You just need to remind me when you can. Before that, let me use my methods to trip it up as much as possible and try to destroy it."

After saying this, Bai Lin slid, avoiding the sweep of the monster's wings and quickly closing in on the creature. Once close enough, the monster's attack methods would be limited by its size, making this the only way to defeat it. Just like before, she plunged the iron rod deep into the monster's body and quickly began to destroy it, dismantling the corrupted giant piece by piece.

The poet froze in place, her grip on the sword seemingly unsteady. It was as if she had lost the calm, commanding presence she'd always possessed. But she was also certain of one thing: Bai Lin now trusted her completely.

The evidence is that when Bai Lin was dodging just now, he did not take the initiative to attack directly, but continued to take action after the communication ended.

Well, if that's the case, there's no need for me to hesitate. She's already made her purpose clear, so I should respond to her trust.

Bai Lin dove and twisted, tumbling over the edge of the dragon's flesh, mercilessly destroying everything she touched. Even though her movements had lost their stability, she acted without hesitation. Just like the extreme balance she had always used, she could maintain her balance in any situation when she had the ability.

Just as there's a way to fight when standing on unstable ground, there's also a way to fight when your mind is disturbed. That's roughly how it feels.

She stood atop the monster's carcass, thrusting the iron rod vertically into it. She sank forward, her posture unsteady, her eyes hazy, as if she had momentarily sunk into a state of mental illness. Then, a powerful impact, a blow from the monster's wing, sent Bai Lin flying.

Even though the iron rod had softened the blow, Bai Lin still spat out a mouthful of blood under such a powerful impact. When she recovered, every cell in her body radiated excruciating pain, and some parts of her body were completely beyond her control. She couldn't even tell if she was conscious. Or perhaps, she had lost consciousness the moment the battle began, only to sink deeper into madness.

Chapter 763: So Much Talk

Then, she forcibly twisted her body, having been flung into the air, and with both hands, she managed to grasp the long stick and thrust it directly at the monster's body. But this still couldn't cushion the immense impact of the blow. She used the upward force, using the iron stick as a fulcrum, to continue her upward flight, like a pole vault. In an instant, she had soared above the monster's head.

Bai Lin, perched in the sky, faced endless chaos. It wasn't simply the darkness of a starless night; it churned with indescribable, even tangible, contents. The night here was moonless; the only thing illuminating her face seemed to be the pair of crimson eyes of the monster staring back at her.

Bai Lin didn't think too much. She smiled miserably and crazily, her face, already stained with blood, now looking even more terrifying. Then, she thrust the iron rod in her hand in the direction of her fall and stabbed it into the monster's eyes.

A miserable sound echoed instantly, and Bai Lin stumbled and fell slowly to the ground. She was practically on all fours, awkwardly and reluctantly weaving through the monster's frantic counterattacks. But she would still occasionally emerge from the pile of flesh and blood to deal a few more blows to the monster.

It's hard to tell when she's fighting lucidly and when she's lost in madness. It's almost as if she herself can no longer tell the difference.

"Human, you are too scary. Do you really want to die?"

Although he didn't know if Bai Lin could hear clearly, Kronos in Bai Lin's mind still asked the same question. It seemed to be wondering if the person who fought against it back then was really the same person now.

"...Sister, is this really okay?"

Miyu asked this question with such concern.

"As for her, there will definitely be no problem. Just keep going and it will be fine, my new master!"

The magic wand looked quite high-spirited, sweeping away the slightly depressed attitude from before, and loudly cheered for Bai Lin. In the midst of the battle, Bai Lin slowly opened his eyes and slowly replied,

"You talk too much. If you can't help, please don't give me any advice."

"okay."

The magic wand was also rare in not saying anything, while the other two were clearly in a state of mixed emotions. After all, they had seen Bai Lin's fighting style clearly.

This was a forced exchange of blood for blood, and while it had some real results, Bai Lin's injuries were piling up. Which side would fall first? No matter who looked at it...it would definitely be Bai Lin's.

Given the disparity in combat power between her and the opponent, even one mistake would have resulted in Bai Lin's instant demise. With only one life left, she didn't have many opportunities to experiment. And given her current mental state, the moment of error could come at any moment. Even the poet had already spoken, "Why not retreat?"

Because no one thought Bai Lin could hold on. Her mental and physical state was gradually approaching the brink of collapse. She could collapse at any moment. Even with a nauseating gelatinous substance oozing from the monster's stabbed eye sockets and countless wounds inflicted on its body, no one thought it would collapse anytime soon.

Clearly, this was a situation of absolute adversity. Although Bai Lin had overcome countless desperate situations—after all, she herself possessed a miraculous presence—this time, she didn't have the usual spare energy. She was no longer a transcendent being, but merely a mortal.

Can a mortal really create a miracle? Even she, can she really do it?

Every erratic strike, every stumbling step, filled everyone with fear, as if she were about to fall. But Bai Lin simply continued to tear apart the opponent's flesh... at the cost of her own body and soul.

The two boxers in the ring were entangled and strangled each other. One of them seemed to be almost unconscious and on the verge of a penalty, but she still did not give up. So, in such a dangerous situation, is there any way to avoid a penalty?

The ringing of the bell instantly halted one of the contestants' movements, and the struggle between them came to a halt. It was the sound of rapid running, a perfect fake bell for monsters.

Our poet was running at full speed. She looked no different than usual, holding nothing to attract the monster. She was simply running towards a certain location. It was the building the monster was facing, a building that seemed to blend into the gloomy sky, filled with chaos and distortion, making it difficult to discern its true nature.

Such a building is certainly peculiar, protected by the monster behind it, but why does the poet's mere running toward it cause the monster to cease its actions? The answer is unclear to us. However, the ultimate result is that the monster's attention is instantly focused on the running poet.

A vast mass of roots, like madly growing trees, sprouted from the monster's body. The seemingly brutal and impetuous act of dismantling its own body components suddenly increased the monster's size. Like a surging ocean wave, its ferocious and profound form completely obscured the sky as it lunged towards the poet. It seemed unwilling to wait even a second, eager to eliminate the poet swiftly.

Sensing the incoming attack, the poet took a deep breath and turned. She gripped her sword tightly, gazing at the surging, raging sea. A blankness and confusion flashed across her eyes. It seemed as if the sheer magnitude of this terrifying force had already exceeded her expectations. While her movements remained unchanged, their movements, altered by her own aura, had deviated from their optimal values. It was hard to imagine how she would escape from the waves once they crashed down upon her.

But before the wave had completely struck, the monster began to wheeze again. Our brave warrior, whose long white hair seemed insane, clutched her battered iron rod. Laughing and glaring, she charged forward, following the monster's path, furiously deconstructing the filthy, foul mass.

The original monster's defense was only equivalent to those of the smaller monsters, just stacked thicker. With this expansion, it wasn't just a matter of constant quantity.

Chapter 764 Are you and I alike?

Just like if you put ten chopsticks together, someone would be unable to break them apart. Breaking ten chopsticks separately is much simpler and faster than breaking ten chopsticks put together. And this is exactly what Bai Lin is doing.

The monster seemed to realize the utter error of its actions the moment it was struck. The surging waves instantly dissipated, and it struggled to pull its scattered limbs back toward itself. The remaining waves attacked the poet.

The fallen limbs formed into a series of shapeless, twisted monsters. The poet raised his blade and, just as he had with Bai Lin in the classroom and the corridor, engaged in a defensive battle. Meanwhile, Bai Lin took a deep breath, then, as the monster reassembled itself, he plunged into its body.

In this way, Bai Lin completely eliminated the monster's advantage of long arms. She only needed to stay inside the monster, fighting it head-on. Killing one side until it was completely wiped out, devouring the other's flesh and blood, leaving no trace of its existence in this world.

After the poet quickly dispatched the enemies around her, she noticed that Bai Lin was making progress. She glanced at her blood-stained hands and shook her head, as if gathering her thoughts. As she took another step toward the building, the monster reacted instantly, as if its limits had been reached. It swung its giant hand, now even more slender due to its reorganization, directly towards the poet.

This was truly troublesome. Clearly, the monster realized that the poet could easily defeat the smaller monsters, but once they were all together, she seemed to have lost some effective tactics. The monster still had the energy to launch this split attack, perhaps reflecting a struggle between it and Bai Lin, and not being able to use its full strength, or perhaps...