Origin Paradise!

Jiang He was struck by more than a dozen deep, bone-chilling slashes. Kong Chan was clearly more focused on mechanics, making it impossible to defend against.

"Looking at this snowy night, one of us has to die before this is over." Ayarlen was also seriously injured. His heart was half destroyed, and he had permanent damage to many joints. In terms of skill, he was no match for his enemy, so he could only make up for it with speed.

Suddenly, countless black ropes that blended into the darkness appeared, and the energy of the night materialized, binding Jiang He from all directions, leaving him no way to escape.

Ayarlen laughed and threw it out with all her might. The Empty Cicada was an ability, not just a simple slash.

Jiang He plummeted from the sky to the ground, splitting the earth for thousands of meters. The night-attribute energy that invaded his body was quickly extinguished, but the undefended fall still brought him immense pain, his internal organs churning. However, this was nothing out of the ordinary for him; he was used to it.

The moment it landed, its four wings spread out.

A pair of blood-red wings, cold and sharp, seemed to be shrouded in a bloody mist; a pair of white wings, holy and pure, were adorned with a dazzling radiance. With all four wings flapping, seven thousand two hundred feathers burst forth.

Whoosh whoosh!

Like a volley of arrows, feathers blotted out the sky and sun.

The skyscrapers along the way crumbled and collapsed little by little under the intense bombardment, like a great river washing over them.

Ayarlen stood in mid-air, casually biting the scythe handle, and repeatedly swung her hands, releasing a barrage of slashes as dense as a blizzard in the sky.

Clang clang!

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, feathers and slashes collided repeatedly, sending sparks flying high into the sky like colorful fireworks, the piercing and heavy sounds of the collisions echoing endlessly.

On the collapsed overpass, a lower-ranking nobleman watched in despair as half a severed feather fell. He could vaguely see a divine light, but his body could not react.

The battle between two powerful individuals was a disaster even in its aftershocks for others. Regardless of the impact, casualties, or morality, it was a pure and primal slaughter.

"Great Ancestor, look at us!"

A nobleman roared angrily at the sky in despair.

"They couldn't even withstand the aftershocks." Aylan laughed maniacally. "Shouldn't they be looking for problems within themselves?!"

Swish!

Ayarlen activated the Empty Cicada technique on herself.

His figure appeared directly in front of the enemy, silently and without warning.

Jiang He's pupils contracted slightly.

Aylan pressed two fingers against the enemy's throat, looked up with a smile, and unmistakably uttered a sigh:

"Those are truly indifferent eyes, but undeniably, you are enjoying yourself too. This is the fate of warriors like us. If we are unwilling to enjoy it, then we can only grow weary. Our swords will dull, our wills will rust, and in the end, we will die like rats, ugly and unwilling."

Whoosh whoosh!

From Ayarlen's palm, a dozen or so black scythe-like slashes, the Rakshasa, were unleashed with frenzied fury—a devastating attack brimming with violence.

Jiang He, in his Eternal Night Hunter form, darted swiftly through countless shadows, yet under the same night sky, his strikes followed relentlessly.

The gunshots faded, the armor crumbled, and a head flew off irrevocably, splattering golden blood.

Ayarlen shook his head regretfully. He felt that the enemy hadn't gone all out, and neither had he. But that's how battles are; there's no room for regret.

But just as he was about to turn around...

The immense power of time suddenly descended.

With her severed arm regenerated and her blood flowing back, everything seemed like a dream. When Jiang He emerged from the torrent of time, she had returned to her prime.

An unprecedented glint flashed in Ayarlen's eyes, and a ferocious, crazed, and gleeful smile appeared on his face.

"How many times can I kill you?"

"This is so exciting!!"

call!

Aylan disappeared into the night once again.

But when this True Ancestor of the Night appeared before Jiang He once again, what awaited him was a dazzling display of gunfire.

—The ultimate skill in gunplay: Watching the Sea and Listening to the Waves.

Within a ten-meter radius, everything is perfectly clear.

—The Spear of the Oath of Victory.

Jiang He remained calm. When Kong Chan first got close, he did react, but it was impractical to prepare his ultimate move completely in the face of a sudden attack. Instead, he used up one time loop to make the enemy walk into his trap. Overall, it was a win-win situation.

Boom!

The gunshot shattered Ayarlen's chest.

Despite the timely transformation of his entire body into darkness, the powerful destructive force remained devastating. The relentless shockwave tore deep fissures across the ground, leaving streets collapsing and high-rise buildings on both sides crumbling in the aftershocks.

But at the same time.

Ayarlen looked up, his blood-stained face beaming with a broad smile. The 50% total damage reduction had saved him from death. He thrust his hands forward, unleashing his full power of slashing.

—Black Scythe Slash: Prison Gate Killing Realm.

The extremely sharp Rakshasa, perfectly combined with the elusive Void Cicada, under the control of the power of slash, possessed a power surpassing even that of a domain, descending upon the vampire city within a radius of several thousand meters.

In an instant, the city was as if it were being repeatedly torn apart by an invisible giant blade. Countless steel buildings were like playing cards being torn apart thousands of times. On the streets, the ground seemed to be constantly cracking like butter, and deep cracks spread at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye, engulfing all the fleeing vampires and humans.

Countless cars were reduced to flying metal fragments by the slashing, blood splattered in the air, staining the blizzard and turning almost the entire city crimson. Body fragments were scattered in every corner of the city, and the gushing blood flowed along the building ruins, forming dark red streams.

The entire vampire city was instantly transformed into a living hell, with the central area completely disappearing.

In the deathly silence, Jiang He, the primary target of the attack, was almost completely annihilated.

Before Ayarlen could let go, the power of time flowed once more, and from the cold death, an even colder spear pierced forth.

"really!"

Aylan laughed heartily, his black scythe blocking the attack. The enemy's despicable strength was indeed meant to be used a second time.

But in an instant, ten coffins rose from the ground, and ten lower-ranking nobles exploded simultaneously. The long-accumulated hell virus struck directly from the mysterious realm—this was the power of malevolent blood.

Aylan was momentarily dazed.

At that very moment, the silver spear dodged the paused black scythe and pierced his throat through his mouth.

Coming to her senses, Ayaren disregarded her extremely severe injuries, her eyes suddenly turning pitch black as she activated the boring yet deadly Ancient Serpent God Eye, unleashing an Immortal-level curse.

The silver spear suddenly stopped moving forward.

Jiang He's body surface showed extensive petrification, and due to her physical condition, the gluttony was difficult to digest in a short time.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to use this move," Ayarlen said sincerely. Before the Eye of the Ancient Serpent God was refined into power, he did not consider it his own power.

But there is no such thing as holding back in a fight because of that.

Ayarlen swung her black scythe and slashed at the enemy's neck.

call!

Jiang He activated her Demon Eye, unleashing an Immortal-level paralysis.

Aylan froze on the spot, her eyes filled with surprise instead of shame and anger, even though death was just around the corner.

Two bloody figures simultaneously detached from Jiang He's back. The knight of the past directly plucked out the enemy's left eye, which contained the power of the ancient serpent god, while the knight of the future pierced the man's heart with a single hand.

"A defeat that never went unnoticed, so delicious, so exquisite, so captivating."

Ai Yalen was immersed in the long-awaited ending, feeling her own power begin to dissipate, but her heart was still filled with joy. The strong must step on the corpses of the strong to become stronger, tirelessly and tirelessly climbing to the top.

In the blink of an eye, a powerful mental wave swept out.

"Heroic will, huh?" Jiang He thought to himself. He was naturally very familiar with the changes in his enemy.

Perhaps it was because of her unwavering and steadfast determination that Ayarlen awakened a heroic will that was virtually impossible to produce in this world at the final moment of defeat. Unfortunately, it came too late to change the outcome.

But suddenly, Aya's eyes turned incredibly angry.

"Look back!"

puff!

A shadow approached at an unbelievable speed, like a slender blade flowing through the shadow, piercing Jiang He's heart from behind. The petrification that covered almost his entire body made it difficult for him to turn around.

"why why!"

Why did you take away my command?!

"How can I lead the Nanase family without making any contributions!"

"You deserve to die, Your Highness!"

Nanase Maki screamed madly as shadow energy poured into someone's wound.

A sneer appeared on Jiang He's face.

"Do you think you deserve to be on this battlefield? If you don't wake up, don't blame me."

Six suns exploded in broad daylight, the repulsive force sending Nanase Maki flying, but her shadow seemed to writhe violently, emitting an aged yet triumphant laugh.

"The old saying 'the fisherman reaps the benefits' is truly true."

"Two brainless battle maniacs are better off waiting to die."

Ayarlen's face was ashen. He was so engrossed in the battle that he forgot about the True Ancestor of Shadows. However, this was also related to the opponent's strange presence and his expertise in assassination and manipulation.

"One of the main abilities of his Shadow Power is to amplify the darkness in people's hearts. That woman is beyond saving."

Jiang He understood, and kicked Ai Yalun away. He didn't have the strength to hunt down two True Ancestors at the moment, but it seemed that the other one deserved to die more.

Looking back, the middle-aged man in the digital world was likely one of the prey targeted by the True Ancestor of Shadows, and after his death, the shadow shifted to Nanase Maki.

The True Ancestor of Shadows landed from mid-air, corrupting Nanase Maki's entire body, and laughed wildly: "Prince, is it? You still have some strength left. If you still had that power, you shouldn't have let the petrification spread."

Jiang He was too lazy to speak, so he simply raised his silver spear.

When the Spear of Victory once again shone brightly, the surrounding gale subsided, and all was silent.

When the Angel Ring was activated for the first time, three beams of gunfire brought the laughter of the True Ancestor of Shadows to an abrupt halt.

As the mythical form, which had been restored by the second time loop, collapsed once again, black arcs of light swirled around it, and crisp, piercing sounds echoed through the space, which was overwhelmed by the pressure.

The past knight and the future knight simultaneously extended their palms, and together with Jiang He, they unleashed three extraordinary bursts.

Gunfire flashed, enveloping the entire vampire city.

As fate sealed his fate, an indescribable despair filled the heart of the True Ancestor of Shadows, and he turned and fled desperately.

"What monster..." Ayarlen muttered to herself from a distance.

The moment Jiang He threw his spear, the blizzard in the sky dissipated, replaced by the gleam of the spear.

Light filled the sky and the earth.

It was overwhelming, seemingly boundless.

Jiang He extended one hand forward, releasing the Time Ring.

The already incredibly intense light became even more vast, as if the entire sky was falling, with nowhere to escape.

It was just a fleeting moment.

The judgment from the Gluttonous Lord descended upon the earth, instantly engulfing the pathetic figure of the Shadow Ancestor as he charged left and right.

After a long while, the gunfire subsided, and half of the vampire city vanished from the world in a radial pattern, leaving behind only a giant crater tens of thousands of meters in diameter.

[Hint: The True Ancestor of Shadows is dead]

[Hint: You have created an exclusive skill - Light of Eternal Judgment (Mythical Arcane Level)]

Click!

The two knightly shadows vanished.

Jiang He leaned on his spear for support. This strike was the limit of what he could achieve at the moment. He had exhausted all his physical strength, energy, and mental strength. He was overwhelmed by an unprecedented fatigue. Unlike the divine mind which was borne by Lilith, the Light of Eternal Judgment was undoubtedly his own power.

"But it's not like we can't fight anymore."

Jiang He turned around, her gaze calm.

In the distance, although Ayaren was also badly injured, she meticulously wrapped one arm around her waist and performed a noble salute.

"Farewell, Your Excellency."

"I cannot tolerate my final act being disturbed by petty people."

"Please do not worry about my condition. We vampires or werewolves inherit the power of the ancient serpent god. Given time and resources, we can barely recover from the permanent injuries you have caused, and it will not affect the next battle."