"ah!"

Ying Moye let out a miserable cry and flew backward.

A huge hole was punched into his chest by Mo Xie's palm print, which was filled with flames!

—Fire is the nemesis of magic, and for Shadow Demons who roam the shadows, it is an even greater nemesis.

For example,

If fire is 100% effective against magic, then it is 120% effective against shadow demons!

Although this 'Moye' is exactly the same as Moye, it is ultimately just a high-quality imitation made of shadows.

Therefore, it is naturally completely suppressed by fire!

"This...this is impossible..."

Ying Moxie quickly stood up, looking at Moxie with a horrified expression.

His shattered chest was instantly restored to its original state, though his body became slightly darker and more transparent.

"This guy is at his peak after all. Even if the flames completely counter him, it's impossible to seriously injure him."

Mo Xie thought to herself.

"I haven't cultivated any profound arts or techniques, so I can't unleash the full power of the flame energy."

For example,

Mystic techniques are equivalent to skills; without skills, you can only use basic attacks.

The Xuan Gong is like the mana bar; without the mana bar, you can't cast any skills even if you have them!

If I learn the "Fire Spirit Technique" and "Crimson Flame Cloud-Severing Waves" given to me by Xuanling'er,

I'm afraid one strike would be enough to wipe out that imposter!

but,

That's enough for now!

Mo Xie smiled slightly, "You had a great time fighting just now, didn't you? Now it's my turn to speak..."

The words had barely left his mouth when

Mo Xie leaped into the air.

One punch,

Another punch!

One palm strike,

Another slap!

Each strike that landed on Ying Moxie made his body become slightly more transparent.

"Why?! Why is this happening?!"

Ying Moye's defenses were completely breached, and he roared repeatedly, "Why can't I use this move...why?!"

It charged straight at Mo Xie, seemingly without regard for its own life.

Even when Mo Xie's flames landed on him, he didn't care at all!

Mo Xie frowned.

A desperate counterattack from a King of the Extreme Realm is still terrifying.

"This basic attack is still too slow!"

With a thought, a decision was made.

"Purple Thunder Sacred Body, activate!"

A flash of lightning appeared in Mo Xie's right eye.

Flame in the left hand

Lightning on the right hand

"I'll use a basic attack!"

"I'll take the A!"

"I'll take another A!"

"Move, move, it's so frustrating to miss, hehehe..."

Mo Xie dodged Ying Mo Xie's desperate counterattacks.

On one hand, he countered with Thunder Fist and Fire Palm, Fire Fist and Thunder Palm "normal attacks".

Um,

It's not slow now.

The damage dealt to Shadow Moye is multiplied by two!

—The shadowy figure of Mo Xie became increasingly transparent.

In the end,

Even Mo Xie's appearance could no longer be maintained, and he turned back into a dark shadow.

Wow, the shadow is actually yourself!

"He's just naturally a bit dim-witted... I just love teasing him," Mo Xie said, feigning surprise.

pity,

The shadow had lost its previous intelligence and only knew to attack mechanically.

"It's boring..."

Mo Xie curled her lip, "Let's end this!"

A flash of fire appeared in his left eye, and a flicker of lightning appeared in his right eye.

He held a ball of crimson flame in his left hand and a ball of white lightning in his right.

Then,

He actually combined the two together!

Thunder and fire are inseparable; both are spiritual forces of the Xuan Yang attribute!

therefore,

The two easily merged into one—a ball of red and white intertwined lightning and fire!

"This should barely reach the power that a mystical technique should have."

Mo Xie thought to herself.

Bye-bye!

He feigned sorrow and said, "I'll be your shadow again in the next life... Hehehe!"

Throw out the thunder and fire.

It hit the shadowy Moye directly.

boom!

Thunder and fire exploded on Ying Moye's body.

Thump!

With a muffled thud, Ying Moxie exploded into a cloud of black mist and dispersed.

"It's finally over..."

Moye breathed a long sigh of relief.

Is this the final test?

Perhaps...

There is no one else here.

Therefore, Mo Xie was not worried about her secret of possessing thunder and flames being exposed.

—That demonic sound was merely a rule passed down through generations; it did not mean that the Demon Ancestor was actually still alive.

It is precisely because of understanding this point that

Only then did he dare to confidently reveal his biggest trump card.

However, just in case

He resealed the thunder and fire.

In just a moment, the flames and lightning slowly subsided.

A glint of light flashed in Mo Xie's eyes, and his demonic energy revived once more.

but,

He was, after all, severely injured, and the demonic energy in his dantian was very scarce, requiring proper rest and recuperation.

"call……"

Moye slowly exhaled a breath of black gas.

At this moment, he was once again a true member of the demonic path!

No one would know that flames and thunder were hidden deep within his body.

Are you alright?

Si Feiyue looked at the battered and bruised Mo Xie with worry.

Seeing the unreadable meaning in Mo Xie's gaze,

She quickly shook her head, vowing, "Don't worry, I promise I won't tell anyone what happened! If anyone tells, I... I'll die a horrible death..."

Mo Xie shook his head. After several life-or-death battles, a deep sense of exhaustion washed over him.

He couldn't help but stumble.

Si Feiyue quickly stepped forward, trying to support Mo Xie, "You're so badly injured, you need to recover quickly!"

Pfft!

A hand suddenly emerged from her back, and blood dripped down...

Si Feiyue stared at Mo Xie in disbelief, her beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with deep sorrow and bitterness. "Why...why..."

Mo Xie closed her eyes, refusing to look into her resolute yet poignant gaze.

A long sigh,

"The most fleeting things in life are youthful beauty, fading from the mirror and flowers falling from the tree."

"All beautiful things are like an illusion."

"After the illusion shattered,"

"All that remains is the loneliest emptiness..."

He slowly opened his eyes.

Slowly pull your arm back.

Silently watching Si Feiyue collapse tragically to the ground...

...

P.S. It's not a knife! Old Yun has already left many clues earlier, so please look carefully, fellow readers!