Ultimately, the two collided high in the air.

The second form of the domain—no birth!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The fine sword energy intertwined, and the inhuman monster twisted and dodged. Apart from some superficial wounds, it was truly impossible to harm it in the slightest for the time being.

Moreover, it even has the capacity to launch an attack.

A dark, water-like mirror suddenly appeared not far in front of Jiang Wuyuan as the monster raised its hand and made a hand seal.

Jiang Wuyuan was still on guard against what kind of strange attack this was when he saw the water mirror suddenly distort.

The black substance broke through the mirror and gradually transformed into a humanoid figure that looked exactly like him.

Jiang Wuyuan narrowed his eyes and tentatively slashed out with his sword.

clang!

Two identical sword lights collided in mid-air, sending sparks flying everywhere.

Ignoring the still-stalemate attack, Jiang Wuyuan took a step towards the humanoid figure.

Clouds drift and expand in the sky!

The third step of snow burial – Frost descends!

An icy wind swept through, causing a sharp drop in temperature.

The humanoid figure formed from water paused slightly, and tiny ice crystals gradually appeared on its body.

If the water is frozen, the movements will naturally not be as smooth.

Without hesitation, Jiang Wuyuan thrust out his sword, aiming directly at the humanoid figure's throat.

Crack—Boom!

Its upper body was first completely frozen into a block of ice by the icy blue sword light, and then it exploded with a bang, shattering into pieces that looked like crystal-clear gems.

The ice and snow suddenly appeared, like the falling frost.

A few pure white snowflakes drifted down from the sky, as if playing a mournful funeral song for the half-body human figure that had been reduced to a mere torso.

Jiang Wuyuan withdrew and retreated, bypassing the remaining half of the humanoid body, and sped off towards the monster.

Wind, Splendor!

During the high-speed flight, the golden phantom of the deity rose like the sun.

In such deep darkness, even a glimmer of light would be extremely eye-catching, let alone such a bright white-gold color.

However, the sword did not land on the monster.

Suddenly, the black humanoid figure, which had been shattered into ice by Jiang Wuyuan, appeared in front of the monster. Its body was torn to pieces from the powerful attack it had endured once again.

Jiang Wuyuan's gaze passed through the exploded water elemental corpse in front of him and saw a sinister smile on the lips of the eighth-tier monster.

Jiang Wuyuan's ominous premonition grew stronger.

Sure enough, in less than a breath, the black humanoid reformed, and its strength was not affected in the slightest.

Jiang Wuyuan frowned slightly.

This guy is a bit tricky.

The humanoid form, condensed from black water mirrors, could die and regenerate repeatedly; it seemed that as long as the monster didn't die, it would never disappear.

To kill the monster, one must avoid the black humanoid's obstruction.

All thoughts flashed by in an instant, without even taking a second.

On the battlefield, there was simply not much time for Jiang Wuyuan to devise a strategy.

Every change in the battle situation, every single second, directly affects the outcome of the entire war.

Jiang Wuyuan took a step back, and taking advantage of the moment when the black humanoid figure closed in, he used his spatial abilities to release a clone, while his main body silently slipped into the gap.

Clone Technique!

With Jiang Wuyuan's current strength, it wouldn't be difficult for his clone to inherit 90% of his original strength.

Therefore, even an eighth-tier monster cannot distinguish the difference between the two in a very short time.

The clone and the black humanoid were locked in a fierce battle, locked in a stalemate.

Until the humanoid figure raised its sword and swung it, shaving off a few strands of the clone's hair.

Seeing the clone dodge backward, the black figure seized the opportunity to advance.

Its sword-drawing technique, identical to Jiang Wuyuan's, was just as powerful, but it lacked the unique charm of Jiang Wuyuan's style.

It was an innate confidence, an unwavering commitment to the way of the sword, and the sword aura accumulated over many years of practice—something that was hard to describe yet whose difference was immediately apparent.

Seeing that it had taken the bait, the clone curled its lips and used the Rift Technique to leave the spot right in front of the black humanoid.

It once again drew its sword and approached the monster, which was completely blocked behind it by the black humanoid figure.

When the monster saw it, the smile on its face became even more ferocious, as if it was lamenting Jiang Wuyuan's overestimation of his abilities.

As expected, the golden sword light was blocked by a figure that suddenly appeared.

Unfortunately, the monster was too happy too soon.

Because, at the same time, Jiang Wuyuan's true form also appeared behind it.

Its hair looked like it hadn't been washed or groomed in a long time, with wispy strands clinging to its rough skin, and large clumps of dark red, sticky substance stuck together with blood.

However, this did not prevent Jiang Wuyuan from seeing the panic in the dirty back of the head in front of him.

This monster's own offensive capabilities are very limited; all its abilities seem to be concentrated on that water mirror.

Indeed, in one-on-one combat, this method is almost unmatched.

Unfortunately, it encountered Jiang Wuyuan.

The dark blue longsword flashed through the air, leaving a trail of afterimages, before smoothly severing the monster's head.

It didn't even understand what was happening; it just suddenly felt a strange palpitation, and then its perspective began to spin.

My neck feels cold, and my blood is spurting out.

In its final moments, it saw its headless body and the tall, elegant young man holding a sword standing behind it.

How could this be...?

Its filthy head fell into the earth, its soul returned to heaven, ending its absurd life.

The black humanoid figure that had been locked in a stalemate with the clone not far away then dissipated, turning into water vapor and merging into the world.

Seeing that even an eighth-tier alien race couldn't stop that killing god, Night Owl's commander was now completely panicked.

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