A flash of blue light appeared in Yang Qinglan's eyes, and Chunhuang staggered. Her body, which was already floating, suddenly lost the gravity of the ground, while the ceiling above her head suddenly gained gravity, and she flew upwards.

Yang Qinglan waved her hand again, and a spider web fell down on her head.

"How dare you!" Emperor Chun shouted like a phoenix.

"boom!"

The repulsive force, the spider web, the Black Death, the Desert Eagle's bullets, and the King Cobra's poisonous mist were all pushed aside.

The earth trembled, sand and stones flew everywhere, the entire building exploded with a deafening roar, and screams of alarm rose from the pear garden. The electric lights tied to the power lines swayed wildly.

The air was wailing, and the air currents were swirling wildly, forming a visible wall of air.

Li Changzhou, Yang Qinglan, Li Qianxia, ​​and King Cobra were ejected by the impact, like fragments of a grenade exploding.

Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia's slender and graceful figures twisted in the air, landed, and took a few steps back to dissipate all the impact.

Peng!

Before they could regain their footing, Li Changzhou had already leaped off the ground and charged like a cannonball toward the white-haired Heavenly Consort, who was completely naked.

A fierce wind blew, causing the Black Death's black robes to flutter wildly. The white bone scythe seemed to merge into her white hair as it sliced ​​towards the Spring Emperor's head, intending to split it in two.

The mist, like a serpentine veil, swept past the scythe; the Black Death could only touch souls, and could only be touched by souls.

But just now, he was pushed away by the voice of the Spring Emperor!

Spring Emperor's eyes flashed, and he ducked to avoid the bone scythe.

There are still five meters to go.

With a flash of emerald light, Li Changzhou threw out the Emerald Bee Sword.

The misty veil that hadn't reached the sickle seemed enraged and surged towards the azure light, the two becoming entangled.

Four meters.

Li Changzhou clenched his fist, his mind clouded with gloom.

The Spring Emperor slowly raised her head, her beautiful face now cold and stern.

Three meters.

Lightning strikes the spine, unleashing potential like a vast ocean.

The Emperor's white hair trembled, each strand of hair tilting upwards.

Two meters.

The immense force twisted into a spiral and surged into the right arm.

The hair rustled, raining down like arrows.

One meter.

Yang Qinglan's eyes turned blue, but it was too late to aim at the white hair that was moving with inertia. With a flicker of her eyes, she suddenly pulled Chunhuang to the left again.

Li Changzhou and the Spring Emperor passed each other by.

With all his might, both his white hair and right arm were unable to retract in time.

At the same time, twist your waist and extend your legs.

Bang!

Kacha, the Spring Emperor's straight, long legs, sank in as if boneless, then twisted again, as if pieced together.

Peng!

A shockwave shot through the air, and Chunhuang plummeted to the ground like a meteorite, while Li Changzhou was propelled into the night sky.

Just as it was about to land, Chunhuang pressed his palm against the ground, and it floated up again.

Bang bang bang!

The Desert Eagle unleashed a barrage of bullets, one after another, carving out a vacuum tunnel.

The Spring Emperor's form shifted, and the bullet struck the mist as if it had passed right through.

"Useless thing!" Li Qianxia let go, and the Desert Eagle slid down, beginning to summon the Crimson Steel Gun.

Yang Qinglan cast a gravitational pull on Li Changzhou with her eyes, stopping his soaring momentum—in the air, no matter how powerful Li Changzhou was, he couldn't unleash his full potential and could only obediently follow the inertia.

With Yang Qinglan constantly adjusting the gravity, Li Changzhou finally returned to the ground.

A blood-red steel spear appeared in Li Qianxia's long-awaited hand, her JK uniform melting away, revealing her blood-red armor and fingertips sharp as claws.

Golden threads outlined her entire body. Yang Qinglan removed her hairpin, revealing golden holy armor, a red cloak, and the Emerald Bee Sword tinged with golden light. Her black hair danced like silk.

The king cobra emerged from a pile of rubble like a flowing stream, raised its neck, and flicked its tongue.

The electric lights swayed incessantly, casting long and short shadows of the four people and the snake, while cries for help echoed throughout the pear orchard.