Song Qingqing's fingertips were still on the side of Li Lingge's face, and her warm breath was close at hand.
"Can you give your life too?"
Zhao Han's voice was like the collision of cold iron, suddenly tearing apart the charming atmosphere.
Li Lingge's pupils suddenly shrank, and his right hand was already on the Xuanyuan Sword at his waist.
The artifact in the scabbard seemed to sense the danger and emitted a low humming sound.
Zhao Han's figure slowly walked out from the shadows, and the ground cracked with every step he took.
His body was wrapped in dark red metal patterns, and his joints made harsh mechanical friction sounds. His scarlet eyes were fixed on Song Qingqing, and a ferocious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The pressure from the Godly Realm swept over like a tide, and the grass and trees within a hundred feet withered instantly, and the rocks shattered into powder.
The air seemed to freeze, and even breathing became difficult.
Song Qingqing's heart was pounding, and she instinctively took a half step back. She already had the red flaming whip in her hand. A golden-red flame ignited at the tip of the whip, but it was swaying under the terrifying pressure, as if it would go out at any time.
"Zhao Han?" Her voice trembled with disbelief. "You...how did you become like this?"
Zhao Han tilted his head, and the metal bones made a "cracking" sound. He raised his hand, and blood that had not yet dried dripped from his fingertips, leaving dark red marks on the charred ground.
"Like this?" His voice was like metal rubbing against each other, harsh and cold. "Isn't this all thanks to you guys?"
Song Qingqing's eyes fell on the bloodstains on his body, and her pupils suddenly contracted. Whose blood was it?
"Where are Zhang Yang and the others?"
She suppressed her uneasiness and asked in a cold voice.
The corners of Zhao Han's mouth widened, revealing his sharp white teeth, and his smile was ferocious and twisted.
"They're already dead." He said lightly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter. "But Senior Sister Song, don't worry."
He slowly raised his hand, and a ball of dark red energy condensed in his palm, and the surrounding air was distorted by the high temperature.
"You'll be able to see them soon."
Song Qingqing's pupils suddenly constricted and her heart felt like it was sinking into an icy cave.
The worst result finally happened!
She swung the whip violently, and the red flames surged, turning into a roaring fire dragon, rushing straight towards Zhao Han's face!
At the same time, she stepped forward and quickly retreated, trying to create some distance.
Bang!
Zhao Han just raised his hand casually and crushed the attacking fire dragon. Sparks flew everywhere, but even his skin was not burned.
His figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was blocking Song Qingqing's retreat like a ghost!
"Why are you running?" He grinned, his five fingers like hooks, grabbing her throat, "Don't you love looking down on me the most?"
Song Qingqing gritted her teeth and swung her whip back, forming a wall of fire in front of her.
But Zhao Han's palm penetrated the flames unhindered and grabbed her neck!
"Well--"
A feeling of suffocation came over her instantly, and Song Qingqing's feet left the ground and were lifted into the air.
Her crimson whip fell limply, and the flames gradually died out.
Zhao Han admired her painful struggle, with a morbid pleasure flashing in his eyes.
"Don't worry, I won't let you die too quickly." He leaned close to her ear, his voice like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, "I will let you watch with your own eyes how the man you love is tortured by me!"
boom!
Li Lingge naturally knew that Zhao Han was coming for him, and the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed. The sword edge drew a brilliant golden light and cut directly into Zhao Han's throat!
Zhao Han did not dodge or evade, and the sword blade cut his neck, causing a string of sparks to fly!
A metallic luster appeared under his skin. He grabbed the sword with a grim smile and slammed it hard.
The loud bang of metal colliding resounded through the sky. Li Lingge felt his tiger's mouth explode, and a mountain-shattering recoil force came from the Xuanyuan Sword.
The Xuanyuan Sword trembled violently, and Li Lingge was forced to open his palms, and the sword flew out of his hands!
Dro!
The Xuanyuan Sword was inserted diagonally into the ground ten feet away. The sword body vibrated violently, sending out circles of golden ripples.
"Is that all you can do?" Zhao Han's voice was accompanied by the harsh sound of metal friction. His right palm turned into a sharp claw and slammed down fiercely. "How do you think you can beat me?!"
The sharp claws let out a shrill scream. If this palm strikes solidly, not to mention a flesh and blood body, even an iron mountain would be crushed into powder!
Li Lingge put his fingers together like a sword and used his left hand to perform a mysterious spell.
The water vapor within a radius of a hundred feet froze instantly, and countless tiny ice crystals sparkled in the moonlight, like a pouring river of stars.
The ice crystals in the sky suddenly condensed, outlining a huge rune that spanned the sky and the earth. It was exactly the black ice sky that Wei Xiang had condensed to resist the Wolf King before!
Bang!
The sharp claws slammed into the suddenly formed ice wall, with a force that was enough to tear space apart, but only left a few shallow marks on the crystal clear ice curtain.
The extremely cold air spread along the sharp claws, and Zhao Han's mechanical right arm was instantly covered with frost patterns.
"How could you cast this divine talisman?"
Zhao Han's voice fluctuated for the first time. He retreated suddenly, and his frozen right arm shattered into pieces, but then quickly regenerated under the stimulation of the puppet core.
Li Lingge also staggered. If he were in his prime, he would not be so passive.
But he was injured by Lunar Eclipse first, and Song Qingqing didn't know what kind of elixir he had taken, so his mental strength could not be fully concentrated at this moment.
He had to make a quick decision. If he continued to drag it out, he would probably die at the hands of Zhao Han.
Click, click, click!
A teeth-grinding freezing sound was heard, and Zhao Han suddenly found that his feet had been imprisoned by black ice without him knowing when.
What's even more terrifying is that those ice crystals contain some kind of sealing power, and even the operation of the puppet core has begun to stagnate.
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