In the pitch-black sky, dark clouds rolled and gathered, like a thousand horses galloping in.
Within it, a thick, purple liquid surged, eerie and malevolent.
An eerie purple light shone down from the clouds, as if from the abyss, carrying endless malice and ruthlessness.
At the same time, a beam of blue light shot out into the sky, and the two collided, instantly unleashing a deafening roar.
Amidst the collisions and intertwining, countless afterimages overlapped, radiating light like a surging tide. These lights and shadows were not illusions, but real traces left by the collision of forces.
Wherever it went, the air was as fragile as paper, shredded into pieces by its destructive force.
Gravel and dust from the ground were swept into the air, forming massive sand columns that tangled with the storm. Trees, unable to withstand the ravages of the gale, snapped and broke with a cacophony of sounds, like painful wails.
At the eye of the storm, two figures moved so fast they were almost impossible to spot.
The storm intensified, but the clashes between the purple light and the light blades became more frequent.
A violent storm swept across the entire world, with howling winds tearing through the air and emitting a chilling roar.
The storms swept through wave after wave, finally subsiding slightly.
In the center of the apocalyptic wasteland, Chu Liyue stood slender and cold, her long hair flying wildly and her clothes torn and tattered.
Veins bulged down her neck and spread across her forehead, which was soaked with sweat. Her beautiful face was pale, and the blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth was particularly noticeable.
Across from her, Aisie Hall was equally disheveled, her black dress torn in many places, blood dripping from her fingertips, and the purple light surrounding her dim and chaotic.
She looked at Chu Liyue across from her, her gaze revealing extreme ruthlessness and fear. She really hadn't expected that with the help of that one vial of reagent, Chu Liyue would be so strong and able to hold on for so long.
Chu Liyue had to endure pain to use the medicine, and she was also suffering. She had already used the Blood Refining and Spirit Transformation Technique to its limit, and she was almost exhausted.
The seemingly dim blade emitted a clang, and Chu Liyue gripped the hilt tightly, ready to launch another attack.
Suddenly, a violent commotion erupted inside the building.
The glass on the sixth floor shattered with a crash, and a long knife pierced the abdomen of three assassins.
With a loud crash, the three bodies fell to the ground, causing a violent tremor throughout the entire hospital.
The long sword, stained with thick blood, pierced through the bodies of the three men and stuck straight into the ground.
Everyone below, locked in fierce combat, couldn't help but gasp at the sight. These were three S-class assassins, killed in a single, triple strike by a long blade.
The five-meter-tall commander robot's enormous mechanical eye looked down at the sixth floor of the building. As the blue light scanned, it created a screen that clearly projected the scene above.
On the sixth floor of the medical building, the walls, made of high-grade metal, were covered in bloodstains, and various medical instruments were broken into pieces and scattered all over the floor.
In front of the operating room door stood Lu Zhufeng's tall figure. His black shirt was tattered and torn, and his body was faintly steaming with evaporating sweat.
His body was covered in hideous bloodstains and tattered cloth, with crimson blood constantly sliding down the wounds and pooling on the ground.
However, his gaze remained unchanged, and the terrifying aura emanating from him was so sharp that no one dared to look directly at him.
With disheveled hair and a slightly disheveled appearance, Chu Yichen stared at him, his eyes so dark they seemed to drip water.
Even someone as cold and composed as him was stunned by Lu Zhufeng's life-or-death fighting style.
Even with Lu Zhufeng so badly injured, neither he nor the two assassins who still retained some semblance of consciousness dared to step forward.
If the three of them attacked together, Lu Zhufeng would surely die, but none of them wanted to be the one he dragged down with him.
Chu Yichen clenched his teeth, his face cold and tense, and said in a chilling voice, "Get out of the way!"
Lu Zhufeng held his arms in a blocking stance, horizontally in front of him. His bulging muscles were covered in bloodstains. His eyes narrowed, revealing a mocking glint, and he grinned, revealing bloodstained white teeth.
"Come on if you're not afraid of dying, you trash!"
A chilling light flashed in Chu Yichen's eyes. He gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and charged out first.
Two assassins followed closely behind, and the three of them pounced on the wounded Lu Zhufeng in a triangular formation.
Chu Yichen's sharp blade was aimed directly at Lu Zhufeng's throat, while the two assassins each grabbed at Lu Zhufeng's arms.
Lu Zhufeng's eyes were deep and unfathomable. Just as the two assassins reached for his arms, he suddenly flipped his wrist and seized the two assassins' wrists first.
Despite his own precarious condition, his strength was astonishing. When Chu Yichen's blade was only a short distance away from him, he forcefully grabbed the two assassins, slammed his arms together, and the two assassins collided with a bang.
The throats were directly in the direction of Chu Yichen's blade. Chu Yichen either had to sheathe his blade or, if he wanted to take their lives, the blade would have to slice through the throats of both assassins.
A ruthless glint flashed in Chu Yichen's eyes, and he continued to thrust his blade forward without restraint.
A cold smile appeared on Lu Zhufeng's lips. In an instant, he grabbed the necks of the two assassins with both hands and pulled hard. Screams rang out, and blood splattered from the assassins' necks.
A fierce glint appeared in Chu Yichen's eyes. He pushed hard on the hilt of his knife, and the blade swiftly pierced towards Lu Zhufeng's throat.
Lu Zhufeng forcefully turned his neck to the side, and with a "whoosh," the blade plunged deep into his left shoulder.
He anticipated that Chu Yichen would flip the hilt of the knife to try and cut off his entire arm, but then, without flinching, he took the initiative to meet the attack, the blade plunging even deeper into his shoulder, blood splattering out.
The moment Chu Yichen's pupils contracted sharply, his right fist slammed into his face. The cracking sound of bones breaking rang out, and half of Chu Yichen's face instantly caved in.
Lu Zhufeng gritted his teeth fiercely, tears of blood welling up in his eyes from the pain. He pulled out the knife from his left shoulder and stabbed it mercilessly into Chu Yichen's abdomen.
A muffled groan of extreme pain rang out. Chu Yichen's face was a bloody mess, and a knife wound in his abdomen caused his body to tremble and sway precariously.
With a final, desperate kick, Lu Zhufeng collapsed to the ground.
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