"You actually have the nerve to show up in front of me again. You really haven't learned your lesson."
"It seems I still need to teach you a little lesson."
The figure that suddenly appeared had a smile on his face and extended his slender fingers to make a loose grasp on Anthony's hand.
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?
Anthony tried to resist in mid-air, but to no avail; it was as if he were being gripped tightly by enormous hands.
His crimson eyes, filled with longing, were filled with mockery as he gently swung his loosely clenched hand downwards.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, Anthony, who was suspended in the air, accelerated and flew backwards in a strange way, heading towards the ground.
Then, without any pause, Anthony's body slammed into the palace wall like a broken toy.
Boom boom boom!
A series of crashing and deafening sounds rang out, and huge plumes of smoke and debris flew out as he was hurled from the top floor into the very bottom of the palace.
"cough……"
Blood mixed with his internal organs gushed from his throat, soaking his clothes, but Anthony still tried to get up again.
The blood in his chest glowed with an ominous light, suddenly coming to life, as if crimson tentacles were rapidly binding him.
Kakaka!
The bones, already broken in the impact, cracked as the tentacles wrapped around him, seemingly about to snap him in two.
"Ah... Waaah!"
He tried to scream, but the tentacles quickly wrapped around Anthony's mouth, choking his voice in his throat.
A remarkably calm voice sounded in my ear, devoid of sarcasm, but rather extremely serious:
"Just lie still, even if it's a favor you're doing me, don't get up again."
"After all, I didn't really want to kill you and cause myself any trouble."
The voice even added, very politely:
"Thank you very much for your cooperation."
Aaaaaah!
!
More and more tentacles wrapped around his body, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. Anthony looked hatefully through the gaping hole at the figure in the sky.
That evil figure with scarlet eyes, looking down from above.
Both of their eyes were bloodshot, but one was filled with madness, while the other was filled with indifference.
Gradually, Anthony stopped struggling, and his body began to weaken as the force that had been forcibly injected into him was rapidly drained away.
To that deity, he was no longer of any use at this moment.
The demon watched all this but did not stop her; instead, it allowed her to gather her power.
Go do it.
Struggle.
Fight back!
Let me see just how far you're capable.
"you……"
The hesitant, uncertain voice behind him made the demon withdraw his gaze and turn around gently.
Turning around from behind, the familiar face appeared in Xilin's eyes, stirring up her previously suppressed emotions.
Ning... Ning Feng!?
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!
Turning her head to look at the tower she had come from, Xilin found that Ning Feng, who should have been lying there, was nowhere to be seen, with only a bloodstain remaining on the ground.
"It really is me."
Ning Feng shrugged and pointed to the slowly healing hole in his chest, pointing to the golden heart within it.
Winter, winter, winter.
The heart, brimming with energy, beats continuously, radiating a vibrant and tenacious vitality.
Ning Feng looked tenderly at the elven older sister, who seemed somewhat dazed and devoid of emotion, and chuckled softly:
"Why do you look like that? I only have a hole in my chest, I'm not that fragile, I won't die."
The emotions that had been withdrawn from her were suddenly broken at this moment, and tears streamed down Shirin's face.
"Very good……"
She completely forgot that she was still in disguise and threw herself into Ning Feng's arms, wanting to pull hard but not daring to, for fear of hurting Ning Feng.
Ning Feng hugged her back tightly, pulling her close and feeling the coldness of her body as it was soaked by the rain.
Shirin no longer had the strength to keep the rain out; she had used all her strength on attacking.
There was no defense, only offense; the sole objective was to kill that guy.
She has given it her all.
A look of pity flashed in Ning Feng's eyes as he held Xilin in his arms and turned his gaze to the other side.
The battle over there was over; Leonhardt's head was pulled directly from his neck and held in the hands of the Crimson Phantom.
The skull was almost completely shattered, and the flame of the soul within it was like a candle flickering in the wind, about to be extinguished.
The opening and opportunity she just created was something she did intentionally.
At this moment, the "deity" did not make any rash moves, but floated in the sky and quietly watched Ning Feng.
Contrary to her calm exterior, her eyes were filled with madness and suspicion.
She hesitated.
She couldn't understand Ning Feng's state at that moment.
He sensed that the other person had a similar feeling to himself.
But his suspicions prevented him from rushing forward immediately; instead, he continued to analyze the situation.
Ning Feng held Xilin in his arms, calmly meeting her crazed gaze.
He did not reveal his true intentions at all.
Shirin was unaware of the problem; as she was held in his arms, she felt the power within her body rapidly dissipating.
It wasn't that she disappeared, but rather that she had been pushing her body to its limits, constantly overdrawing her strength, until this moment when she finally realized it all.
Her eyes slowly closed, but she still forced herself not to fall asleep, afraid that everything in front of her was just a dream.
As she gradually increased the pressure on her hands, she suppressed the urge to sob and murmured:
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