The magic was completed.

The clash was immediate.

Unlike any battle Wu Xiaode had seen before, the collision of the two spells created an unprecedented phenomenon from the very beginning.

Centered around him and Yan, the surging evil power condensed into countless runes, penetrating through the pitch-black Evil Spirit Power, intertwining with each other.

The two powers, one rising from the earth and one descending from the heavens, were interwoven, seemingly fused into one.

Yet, this was just the beginning of the clash of the dual spells!

In an instant.

All the surrounding colors turned gray, ultimately transforming into void white.

— All laws were stripped away!

Immediately after.

The entire parallel world completely vanished.

Wu Xiaode and Yan seemed to sense something and roared in unison.

— The power of the spells had reached their utmost limit.

The moment to determine victory or defeat had arrived!

The endless evil runes and the dark Evil Spirit Power churned like boiling water, twisting desperately like a dying life, as if in a frenzy of struggle.

All of time and space, all beings and demons, destiny and all laws were drawn into it.

Buzz—

A vast and majestic sound filled every place.

In the midst of this sound, Yan suddenly shuddered all over.

Countless black lines emerged from the void, trapping it like a spider's web.

Wu Xiaode's spell hit it!

— After all, having been sealed and killed once by the Holy Pillar, it was already in a weakened state, and then it encountered Satan, getting repeatedly bombarded several times.

"Impossible... you won't get away with this either!"

It let out a fierce and malicious cry, using the last of its evil power to unleash a spell.

Wu Xiaode raised his eyebrows.

Only to see those evil runes pass through the rolling dark stream of light, transforming into an oval-shaped sealed container that enveloped him.

Yan's spell hit him!

The next moment.

The two spells took them away together.

…

Wu Xiaode landed in a void.

He was fully on guard, waiting for the attack of the evil magic, yet nothing happened.

The Evil Spirit Book opened.

Nan Li suddenly spoke, "Beware, this is an incredibly powerful evil magic."

"You've seen it?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"For countless years, I have been collecting data on evil demons, so I know this spell," Nan Li said.

Before the words fell.

A giant serpent covered in vertical pupils slithered out from the depths of the void.

"This is the Magic Spirit, it will initiate an attack on you," Nan Li said.

"And then?" Wu Xiaode asked.

Nan Li said, "Depending on your displayed strength, it will immediately summon evil runes to augment itself, transforming into an existence 36 times stronger than you, directly killing you."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiaode turned to run.

— Clearly, the crucial point of this spell is to assess one's own strength.

Would I foolishly stand still for it to assess?

In your dreams!

But before he could take more than two steps, he collided with something, causing a loud "clank."

"You can't escape," Nan Li sighed, "This spell is like a sealed egg, you can't evade within it. You must confront the Magic Spirit, which will then reach a strength 36 times yours."

Wu Xiaode, rubbing his sore nose, said, "You could've said so earlier."

Since he couldn't escape, he had no choice but to face the giant serpent with vertical pupils.

The Magic Spirit snake let out a sharp sound:

"Make your move, human. This is your last chance. If you defeat me, you can leave."

Wu Xiaode was silent for a moment, then spoke:

"Then I'll give it my all."

He reached out and touched a ring, taking out a piece of gold, broke it into thumb-sized pieces, and tossed them forward with a wave.

Thud.

The gold pieces bounced off the Magic Spirit snake, rolling to the ground.

Such an attack naturally couldn't harm the serpent.

In fact, even a mischievous child among ordinary people could throw with more force than Wu Xiaode's throw.

The serpent gazed unaffectedly at Wu Xiaode, hissing:

"Is this the power of your attack?"

Wu Xiaode clapped and praised, "Impressive, not a single scratch— that was my full force attack, you know."

The void around the Magic Spirit serpent was filled with endless evil runes, all merging into its body.

— There seemed to be no change.

After all, it was merely the power of a throw.

Nan Li's voice rang out again:

"It's useless. Your last attack, when increased thirty-six-fold, will be its next power. If it can't kill you, it'll let you strike again until it can kill you."

"I'll just try to buy some time," Wu Xiaode said.

In fact, had it not been for Nan Li's reminder, he would have certainly struck with full force.

— But in the face of this spell, anyone going all out would die.

Tsk.

I wonder what's happening to Yan inside my spell.

Hurry up and die.

If you die, I don't have to.

Wu Xiaode silently thought to himself.

On the other side.

Within another spell.

Night.

Yan suddenly opened his eyes.

Countless pieces of information emerged in his mind, ultimately clarifying everything.

Indeed.

In the military camp, he had always been the unchallenged authority.

Be it martial arts or military strategy, he was the invincible military god, yet—

His confidant had betrayed him!

This cannot be tolerated!

He strode out, leading two teams of cavalry, leaving the camp to hunt down the betrayer.

"Hurry up, don't let that traitor leave alive!"

As a General, he shouted angrily.

"Yes!" everyone responded in unison.

The cavalry rode across plains, forests, and streams, finally detecting the traitor on a perilous mountain path.

However, by this time, the enemy army sent to support the traitor had also arrived.

"Hahaha, General, you can't kill me now!"

The traitor exclaimed with relief and laughter.

Upon hearing this, the General's hair stood on end in fury, shouting fiercely, "Attack, kill him!"

The two armies clashed.

After a fierce battle—

The traitor took advantage of General Yan's unguarded moment and thrust a spear into his body.

"You will die too!" The General waved and threw his military knife.

"Ah!"

The traitor let out a painful scream, being hit in the shoulder by the military knife, and fell to the ground.

The General rushed forward, grabbed the traitor, and crushed the magic talisman at his side.

Boom—

Flames erupted, engulfing both of them.

They screamed together, yet held each other tightly, even in death they did not separate.

Everyone died in battle.

The scene flickered.

Yan gasped and woke up.

Indeed, he had defected from the camp and was fleeing to another faction.

He had to arrive at the secret rendezvous point before that General noticed.

Run!

Run quickly!

The damned General, once displeased, would torment trusted aides like him.

—Really want to kill him!

Yan ran with all his strength, across plains, through forests, and over streams, and finally found the troops waiting to meet him on a steep mountain path.

"Thank you, everyone, let's go!"

Yan said, clasping his hands.

The soldiers nodded.

A cavalry captain responsible for the rendezvous stepped forward and said, "You go first, we'll cover you."

"Alright."

Before the words finished.

Suddenly, two cavalry units turned onto the mountain path and discovered their group.

—It's the General!

Yan felt a burst of exhilaration, laughing aloud:

"Hahaha, General, you can't kill me now!"

You're too late!

And you're clearly outnumbered, with only thirty cavalrymen.

I have more than fifty men here for backup!

Do you dare to attack head-on?

The battle erupted in an instant.

Unexpectedly, the General fought ten men at once, closing the distance rapidly.

This won't do!

"Ahhhh—"

Yan grabbed a spear, thrusting it directly through the General's body.

Yet the General threw his saber, slicing into Yan's shoulder.

He even rushed up to capture Yan.

Fire!

The explosive flames plunged him into the despair of death.

—Then let's die together!

At the last moment, Yan held the General tightly.

Both perished together.

The world blurred.

Yan suddenly opened his eyes, steadied himself on his warhorse.

"Quick, the General says we are attacking immediately."

Someone came rushing to say.

"Okay!"

Just as Yan was ready, the General arrived.

He ordered the capture of the traitors.

After a relentless pursuit, they finally caught up with the traitors.

But the enemy also arrived.

Fight!

Yan charged out on his warhorse, beheading an enemy soldier.

But in the next instant.

An arrow flew, piercing through Yan's chest.

He fell from his warhorse to the ground.

Several enemy soldiers raised their swords, slashing wildly at him.

Agony struck.

Darkness.

The scene flickered.

The sound of mountain winds blew around.

Yan found himself hiding on a cliff, still carrying out his mission.

Had just taken a nap.

Fortunately, the commander didn't notice, otherwise, it would have been another whipping.

They were ordered to meet with the enemy defectors.

—Not sure if he can survive to reach here.

Wait!

He's here!

The battle began.

Yan rushed at that General, only to have his head chopped off by a cavalryman's swing beside the General.

The scene flickered.

Yan woke up once again.

In fact, beyond this battlefield—

The entire world.

The tiger hunting is Yan.

The wolf being hunted, full of fear and despair, is also Yan.

In the city, killing over a minor dispute is Yan.

Being killed over the dispute is also it.

The sea fish eaten alive is it.

The one eating the sea fish is also it.

In the midst of countless deaths and malice, it's all Yan with Yan itself.

In this infinite death.

Threads of darkness quietly appeared, dense and interwoven, like a web covering the world.

These dark threads continuously drew power from Yan's endless deaths.

Then.

They began to disassemble Yan's power.

This power would be transferred to the Master of Skill.

—The Master of Skill was shrouded under Su Mie · Secluded Echo, stalling time, waiting for Yan's complete demise.

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