Innumerable, heavy fist shadows wove into an almost airtight net of death. Titan attempted to completely seal off Lu Jingming's seemingly prescient dodge routes with a strategy of pure attack density, utterly disregarding technique.
But the more anxious he grew, the more his power application became riddled with flaws due to his imbalanced state. Lu Jingming's figure, conversely, appeared increasingly agile and elusive, occasionally seizing those fleeting openings. The black decomposition beam shot from the Black Abyss gun in his hand always landed with pinpoint accuracy on his old, unhealed wounds or newly added injuries, delivering bone-deep agony that compounded his pain and injuries.
The ubiquitous grey halo of the Wither Domain, spreading all around, clung to him like a maggot on bone. As time ticked by, it was slowly but surely consuming the last vestiges of life from the Titan Giant Ape, who was championed for his strength.
Lu Jingming stood quietly at the epicenter of this storm of force, his crimson eyes flashing with red lightning, calmly reflecting every ounce of his opponent's struggle and helplessness. The black and white twin guns in his hands crossed elegantly, waiting for the best moment to end everything. This battle, from the moment Titan was pulled into the Wither Domain, had already had its final outcome sealed.
Titan was sinking into an unprecedented crisis, and Niu Tian's situation on the other side was no better.
Although his cultivation was genuinely superior to Titan's, a bona fide Limit Douluo, facing Raiden Mei, who once wielded the authority of Thunder, he was utterly suppressed from start to finish. His Slowness Domain could only barely affect Raiden Mei's Phantylia-like movements, visually slowing the figure that darted around like a lightning flash by only a few degrees. Yet, the absolute speed Raiden Mei displayed, augmented by the power of thunder, still vastly exceeded the reaction limits of Niu Tian's massive dragon body, even under the Domain's suppression.
The sky was now completely covered by endless, rolling, heavy thunderclouds. Blazingly white lightning coursed and leaped through the clouds like living things, like countless lurking thunder snakes. Every so often, they would converge into a thick, terrifying electric serpent, carrying the might of divine judgment, which would precisely and viciously strike Niu Tian's colossal, winding dragon body, hundreds of meters long.
The hundred-meter-long Sky Azure Bull Dragon clumsily dodged and maneuvered through the dense thunder storm. His magnificent, tough dragon scales were scorched black in large patches by the violent current. Where his massive tail swept, it left not destructive ravines but shocking, charred streaks. Clearly, he was already heavily injured under the seemingly endless bombardment of thunder.
Niu Tian's huge dragon eyes anxiously looked toward Tang Wutong, who was locked in fierce combat with Wang Qiu'er in the distance, and then glanced at his brother Titan, whose aura grew weaker as he struggled within the Wither Domain. His heart burned with an anxious fire, yet he could not break through the continuous thunder blockade Raiden Mei had set up, much less shake off this terrifying opponent who held absolute control over thunder.
"Oh dear... this truly is... a massive, all-out crisis."
On the other side, Vita's figure retreated lightly as if weightless. As her skirt fluttered, she narrowly skimmed past the light-wreathed spear tip of Durandal, which had descended from the sky. Splattering rocks and smoke momentarily obscured her. In the next second, she reappeared as if teleported, at a safe distance a hundred meters away, her voice still carrying her characteristic tone of casual, almost detached teasing.
"Should little Vita consider a strategic withdrawal and run for it first?"
"What do you mean by that?"
Durandal stopped her torrential offense, her heroic brow furrowing slightly. Her Holy Spear pointed diagonally at the ground as she warily locked onto her opponent. She was well aware of Vita's true background—as a being who inherited the authority and power of the Goddess of Venus, even as a memory body and not her true self, she was absolutely not to be trifled with, and her methods were unpredictable and bizarre.
Therefore, from the moment they engaged, she had been fully on guard, never daring to show an ounce of contempt due to her opponent's perpetually lazy and laid-back attitude. Yet, after dozens of exchanges, she keenly noticed an anomaly: Vita had no intention of fighting with her full power. Her dodging outweighed her attacking, and her parries were always withdrawn just in time. Even though her Master, Tang Wutong, was currently fighting a perilous battle, this Servant, who should theoretically be giving her all to protect her Master, remained composed, even displaying a sense of leisurely observation, as if Tang Wutong's life or death had nothing to do with Vita herself.
"The Holy Grail War is certainly interesting~"
Vita placed a delicate fingertip on her luscious red lips, her smile alluring, yet concealing a deeply unsettling and dangerous aura beneath her eyes. Her stunning eyes flickered with a strange light, as if piercing through the veil of reality, gazing at deeper rules and truths unreachable by ordinary people.
"But in the end, this is just a stage meticulously set by others, isn't it? Little Vita doesn't like playing an insignificant minor role in someone else's script, one who could be retired at any moment—"
She paused, her smile deepening.
"My 'sister,' who always likes to hide and observe everything, must surely feel the same way, don't you think?"
Durandal stared into Vita's seemingly omniscient eyes. A strong, inexplicable sense of déjà vu surged in her heart, as if she had seen those eyes that could penetrate all things on someone else before. She was straightforward in nature, always acting openly and directly, but she was by no means foolish or slow-witted. Moreover, her intuition, honed through countless battles, was terrifyingly sharp.
Her intuition was sending a frantic warning: Vita was indeed not showing a strong desire to fight, but that by no means implied she had no plot or was harmless. Beneath that seemingly casual, even 'coasting' attitude, she was very likely planning something extremely detrimental to their side... As for whether that plot was good or bad for others, only heaven knew.
"Although I don't understand what you're scheming at all,"
Durandal tightly gripped the Black Abyss and White Flower spear in her hand, her blue eyes sharpening like a drawn sword. Her energy began to surge.
"My intuition is warning me—I must end you here, right now!"
If she couldn't figure out the conspiracy, she wouldn't bother trying. Crushing all schemes with absolute power was her consistent style.
She sharply raised her Holy Spear, and the void behind her trembled. A colossal, majestic armored warrior Phantasm holding a sword and shield suddenly materialized. Simultaneously, the propulsion wings on the exquisite armor on her back snapped open to their limit, spraying brilliant blue light particles. The powerful thrust propelled her figure like a dazzling comet tearing through the sky. Synchronized with the massive Phantasm, she launched a merciless, killing blow toward Vita. The sheer force of the attack seemed intent on piercing the entire space itself.
"Oh dear... really, you're so hasty."
Vita sighed with a touch of exasperation, watching Durandal charge forward with devastating energy, yet her tone lacked any genuine panic. She hadn't expected the usually "easily fooled" Durandal to completely ignore her verbal tricks and theatrics this time, resorting purely to a "recklessness" tactic that left no room for maneuver.
"I wonder which bastard taught the formerly naive... ah, no, the formerly pure Durandal such bad habits. She's not cute at all anymore."
On the other side, Lu Jingming, who was maintaining the Wither Domain to suppress the Titan Giant Ape, suddenly sneezed without warning. He rubbed his nose in bewilderment, then immediately refocused all his attention on the battle at hand. Although he held the absolute upper hand, he still had to constantly guard against a potential death throe counter-attack from the Titan Giant Ape. After all, he had lived for countless years and was the Second Master of the Clear Sky Sect under the God King Tang San. Who knew if Tang San had left behind some underhanded, mutual-destruction tactic for him.
Facing such an opponent who completely refused to communicate and whose mind only contained the single thought of 'make her leave the stage,' honestly, even Vita felt somewhat tricky and helpless.
"In that case—"
Since words could not persuade her, Vita finally completely abandoned her lazy, perfunctory posture.
Her expression instantly became sharp and full of confidence, and an indescribable aura rose from her enchanting physique.
She floated in mid-air, slowly raising her fair right hand.
Her skirt, which was as magnificent and elaborate as peacock feathers, drifted silently behind her. The translucent black stockings perfectly outlined the straight, long lines of her legs, her overall posture possessing both a kind of fatal temptation and an untouchable, awe-inspiring divinity.
"Star Jumper — Walk with me!"
Accompanied by her clear call, the void in front of her began to peel and shatter layer upon layer, like broken glass.
From the depths of the twisted and broken spatial rift, a huge, suffocating mecha, with a height approaching one hundred meters, slowly stepped out.
The body of the mecha, jade-green yet radiating a cold metallic luster, was full of streamlined power. The compound eyes on the mecha's head, which resembled jade, suddenly lit up, surveying the battlefield.
Blue, high-energy electric currents continuously jumped and wrapped around its body, emitting a "zzt zzt" sound, a sign that its internal energy furnace core was running at overclocked speed.
Even more noticeable was the mecha's back—twelve long, sharp, float-type blades, resembling wings, were suspended in the air, forming a pair of huge and brilliant emerald-green light wings.
The light wings burst forth with brilliance as bright as stars, and as they slowly moved, they resembled a phoenix spreading its wings in mythology, perfectly fusing technology and mystery.
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