Zhang Heng was formidable... Setting aside matters of faith, persistence, willpower, and courage, in terms of raw capability, he was exceptionally strong. If he could perfectly unleash his power, he could even pose a deadly, absolute threat to Zheng Zha and the copy of Zheng Zha. His strength, despite its wild fluctuations, firmly placed him within the top five of the Central Continent team—that was the measure of his might.

Similarly, as mentioned earlier, Zhang Heng’s ability output varied wildly: either strong enough to threaten the strongest among them, or weak enough that a mere woman could kill him... such as the woman standing before him now.

Ming Wei and Zhang Heng’s confrontation had been ongoing for quite some time. Initially, Zhang Heng had been fleeing, not because he intended to give up the fight, but because in a ranged standoff, Ming Wei, possessing precognition, held an almost overwhelming advantage. Had she not hesitated, she might have already loosed an arrow to slay him. The fact that it had escalated to an arrow duel was proof that she, too, yearned for a mutual end.

The arrows from both sides were finally loosed. At such close range, they arrived almost instantaneously. Yet, perhaps by some instinct inherent to humans, time seemed to slow down drastically for everyone facing imminent death, as if time itself had paused. Though their bodies were frozen, their minds clearly registered the approaching shafts.

Both seemed helplessly to watch the arrows pierce them, stealing their lives... (Heng! Let's die together...) (...Not yet, I can’t die yet. I clearly have the courage to live, how can I die here like this?) Two entirely different mindsets, representing two fundamentally distinct philosophies of survival... As Ming Wei’s arrow reached its mark.

A violent green radiance suddenly erupted from Zhang Heng, resembling a miniature green sun.

He offered no resistance, allowing the arrow to pass straight through his heart. In truth, resistance would have been futile anyway.

No matter how he might have tried to dodge.

Before she even loosed the arrow, Ming Wei had likely foreseen his every reaction. This shot was destined to pass through his heart regardless, so he had simply chosen not to evade, absorbing the full impact.

Zhang Heng’s arrow, simultaneously, pierced Ming Wei’s... arm. Yes, it went right through the arm gripping her bow, shattering the limb that held the weapon. But that was all it accomplished; the blood-stained arrow flew far into the distance.

“...Why. Why is it always like this? You coward, are you trying to run away alone again?” Only after the arrows had vanished far from sight did Ming Wei violently snap back to reality. Ignoring her broken arm, she stared at Zhang Heng and murmured.

Her eyes were now filled with profound despair.

A gaping, bowl-sized hole marred Zhang Heng’s left chest, right over his heart.

There was no sign of his heart, or even lung tissue, visible within the void. One could see straight through him. Such an injury should have meant certain death for anyone, even someone like Chu Xuan, but what was astonishing was that he did not collapse. Instead, he gripped his ancient bow, She Tian Lang, his eyes wide open, fixed on Ming Wei, while the massive hole in his chest visibly began to heal at a pace perceptible to the naked eye. Within ten-odd seconds, the potentially fatal wound was completely sealed.

“My Light of the Soul happens to manifest the attribute of vitality. As long as the Light of the Soul is not depleted, I am effectively immortal... Hey, you’re aiming again!” Zhang Heng let out a wry smile, suddenly spotting Ming Wei attempting to reach for her fallen longbow with her remaining hand. Startled, he rushed to her side, pulling her tightly into his embrace. Ignoring her struggles, he first used pure green Light of the Soul to staunch the bleeding, then kicked the nearby longbow far away. Disregarding Ming Wei’s biting and clawing resistance, he shouted, “Relax! I said I would take responsibility, and I will. I bear the burden of all past sins, and I absolutely cannot die now. Not only would I fail to atone for my sins, but I would also betray the trust of our comrades, so...” Having said that, he ignored her struggling, slung her over his shoulder, drew his Green Goblin Glider, jumped aboard, and sped off in a certain direction, paying no mind to whatever else Ming Wei was saying.

It was only then that Ming Wei realized Zhang Heng was truly different. Seeking death was cowardice; it was merely an attempt to escape past sins or pain... This applied to both her and Zhang Heng. Otherwise, during Resident Evil 2, she wouldn't have desired mutual destruction, and Zhang Heng wouldn't have been seeking death either. Both were burdened by memories, unable to let go of the other, yet simultaneously incapable of facing each other. But here, in this final battle, Zhang Heng had genuinely evolved to this extent. He could not only fight her bravely but also summon the courage to accept everything in the past... Even if those sins might never be forgotten or repaid, he finally had the guts to face them. Such a Zhang Heng... Ming Wei found it unimaginable.

(...But why do I feel a strange mix of sourness and sweetness in my heart? Even after being hurt so badly, can I still trust him? I...) Zhang Heng felt both nervous and helpless. He truly didn't know how to deal with this copy of Ming Wei. If it were the original Ming Wei, after spending so much time together, even if their relationship hadn't progressed much, they wouldn't be enemies, right? But this copy had been positioned against him from the start; fundamentally, they were adversaries. Moreover, living in the environment of the Demonic Team, it was a miracle she hadn't completely fallen to the dark side—it meant some inherent goodness remained in her heart. How could Zhang Heng possibly persuade her in this state? He hadn't even resolved things with the original yet.

Dealing with two successfully... he lacked the power for that.

But if it came to killing, even the copy of Ming Wei, he couldn't bring himself to do it. After all, she was Ming Wei. If he truly had to kill, he would rather be killed than kill her... Thus, his only recourse was to subdue her first.

Without her bow, her combat effectiveness was negligible anyway.

He would take things one step at a time.

As for the future... facing two Ming Weis who hated him, what would happen... he didn't know.

(Sigh, let's finish this final battle first. I sense two extremely powerful auras clashing nearby. Perhaps that is Zheng Zha's battlefield. I should go help Zheng Zha secure his victory first; the future will decide the future.) With this thought, Zhang Heng steadied his mind, his body trembling slightly. The recent healing had consumed a huge amount of his Light of the Soul. He was only at the initial stage of the Fourth Tier, a level he barely achieved during his trials in Starship Troopers, and he had never used the power of the Light of the Soul lavishly. If he sustained another fatal injury like the one just now, he wouldn't be able to heal himself again... Speaking of which, why did the two people ahead seem so familiar?

“...Wrong way! That’s not Zheng Zha’s battlefield, that’s the battlefield of the two Chu Xuans! Damn it, is this a prank?” Zhang Heng soared far ahead easily on the Green Goblin Glider.

It wasn't until he neared the area where the two powerful auras clashed that he realized the dark specks ahead were actually two Chu Xuans and a woman. The two Chu Xuans were unleashing their Belief Power Driv unrestrainedly, pushing their Gun-Fu combat skills to the absolute limit. Around them, flashes of Belief Power light shot out constantly, creating and annihilating shockwaves on the ground, filling Zhang Heng with dread.

“Hmph, trying to run again? Seeing something that could threaten your life, and you try to flee?” Ming Wei had stopped struggling by this point. She looked at the two Chu Xuans in the distance and sneered at Zhang Heng.

“...Uh, fighting and committing suicide are two completely different concepts. I don't see the need to get involved in their fight. Uh, let’s check on Zheng Zha’s situation first. As long as Zheng Zha wins, we win this final battle,” Zhang Heng replied with a strained smile, then sharply changed direction and sped off toward the other location.

Ming Wei’s eyes were somewhat vacant. She mumbled, “What does it matter once this final battle ends? The future will be the same anyway...”

“No, the future will be different!” Zhang Heng interrupted her loudly. “If I say it will be different, it will be different! Even if you hate me forever, even if you can never forget... I will stand by your side, always—whether happy or sad, whether you hate me, despair, or find happiness... This time, I will never leave again! (Liar...)” Ming Wei said no more, allowing Zhang Heng to carry her as he headed toward the decisive location of the final battle... the battlefield of the two Zheng Zhas.

On Lin Lei’s side, during the brief moment when Zhang Heng flew into view and then rapidly departed, both Chu Xuans had indeed seen him arrive, and even noticed the person he was carrying on his shoulder. However, neither Chu Xuan showed any reaction, letting him speed away, and in fact, they intensified their attacks on each other.

“...Is this the hidden card you laid? A final kill-shot—a planted bomb carried by Zhang Heng to Zheng Zha’s main battlefield... a controlled Ming Wei?” Chu Xuan frowned slightly. He had sensed Zhang Heng’s status the moment he appeared, along with the Ming Wei on his shoulder. Using the Eastern Emperor Bell, even though it only exerted one or two percent of its power, he could perceive the space, time, and energy within a hundred-mile radius. That Ming Wei... there was distinctly a mechanized controller in her brain. He had manufactured such controllers before, but his were externally controlled. It was with such a controller that he subdued Hao Tian during the Lord of the Rings battle, allowing him to easily kill the original Hao Tian. Yet, Ming Wei also possessed one... In other words, before the final battle even began, the copy of Chu Xuan had already marked her as a piece, and the one who swallowed this piece... was Zhang Heng of the Central Continent team!

The copy of Chu Xuan did not reply, instead casually firing a shot of Belief Power at the original. Only after this energy was dampened by the chime of the Eastern Emperor Bell did he speak: “This final battle was meant to be this way—everything is a piece on the board. How can we, the puppet masters, afford to let a single piece go unchecked? Or perhaps, original me, you have been polluted by so-called emotion and are no longer truly me?” Everything is like a chess game; losing a single piece is preferable to losing the initiative. Better to sacrifice a piece for victory than cling to it for survival. And the copy of Chu Xuan had acted precisely according to this principle since the final battle started. In contrast, the original Chu Xuan had chosen a completely different path...

“...Once Ming Wei reaches the battlefield, the controller in her mind will immediately execute the directive you arranged long ago. Caught off guard, the main combatant Zhang Heng will undoubtedly die. Furthermore, regardless of whether the Zheng Zha battlefield is crowded with more Demon Team members or Central Continent members, a chaotic melee is inevitable. Once the copy of Ming Wei, deep within the Central Continent ranks, detonates, the Central Continent team is doomed to fail. Truly worthy of being my copy...” Chu Xuan exhaled, closed his eyes, and then snapped them open again. “I told you from the start! Treating your members as mere pieces, you lost from the very beginning! People are not pieces, and pieces are not people. Copy of me, you have lost!”

“Is that so? Then let us wait and see. What exactly is this so-called emotion to you and me...” What is emotion... Is it the catalyst for becoming stronger? Or an excuse for weakness...?

“...Time is up. Original me, are you ready?” The copy of Zheng Zha suddenly looked up at the sky, where clouds churned violently, as if the heavens were about to collapse. On the ground, Zheng Zha and the copy of Zheng Zha were fighting hundreds of meters above the earth. Even though neither was using their full power, their unleashed force was so immense that the residual energy had completely filled the Ten Directions Reincarnation Array, lifting the surrounding hundred miles of land hundreds of meters, forming a massive, cylindrical structure. The two Zheng Zhas fought atop this pillar.

Ever since Luo Yinglong established the Ten Directions Reincarnation Array, the copy of Zheng Zha seemed to have lost the desire to fight desperately. No matter how Zheng Zha attacked fiercely, the copy only defended, allowing the black flames to be scattered and reformed endlessly. The Light of the Soul within him seemed inexhaustible; even Zheng Zha’s instantaneous destruction state couldn't completely break through it.

Zheng Zha had been ready to immediately enter the Hidden Dragon Transformation and unleash his true Destruction State, which would boost his attack power by over a hundredfold, enough to shatter those black flames. However, for some reason, the words the copy of Zheng Zha spoke earlier—especially regarding the existence of 'him' and the mention of time not being up—kept echoing in his mind. Though he didn't grasp the true meaning, a sense of caution settled over him, preventing him from using that level of power, leading the battle into a stalemate. Only just now did the copy of Zheng Zha's overwhelming dominance and killing intent suddenly erupt. The previously calm, dark presence now flared up like a surging volcano. Though he made no other move, the sheer force of this aura made Zheng Zha instinctively step back half a pace.

“...Truly powerful, my copy. What level have you reached?” Zheng Zha watched the half-step retreat with a grave expression, then burst into laughter. “Don't worry, no matter how strong you become, I will never lose to you!”

“Is that so?” The copy of Zheng Zha looked at him silently for a long time before speaking. “Supreme Detachment from Emotion (Tai Shang Wang Qing)... While I haven't reached that stage, you are no longer my match... Show me. What power is supporting you, allowing such insignificant strength to block my path? Show me, the insignificant you, how you overcome me. Show me your power!”

“...As you wish! This is my power!” With a deafening boom, towering flames shot thousands of meters into the sky. The black flames consumed everything, seemingly burning even the clouds. Members of the Central Continent team, including Wang Xia and the recently arrived Cheng Xiao, as well as the Demon Team members who had intended to intercept Zheng Zha, all witnessed this spectacle of towering fire miles away. However, the colossal flames burned for only a few seconds before a massive force struck them, blasting the entire expanse of fire apart. Then, everyone heard another sharp clang, the resonance shaking their very souls despite being over a hundred miles away.

“Has it finally begun?” Luo Yinglong sat cross-legged on his flying sword. He was hovering in mid-air, briefly glancing at the battlefield of the two Zheng Zhas before resolutely turning his gaze to the southeast... Far in that direction, a black dot was streaking toward them. With Luo Yinglong’s vision, he could tell that black dot was the immense bio-weapon... Evangelion Unit-01.

“Wang Xia... you absolutely must protect the Zheng Zha battlefield from interruption. No matter what happens midway, even if you have to fight and wager your lives, you must ensure the battle between the two Zheng Zhas remains undisturbed... Remember this above all else, or we will have no chance of survival.” Luo Yinglong quickly conveyed these instructions to Wang Xia and the others, then stood up, raised a single finger, and directed his flying sword toward the approaching Evangelion Unit-01.

Both parties were moving incredibly fast; even though the distance was vast, the separation closed in the blink of an eye. Within mere breaths, Luo Yinglong reached a position several hundred meters in front of EVA-01. He then rubbed his hands together, unleashing thousands of dense sword projections that enveloped the EVA. Although the machine's autonomous A.T. Field immediately isolated the attack, it was forced to halt. By the time the misty green sword light was completely dissipated by the A.T. Field, both sides had settled into a standoff.

“It’s you again! Luo Yinglong! What debt does the Central Continent team owe you that you must obstruct me time and again? Do you truly wish to die?” Luo Gandao had previously absorbed the Light of the Soul from Adam. This was not just the Light of the Soul from a single Fourth Tier powerhouse; it was the Light of the Soul from the final product of the Human Instrumentality Project—the Ultimate Life Form. He had, admittedly, been astonishingly lucky. Adam had been severely wounded in the early stages of the project, leading to an incomplete realization. He had then attempted to absorb the Light of the Soul from those around him to fully realize the project. But then, Xiao Honglu of the Central Continent team had set a perfect trap, allowing Zero Point to deliver a fatal blow. Though not killed, Adam was at his absolute weakest, with only the Light of the Soul remaining, and was instantly consumed by Evangelion Unit-01. Adam had truly died unjustly. However, Luo Gandao benefited greatly. Even weakened, the Light of the Soul of the Ultimate Life Form far surpassed ordinary comprehension. For a 'God's' copy like EVA-01, this mass of soul light represented an inexhaustible energy source, rendering the EVA completely invulnerable. Even if a single cell remained intact, it would regenerate limitlessly.

“If I didn’t stop you, that’s when I’d truly wish to die...” Luo Yinglong scoffed, then spoke seriously. “We are both pieces, why must we fight until both are ruined? Why don’t we stop and wait for Zheng Zha’s main battle to conclude? Don't your Demon Team members believe the copy of Zheng Zha is invincible? Then come watch the fight between him and Zheng Zha with me...” Luo Yinglong harbored a minuscule hope in his heart: to use Luo Gandao’s faith in the copy of Zheng Zha to delay this lethal engagement, perhaps allowing him to survive his own inevitable doom.

"Shut up!" Rogan Dao roared wildly, his voice booming. "Do you think I merely want to win? No, I crave revenge! Revenge with my own strength, to punish the entire Central Team! So why should I wait for their battle to conclude? I will personally slay Zheng Zha and wipe out every single member of the Central Team! For a hypocritical group like them, annihilation is their only fitting end!"

"Is that so?" Luo Yinglong sighed, his eyes deep and distant, holding what seemed like infinite worlds within them. He closed his eyes, then snapped them open again. "Then I have no choice but to fight you! Show me, you who have devoured Adam—just how powerful have you become now!"

"Good, I'll kill you first, then hunt down the Central Team members one by one. Oh, and the first step is to kill that hypocritical true form, Zheng Zha!" Rogan Dao shrieked again, as if his fusion with EVA had plunged him entirely into a state of inner demons. Before, it was merely a berserk state, masking his inherent madness, but after consuming Adam, his core consciousness reawakened, and the mania grew even more intense. Seeing Luo Yinglong block his path and issue a challenge, he held back no longer, erupting in a roar and throwing a punch. Though hundreds of meters separated them, the strike unleashed countless visible rhombic squares—transparent yet solid—the unmistakable geometry of the AT Field.

Luo Yinglong knew the danger.

The AT Field was an advanced manifestation of the Light of the Heart, capable of both devastating offense and impenetrable defense, with almost unbelievable power. Among ordinary people, perhaps one in millions might awaken the AT Field; this alone spoke to its terrifying nature. He dared not be careless, and the true form of his flying sword shot forward instantly.

He himself remained suspended in mid-air, allowing the sword to confront the barrage of AT Fields alone.

As expected, an immensely violent wave of explosive energy followed, feeling akin to a small nuclear detonation. Luo Yinglong felt a sharp constriction in his chest.

This single violent explosion had consumed roughly ten percent of the true essence energy within his body; the sheer power of that blast was apparent.

Yet, thanks to the establishment of the Ten Directions Samsara Array, his vital energy was replenished within a few breaths as the circuit of qi flowed. The flying sword returned to his side, circling him like a ribbon of light.

"Indeed powerful. Worthy of being the ultimate fighting force he arranged. No wonder it could influence the outcome of that final battle..." Luo Yinglong let out a breath, and a scene from his recent cultivation atop Mount Shu flashed through his mind...

"Yinglong. Do you know why your master summoned you?"

"...No, Master. What are your instructions?"

"Quite right. Since I accepted you as a disciple, I have only let your Eldest Senior Brother impart the teachings. Except for the time I gave you the Bagua Banner, I have not seen you since. Yinglong, do you feel that I have deliberately neglected you?"

"No. Your disciple never felt..."

"Listen closely, Yinglong. Although you are not a native of this world, your Master has always treated you with sincerity. However, you are ultimately not of this world, and one day you will depart. That is why I have avoided seeing you often, to spare us both future sorrow and spiritual pain... But you truly possess prodigious talent. Your strength is far from reaching my level, yet you have already sensed the presence of the Heavenly Dao. This is precisely why I have summoned you today..."

"Heaven's Will? Master, are you referring to the entity I felt? That will perpetually observing this world? He is not a..."

"Do not speak his name. The Great Dao is formless, the Heavenly Dao is merciless. Who can truly fathom the will of the Heavenly Dao? In all of Mount Shu—no, in the entire cultivation world—only two or three people truly know of his existence. It is just that those from foreign worlds like you possess different endowments; perhaps when your power is weak, you can sense his presence. That is why I must warn you now... Do not defy Heaven. Even if you outsiders know more secrets, even if you truly possess the means to break free from the heavens, you must never act against the Heavenly Dao. Should you do so, no matter how strong you become, you will ultimately fade into smoke, becoming mere dust. Yinglong, if you could set aside the grievances of your former world, I, along with the other old undying ones, would assist you in severing your karma with that world, allowing you to truly take root here. With your talent, it would take a century at most, fifty years at least, to ascend to immortality and become an ancestor—would that not be true freedom?"

"...No, Master. Disciple has countless bonds in that world, tangled and impossible to sever. Disciple will absolutely not flee. Even if it means defying Heaven, I must strive for it, to let that Chess Player know that we, the pieces, also possess the right to righteous fury!"

"Is that so? Alas... Yinglong, your life's vital force rests upon the person blessed with the Protagonist's Destiny. In this generation, perhaps you truly have a chance to confront him, though such an opportunity is exceedingly slim..."

"Master, do you not always tell us? The Great Dao encompasses fifty, yielding forty-nine, yet leaving that single thread of life. When I venture out this time, I will enter the final battle that decides fate. Master... perhaps I will never see you again. Let this disciple offer a final bow before you..."

"Alas... very well, very well. Since you already know the location of your fatal tribulation, your Master must assist you this one last time. That innate banner, though powerful, is not indestructible. It is a pity the Bagua Banner is lost, otherwise... Never mind. Yinglong, the spirit of Mount Shu is potent, yet we only possess these two innate spirit treasures, long serving as the treasured anchors of Mount Shu. You go now, facing uncertain life or death. I bestow upon you the Azure-Green Double Swords' Qing Suo Sword to break this deadly trial. May the destiny woven into the Qing Suo Sword help you pass through your demise..."

"Master! I..."

"Enough, stop acting like a child... Go, go now..."

Luo Yinglong snapped back to reality suddenly.

He shook his head, as if trying to violently dislodge the memory. His heart trembled; he knew the person before him truly represented his fatal tribulation. Otherwise, at his current Nascent Soul stage, how could he so easily succumb to memories? It must have been a communion of man and heaven, his future doom forcing him into reminiscence.

"Master! Disciple must use the Qing Suo Sword!" Luo Yinglong took a deep breath.

He formed a sword seal with both hands, pouring his true essence energy into the azure longsword with reckless abandon.

This Qing Suo Sword was the ultimate treasure of Mount Shu, possessing infinite power, far surpassing the Du Tian Innate Banner, and even outclassing the Bagua Banner.

However, with his current strength, controlling the Qing Suo Sword—let alone using it proficiently—required channeling his entire reserve of true essence energy. It was only thanks to the continuous supply from the Ten Directions Samsara Array that he could afford such extravagance. This was a trump card he hadn't even used against the pseudo-cultivators he’d faced before.

As Luo Yinglong's power surged, the Qing Suo Sword burst forth with a dazzling azure light, piercing straight toward the heavens as if trying to cleave the sky apart. A colossal azure beam, thousands of meters thick, stood erect before Luo Yinglong. With another sweep of his hand, before Rogan Dao could even strike, he commanded the Qing Suo Sword to slash outward. The immense azure sword manifestation radiated a vast, imposing aura; the moment it cleaved forward, the very ground beneath them began to fracture and break apart.

A soft hiss sounded.

The Qing Suo Sword struck the AT Field.

That purportedly impenetrable AT Field proved remarkably resilient; this first strike of the Qing Suo Sword failed to shatter it completely.

But it did score the entire field with cracks. Luo Yinglong did not wait for Rogan Dao to recover. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, forcibly extracting boundless true essence energy to pour into the Qing Suo Sword. As the azure light flared violently, the sword slashed down again. With a sharp crack, the AT Field was finally broken through. The Qing Suo Sword moved as if cutting through soft flesh, slicing EVA in two with a gentle pass. Then, the azure light swirled, and the severed halves of EVA were instantly swept into nothingness by the sword light, ceasing to exist in this world.

"Hah... Hah... Impossible? Was it resolved that easily? Or was the power of the Qing Suo Sword simply too immense?" Luo Yinglong's face was pale as he panted heavily. Wielding the Qing Suo Sword exacted too great a toll. Even with the support of the Ten Directions Samsara Array, he could not have unleashed two successive strikes. These two attacks were a true fight for his life, draining an unknown amount of his vital life essence.

Just then, Luo Yinglong sensed something amiss in his divine consciousness. In dozens of spots across the void, masses of writhing flesh were twisting into being. These masses were proliferating and expanding at an exaggerated rate, and when two masses touched, they swiftly merged into one larger mass to continue growing. The masses were purplish-red—clearly the regenerating flesh of EVA.

"...Right. The fluid spurted out when the Qing Suo Sword entered the flesh... no, was that EVA's blood? Damn it, mere splatters of blood can regenerate the body? This level of recovery is absurdly exaggerated! Is it truly capable of infinite proliferation from a single cell?" Luo Yinglong watched with a pale face as the flesh in the void took shape, growing larger and larger. In about half a minute, a quarter of the body had regenerated, and the remainder seemed set to complete quickly. The attack from the Qing Suo Sword had been entirely ineffective, achieving nothing.

"No, impossible! How can there be a perfect organism in this world? Even if you haven't reached true perfection, you are close enough that it should be impossible!" Luo Yinglong prepared to channel the Qing Suo Sword again, but his body suddenly felt weak. He had to recall the azure treasured sword, waiting until he had fully recharged his true essence from the Ten Directions Samsara Array before he could use it again. But he would not stand still; he formed several hand seals, and the next wave of attack was already launched.

"Borrowing strength from Heaven and Earth, the Bagua takes form!"

"Li!!"

"Nine Nethers Flame!"

A spot of dazzling, blinding white fire erupted in Luo Yinglong’s hands. Though small, it radiated an indescribable high temperature. The paleness on his face deepened. He then tossed this ball of white flame toward the remnants of EVA. The white flame ignited whatever it encountered, turning the air along its path into a sea of fire. However, as it approached EVA's remaining form, it was blocked by a layer of AT Field. While it wasn't completely dissolved like the earlier sword gleams, the white flame could not penetrate the AT Field, instead becoming entangled with it in a battle of attrition. Luo Yinglong was heartened, however, that the body's rate of regeneration had slowed down simultaneously.

"That’s it! How could there be a perfect organism? You possess Adam's Light of the Heart, which is inexhaustible, much like the Ten Directions Samsara Array I rely on. You can only accept or utilize a certain amount of energy within a specific timeframe; you cannot instantly conjure infinite energy. If you could, you would have torn through this universe long ago. Therefore, we only need to exhaust the Light of the Heart you possess for this period, and we can destroy you completely—provided we reach that state before your new Light of the Heart can be utilized!" Luo Yinglong's spirit soared. He stopped using skill after skill to attack, choosing instead to focus solely on absorbing the energy transmitted by the Ten Directions Samsara Array, while continuously calculating and planning his next move. If the next strike could be more precise, enveloping all the blood, flesh, and cells within the azure light, perhaps he truly had a chance to defy fate... But then, the Great Dao is formless, the Heavenly Dao merciless. Would it truly allow him to reverse destiny so easily?

As for Rogan Dao, who had been cleaved apart by a single sword strike—the sheer power of the Qing Suo Sword far exceeded his imagination. One had to remember that EVA Unit-01, especially after absorbing Adam, possessed unimaginable physical hardness and an absurdly powerful AT Field. In his estimation, perhaps only Clone Zheng Zha could shatter that AT Field. Yet, the azure light slashed, flashing in an instant, not only breaking the AT Field but easily grinding his body to dust until his body reached 1/2|jumped to