Qing Ling and Xie Lin looked at each other. Xie Lin's aura surged towards the heavens, his evil aura engulfing the entire sky. Qing Ling's back unfurled a stream of clear water, forming a barrier that protected her. The black energy that approached was directly cleansed and purified by the water. This was the unique evil spirit energy of the Xie Ling race; even a trace of it would put Qing Ling in grave danger. Once a living being was contaminated by the Xie Ling race's energy, they would be assimilated and devoured.
Fortunately, Qing Ling knew how to counter the evil spirit energy. Xie Lin took a step forward, his trident entwined with evil spirit energy. He thrust it out. Qing Ling flicked her long whip, and several whip flashes suddenly appeared. Before Xie Lin could get close, he continuously swung his trident. As Qing Ling's whip and Xie Lin's trident collided, Qing Ling's offense was perfectly defended by Xie Lin. Xie Lin's figure instantly split into seven or eight, attacking Qing Ling from all directions.
Qing Ling's eyes were covered by layers of azure light. The speed of Xie Lin seemed to be reduced by several hundred times in her eyes. Qing Ling constantly observed these Xie Lin clones; there was only one true body, and it could only be found through careful searching. The cloning technique of the Xie Ling race covered both the clones and the true body with evil spirit energy, making it impossible for ordinary observation methods to distinguish the true body from the clones.
Qing Ling's eyes quickly found Xie Lin's true body. Qing Ling raised her arm and then made an elegant, sweeping motion. The long whip in her hand spun with a clever posture and lashed out. Xie Lin raised his trident. The trident and the whip collided. With a crack, Xie Lin staggered back a few steps.
Xie Lin pursed his lips. This was more interesting. The trident in his hand elongated by three feet. He swung the trident, which shot out countless blade energies like rain, covering the area in front of Qing Ling. Qing Ling continuously swung and slapped her whip, causing wave after wave of blade energies to collapse and explode upon impact. Amidst the explosions, Xie Lin used the cover to appear before Qing Ling. Qing Ling sensed danger as the tip of the trident approached her chest. Qing Ling dared not be careless. She wrapped and spun her long whip, forming a circular whip shield in front of her. The trident and the shield collided, and Qing Ling was forced to retreat.
Xie Lin's strength was too immense. Qing Ling's fighting style was not on the same level as her opponent's. This kind of head-on confrontation was not suitable for Qing Ling. Qing Ling stepped forward, and azure wings of water rose from her back, lifting her into the sky. Xie Lin pointed his trident at Qing Ling and roared, "Trying to run? No way."
In Xie Lin's eyes, Qing Ling seemed to be trying to escape. But was that truly the case?
Qing Ling ascended to a high altitude and formed a sphere of water in her hands. Countless streams of water converged in her hands. Qing Ling threw the water sphere, and countless water spheres flew towards Xie Lin. Xie Lin swung his trident continuously, and several flashes of light appeared. The water spheres were directly cut in half by the trident, exploding behind Xie Lin.
Qing Ling knew this move was ineffective but it bought her a little time. From behind Qing Ling, a tremendous waterfall descended, engulfing and submerging Xie Lin. Xie Lin's trident glowed with black light, and he transformed into a sharp sword, charging forward. The entire waterfall was cut in half by the light.
Qing Ling's lips curled up. She clapped her hands together. The severed streams of water instantly coalesced, forming a giant water sphere that enclosed Xie Lin. Qing Ling did not stop her attack, knowing that Xie Lin would break free from this move in ten seconds. Qing Ling raised her hands, and countless streams of water gathered from the sky.
Vast currents and droplets of water condensed, forming thousands of water swords that appeared around Qing Ling. Qing Ling extended her arm, and the thousand water swords shot towards Xie Lin. At this moment, Xie Lin swung his left hand broadly, cutting open the water sphere. Xie Lin spun his trident, forming a circular shield. Countless water swords struck it, only emitting ringing sounds.
Qing Ling let out a delicate sigh, "If I hadn't been weakened, you wouldn't be able to withstand my techniques."
"That is the reality. Your recovery speed is too slow. It seems this world will ultimately belong to our Xie Ling race."
"Die."
Xie Lin transformed into a beam of light, its trajectory aimed directly at Qing Ling's forehead. Qing Ling stood motionless, facing Xie Lin's attack with no fear, as if she were waiting in place. As the black light approached, Qing Ling threw out a clear blue ice-water sphere. Just as it was about to reach her, Qing Ling threw it out and then covered herself with layers of water protective film. The black light collided with the water sphere with a thunderous roar. Qing Ling seized this opportunity to dash into the explosion. From the center of the blast, a deafening sound erupted. The shockwave swept outwards. Qing Ling, looking pale and exhausted, faced Xie Lin. Xie Lin's corpse fell to the ground. Qing Ling coughed out a mouthful of blood with a splutter, and her appearance aged significantly.
Qing Ling glanced at the other battles and said, "The rest is up to you."
At the moment of the explosion, Qing Ling had unleashed her ultimate technique, sacrificing a large portion of her lifespan for a decisive blow that pierced through Xie Lin's body. She hadn't had an opportunity to use it before, but when Xie Lin charged at her, she had already conceived this plan.
Qing Ling walked towards the fortress wall. The remaining battles were beyond her participation. In the sky above, two battlefields unfolded. Chen Mei clashed with the Xie Ling race, while Xie Kong looked frustrated. Chen Mei giggled, "Little brother, are you falling for me? Then don't attack me."
"Vixen, are you trying to use your charm on me?"
Xie Kong never imagined Chen Mei's charm technique to be so profound. Every time they clashed, he would lose focus for 0.01 seconds. Even a 0.01-second lapse in concentration was crucial enough to decide a battle at their level. Such a brief moment of distraction could lead to death. Fighting Chen Mei was truly frustrating for Xie Kong.
Chen Mei's attacks were imbued with charm energy. If it weren't for the extremely evil nature of his Xie Ling energy, which could offer some resistance, he would have been utterly charmed by Chen Mei, leaving nothing but dust.
Chen Mei chuckled, becoming even more alluring. Any normal man seeing Chen Mei like this would be desperate to fulfill her every command. Fortunately, Xie Kong maintained his sanity and was not affected.
Meanwhile, on the other battlefield, Chen Ling's fists moved like a furious beast, completely unlike her delicate appearance. She was incredibly violent.
Chen Ling and the Xie faction engaged in bare-fisted combat. Both were practitioners of close-quarters combat, their punches landing with raw power. Neither gained an advantage as they both retreated.