Zzz! Zzz! Zzz!
Streaks of blood crawled all over Li Changzhou's body, his suit now tattered.
"Brother!" Li Qianxia, wielding a steel gun, dashed forward with a trail of afterimages.
"Human World—Age Suffering." The representative of the Human World was a woman in her forties, a decade older than the Hungry Ghost Path.
As the words left the representative of the Human World's mouth, Li Qianxia stumbled, her movements halting, as her youthful skin turned to crinkled and paled, transforming from a vibrant young girl into an old, hunched figure.
Asura Path glanced over, casually extracting dozens of strands from the Sword Qi that was strangling Li Changzhou.
Yang Qinglan glanced over at her, then turned back to focus on the Asura Path, the blue light in her eyes flickering incessantly, constantly altering the Asura Path's gravity.
For the Asura Path, who excelled in battle, simply shifting gravity in all directions was nothing; she could adapt in an instant, without even delaying her sword strikes.
It was only through such erratic and unpredictable changes, coupled with "Illusions" and "Phantom Sounds," that she could be handicapped.
With Yang Qinglan's support, Li Changzhou, who was immobilized like a fetus by "Human World—Birth Suffering," could barely resist the opponent by directing the Emerald Bee Sword with his spirit.
Li Changzhou entered a state of Concentration, combining it with 20% of Divine Body's "Low-Level Omniscience," to learn the swordsmanship from Asura Path; the Emerald Bee Sword spun faster and faster, eventually turning into a misty veil of rain.
"Learning from me?" the Asura Path said in surprise, her face showing disdain.
The swordsmanship abruptly advanced to a higher level. Blood splattered as Li Changzhou, aside from his vitals, was almost completely grazed by the sword mist—each touch left a blood streak, and if not blocked in time, it could even gouge out a chunk of flesh.
The Asura Path was not using her full strength before, but now, in combat with a peer like Li Changzhou, her swordsmanship improved yet again!
But as long as they were not vital, these wounds put no pressure on Li Changzhou; with 20% of Divine Body's "Low-Level Strength," as long as the damage was less than half, it could heal, albeit at a much slower pace.
Yang Qinglan's gaze flickered, her thoughts also spinning.
The Saint Master had not made a move; the Heavenly God Path was known to have healing powers, the Human World Path represented the Eight Sufferings, Asura Path for battle, Hungry Ghost Path for devouring.
She was looking for an opportunity; as soon as she could ascertain their strength and specific skills, she would immediately perform the Gu She Divine Woman transformation and, with either Li Changzhou or Li Qianxia, eliminate one or two more of them.
But these were opponents with the instinct of S and S- rank, the most formidable enemies they had encountered thus far!
"Human World—Illness Suffering."
"Cough! Cough!" Li Qianxia, her hair white as snow, coughed as if her body would shatter.
One hand covered her mouth, the other strained to lift her steel gun; every time she was about to reach the Human World Path, the Asura would flick over Sword Qi.
The Human World Path's combat prowess was not strong; even in such a state, Li Qianxia could overwhelm her.
Unfortunately, Li Qianxia's Qi-Blood and spirit were now too depleted to allow her to transform into the Roc Body.
A blade of Sword Qi glanced off the steel gun, skidding aside and plunging towards the river.
Boom!
The water, like torn paper, was disrupted for half a second.
Hisss! Another wave of Sword Qi was deflected, careening towards the ground.
"Ah!" A civilian player from the Special Warfare Bureau, also swinging his sword furiously, shouted.
"Pfft!" The player screamed as his sword snapped and his face was carved with a vicious gash.
"Zheng Ming!" another player shouted from afar.
"I'm okay!" Zheng Ming gasped, "These bastards are too strong! If this were on land, half of Song City wouldn't withstand their fighting!"
"This is just a probe; when they really go at it, if the national team doesn't come, the whole of Song City will be destroyed," said Zheng Qing as she landed, pulling out a medicine bottle and pouring it over Zheng Ming's face.
The wound visibly closed up.
"Team Leader Zheng, are these people really that strong? Can they really destroy all of Song City?" Zheng Ming asked, enduring the itch as his wound healed.
"S-grade Visualization ability, able to transform into Ancient Divine Beasts tens to hundreds of meters large, what do you think?"
Zheng Qing's gaze shifted to the petrified bystanders and she barked, "Why are you still here, waiting to die?!"
Startled back to their senses, those people scrambled away in panic.
Those things were real, the rumors on the internet were true; the entire world had indeed changed—their screams echoed in the depths of their hearts!
Sword Qi crisscrossed the skies, occasionally descending; whenever there was someone below, the Special Warfare Bureau agents would block it, and if there was no one, it would slice through buildings, tear apart the Earth.
Occasionally, the Sword Qi sweeping across would "mow the lawn," and each strand was capable of slicing through at least two buildings.
The most bustling area of Song City, Songjiang, was now battered and tattered, essentially a war-torn wasteland.
'The Human World Path didn't attack me? Distance? Or can she only affect two people at most? She also didn't use the Eight Sufferings continuously...' Yang Qinglan pondered.
"Turquoise Pool, go help Qian Xia," she said.
"I won't," was the reply.
Yang Qinglan's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at her.
"I've already said," Turquoise Pool said coldly, "I will only help you if they strike first."