Was all of this within its calculations?
Li blinked.
She hovered in midair, unable to move her body, but her thoughts raced.
If all Immortal Arts in the world had been bestowed by the will of the world, then it was hardly surprising that it could use the World Chess Game to deduce every minute change in the situation, even predict the future several seconds ahead.
Unless something happened that lay beyond its expectations.
Like the blue-white beam sweeping in from behind it—
By the time "Luo Qingqing" noticed the beam, it was already too late to dodge. It was hard to say whether the Zhen Technique's Solar Flame struck first or the Nine Nether Fire formed first, but the result was that the blade of light completely engulfed it, cleaving apart the black sun in its hand as well.
In an instant, "Luo Qingqing" was vaporized by the blazing heat, without leaving behind even a trace of afterglow.
The Heaven-Earth Reversal imposed upon the ground was also lifted. Li landed safely and, at the same time, saw who had come to help.
It was a being utterly unlike the Lightwing Angels—half of its body was humanoid, while the other half was a black phantom. Wings spread from its back as well, but they were not feathered wings. They resembled tentacles condensed from black light instead. There were eight or nine of them, each seeming to possess a will of its own.
Li studied the figure for a moment before realizing that it was An.
And "Luo Qingqing" emerged from the White Gate once more, her eyes filled with shock and fury!
"Is this thing impossible to kill?" An complained. "I even picked the perfect moment to strike. I thought one hit would do it."
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