When It Makes No Difference Whose Doll You Are

"Crack... crack..."

The sound of rubble rolling echoed across the shattered ground.

And it came from every direction.

This area, already reduced to ruins, seemed to have been completely written off after the astonishing exchange of offense and defense, becoming a barren wasteland.

The ground was charred black from corrosion.

Not a single building remained, all of them reduced to countless fragments of stone and rubble scattered everywhere.

Even poisonous-gas-like smoke rose from every inch of soil, gradually contaminating the area.

For perhaps the next several decades, life would never return here. Not even a blade of grass or a single tree could grow again.

In such a place, amid a stretch of flattened open ground, Fang Li and Ophelia faced each other from afar.

"Ha... ha..."

Ragged breathing came from Fang Li.

Blood stained the corner of his mouth.

His body was still wracked with pain.

His internal organs kept spasming.

His heart pounded without pause.

Despite having been poisoned by who knew how many different toxins, Fang Li stood with remarkably steady strength.

His Ice-Blue Demon Eyes stared ahead.

The light sword in his hand pointed at his opponent's throat.

Maintaining his slashing stance, Fang Li did not move.

Only his breathing continued to grow heavier.

Ophelia watched Fang Li in silence.

At first glance, Ophelia appeared far more composed than Fang Li.

Yet upon closer inspection, one would find that Ophelia's complexion was much paler than usual. Even her body seemed weak enough to collapse at any moment.

That was a sign that her Star Pulse Energy was nearly exhausted.

Under such circumstances, with her throat directly targeted by her opponent's weapon, there was no need to say who had won and who had lost.

Fang Li and Ophelia stood amid the wasteland, staring at each other.