Xiao Yu's palm covered Chen Mo's temple. Both were in the Super State, their eyes closed as their consciousnesses connected through a special ability. The images within their minds were now identical.
But Xiao Yu held the dominant role.
She was doing everything she could to release her ability, allowing Chen Mo to understand its uniqueness and operation so that he could replicate it.
In theory, Chen Mo's body was capable of anything. He had simply never touched upon an ability like Xiao Yu's. All he needed was a key to open the door to this ability.
Chen Mo was now trying to open that door. Once it opened, it meant he would possess Xiao Yu's ability and would be able to fully replicate the abilities of other lifeforms in the future.
The pulses of consciousness continued.
Chen Mo and Xiao Yu felt closer than ever, as if their souls had merged into one.
The feeling was strange and special, like two lovers deeply in love sharing their most intimate contact. There were no secrets, no reservations—an exchange from the depths of their souls, intimacy that transcended the flesh.
Chen Mo was doing his best to imitate the fluctuations of Xiao Yu's consciousness. This would be a method capable of completely changing the course of the war.
Within Chen Mo's consciousness, Xiao Yu's consciousness pulsed, as did the consciousnesses of every lifeform she could see. They all pulsed as though following some pattern, yet he could not discover what that pattern was.
Part of Chen Mo's consciousness was quietly changing, gradually synchronizing with Xiao Yu.
The battlefield stretched across tens of billions of kilometers. In space, glowing explosions and shattered wreckage reflected one another, silent and tragically beautiful. Endless war machines poured into the battlefield, making life seem incomparably