A thousand miles away, the Moon Ring Armor brewed in its fury. Its armor opened up, becoming sharper and more angular.
The restrained purple also turned into a vivid black-and-yellow.
Lightning brewed between her fingers.
The two drew closer and closer. Otto could already see Zhao Bai's face, still as composed and unhurried as ever.
"Tsk."
That was the last image.
After that, the face remained frozen on the screen forever. The camera had been destroyed, the Moon Ring Armor capable of slaying gods had been wrecked, and Immortal Crimson Kite had not even withstood a single move.
Though that was related to Fu Hua being controlled by the armor and having no will to fight.
It was still a true display of strength.
"Li above, Li below; light above flame. The formless begets one another, dividing time to transform and nurture."
"Break."
The black-and-yellow lightning was swallowed by inky intent descending from the heavens. The sky darkened, as though something had covered it.
Fu Hua raised an eyebrow slightly.
The move felt strangely familiar.
The machine judged that she needed to evade, but she chose to meet it head-on. Like a moth flying into a flame, the Moon Ring Armor shot toward the sky tainted by inky intent.
A tremendous impact followed.
The ink radiance transformed into a sharp cone that pierced through heaven and earth. It spun as it landed lightly, yet the shockwave it brought was far from as ethereal as it appeared.
Fu Hua lost consciousness.
She entrusted everything to Zhao Bai.
Though she knew he was unreliable, he was indeed someone she could trust.
The two did not contradict each other.
After the smoke and dust cleared, Zhao Bai carried the unconscious Fu Hua on his shoulder. Half of his mask had been shattered,