On Night King Star, a broken slab of earth pinned the legs of the Chiling Tribe woman from before. Blood streamed from her legs. Not far away, lava spread across the ground, scorching the blood and turning the air red.
The woman lowered her head. She could not see the battle, but she could hear it. Her name was Allen Galler.
With a crash, the ground split open. Lu Yin grabbed True Martial Night King and shot into the air, then slammed him down onto the ground. True Martial Night King gaped and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face contorted in pain. The more vicious and terrifying his gaze became, the more he waited for Lu Yin to reach his limit. He would not let this man die so easily. He would torture him to death.
Lu Yin's arms trembled, and blood flowed without stopping. He was truly near his limit. He still had not broken through his talent, so he could only take a gamble and keep rolling the die. If he rolled a four, he could recover perfectly. Then they could see who could outlast the other.
Facing the battlefield, Allen Galler could still hear the Chiling Tribe's battle song for True Martial Night King ringing in her ears. She slowly opened her mouth, and a beautiful, melodious voice poured out, guiding the Chiling Tribe to change the music into a mournful song no one had ever heard. It was the Chiling Tribe's funeral song. She was seeing off her sisters who had died.
As the funeral song rang out, True Martial Night King's expression abruptly changed. His heart throbbed with such pain that he could barely breathe. He turned to glare at Allen Galler. "Shut up."
Allen Galler knelt on the ground, clasped her hands