At the ruins of the Demon Palace's former site, a hundred suns fell into the world. Destructive power erupted, heaven tipped and earth collapsed, and the stars filling the sky lost all color.
Close at hand, Inverted Water Moon was bound by a white rainbow. Yue Zhinv showed no panic, and the corners of her lips curved slightly. Silver light on her sword flourished to its peak; the white rainbow trembled, then unraveled on its own.
A hundred suns crashed down, drowning everything within a hundred miles around them. Thunderous tremors rang out as waves of dust surged into the sky, blotting out heaven and sun.
Amid the churning dust and sand, a crimson paper umbrella manifested. Beneath it, Yue Zhinv waved away the raging flames around her, fixed her gaze on the figure ahead, stepped forward on lotus feet, and swung her sword as she advanced.
With a ringing clang, the two swords met once more. Ning Chen's body lightened, and he involuntarily floated into the air. The power of Inverted Water Moon displayed its wonders again.
Yue Zhinv raised a hand and wiped away the trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. Looking at the figure rising into the air, she stamped her foot and soared skyward. Her blade swept out again, carrying even greater force than before.
A deafening impact shook the air. The crimson-clad figure crashed down, kicking up ten thousand waves of sand. On the ground, Ning Chen steadied himself and looked at the umbrella-bearing woman in the sky, a grave light flashing through his eyes. It seemed that his previous move had thoroughly enraged her; even her attacks had become far more ruthless than before.
In the void, Yue Zhinv slowly descended with the crimson umbrella in hand. The silver radiance of