The front line of the Millennial Blood War, watched by all.
Beneath Florence.
That noblewoman who seemed peerless in the world displayed the pinnacle of martial power in this era with an unyielding stance.
"Human Dragon—Liberation."
Luo Nian's eyes were like frigid ice moons, while an aura akin to the depths of the underworld seeped from every pore of her body and coiled around her.
Her wooden clogs stood on the ground, her slender body seemingly rooted in the earth, immovable as a mountain.
"Dear [Blocking], ahead of us... all things are useless."
The Plague Armor on Luo Nian's body, along with the Plague-Slaying Blade [Blocking Is Useless], rapidly began to change.
Coiling ribbons spread outward, and the originally plain Plague Armor gradually transformed into an exquisite, luxurious black evening gown.
The long gray Plague-Slaying Blade grew increasingly sharp, its color shifting into a glaze-like sheen.
That glaze-like hue crept up from Luo Nian's exposed collarbone, gradually covering her face.
Mysterious, noble, inviolable.
A frame embossed with [Shattered Little Man] appeared.
It heralded the arrival of Luo Nian in her complete form.
[Luo Nian].
No title—only those two words.
"[Dark Holy Ritual Attire] [Blocking Is Useless]."
"Fight with me until the end of immunity."
Her technique domain opened wide.
Luo Nian's beautiful eyes rippled.
An epic symphony began to play.
It had been a long time since such an ostentatiously impressive Plague Exterminator had appeared on the battlefield of the Pestilence World.
"She's rather pretty."
Twenty-Three said seriously, "Mistress Luo Nian is even prettier than Xiao Qiu—according to novels and picture books, girls like this are often taken into a harem."
Zhou Zhi had no idea what novels Twenty-Three had been reading lately, but amid such a tense plague battle, it did help him relax a little.
A breathtaking woman