Copy Aiou had no humanity. Every one of his actions revolved around the final wishes of the Evil Spirit Mirror and the Blood-Tear Sword.
Once he judged that there was no hope of victory, he would not hesitate to use the most resolute method to perish together with his enemy, swearing to drag his target down with him.
The instant the explosion began, Yucali made the most precise judgment. He directly controlled the Sea-Calming Divine Chopsticks, making them larger and thicker to form a massive pillar in front of himself. Then the world was drowned in red. Yucali hid within the crack formed by the Sea-Calming Divine Chopsticks, able only to continuously wrap himself in energy and hold on with bitter difficulty.
Centered on Copy Aiou, red energy surged like a tide, sweeping away every obstacle.
The rescue team was wiped out in an instant. Wuwupa rode the Miaomiao Flying Broom, clutching Zhong Qing in her hand as they fled at top speed. Behind them lay a red world.
That red world seemed as though it would never change, but if they dared to stop, they would instantly be swallowed by the red energy.
Because the affected area was too vast, it instead created a strange sense of stasis.
At that moment, Wuwupa saw a spaceship slowly sailing in the distance. The people aboard still wore smiles. Because she was moving too quickly, the people on the ship instead looked like a movie playing in slow motion, every smile and frown unbearably slow.
"What do we do? There are people ahead!" Wuwupa said.
Zhong Qing shut her eyes in pain and said, "We can barely save ourselves. What else can we do?"
"That's true. I wonder whether Aiou can survive an attack of this level." Wuwupa's eyes reddened slightly. She