Sister Zhou pushed the microphone away, looking utterly done with life.
"This feels amazing to play, but the pressure is insane! My little body really can't take it!"
The livestream fell silent for a second.
Then the chat erupted.
"Lady, please shut up."
"What part of you is weak? Those moves just now were inhuman."
"Enough talking. Where's the cutscene? I want the cutscene!"
"You're killing me! Hurry up and play the last part!"
"I waited three whole days for this scene."
"If Lehoyo makes an anime, I'll get on my knees and sing 'Conquest.'"
"Wake up. They're broke as hell. What are they supposed to make an anime with?"
"Herrscher of Sentience, hurry up and win! Sister Zhou, stop dragging this out!"
In truth, the pause lasted only two seconds.
But to the viewers, those two seconds felt longer than two centuries.
Finally.
The screen went black.
When it lit up again, the viewpoint hung in midair.
Below lay the shattered ruins of a sword graveyard.
The wind howled.
Faintly, the sharp clang of colliding metal pierced the clouds and reached their ears.
The camera plunged.
It hurtled toward the ground.
On the battlefield, two figures were locked in combat.
The once-brilliant golden halo around Kiana had gone out completely.
She had returned to looking like an ordinary girl.
Her clothes were in tatters, her breathing faint.
By all rights, she should have been nothing more than meat on the chopping block.
Yet strangely enough.
Whenever the spear in the Herrscher of Sentience's hands thrust toward her with devastating force, a crimson feather would materialize in midair.
Hum!
Sparks flew.
The feather shattered, dissolving into specks of light.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
The Herrscher of Sentience's attacks grew increasingly frenzied, abandoning defense entirely.
Kiana's gaze was unfocused, yet