Boom--
The building where the woman was located was engulfed by lightning.
The wind, snow, and dust swirled, temporarily obscuring the Dharma King's vision.
The Dharma King snapped his fingers, "Perfect hit!"
Sitting atop the clouds, A Bing said calmly, "According to the 'no harm without smoke' principle, I bet she's completely unharmed."
The Dharma King scoffed, "Can't you wish me well for once?"
The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.
The two-story building had completely collapsed, with only one load-bearing column standing on the ruins.
As luck would have it, the woman was standing on that load-bearing pillar.
At the moment the intertwined lightning struck, she was positioned precisely within a gap in the lightning.
The woman didn't move an inch, and not even the hem of her skirt got dirty.
A Bing slapped his thigh. "What did I tell you?"
"You really think you're still the same old carry? You're way behind the times!"
The Dharma King was speechless; what kind of incredible luck did that guy have?
Such dense lightning could still pass through the gaps.
The woman asked in bewilderment, "Don't gentlemen refrain from beating women, children, and the elderly?"
The Dharma King conjured a lightning spear in his hand. "I am the Laoliu."
The Dharma King's arm muscles bulged high as he forcefully hurled the spear.
whoosh--
The thunderous spear tore through the sky, heading straight for the woman.
The woman dodged the lightning strike by taking only one step back, but the supporting pillar beneath her feet collapsed.
The Dharma King, trembling with anger, asked, "When will we lightning-type players be able to stand up again?"
Bolts of lightning surged from the Dharma King's body, unleashing a full-scale barrage towards the woman's location.
The woman was like a snow sprite, dancing gracefully on the snow, brushing past streaks of lightning.
A moment later, the lightning power emanating from the Dharma King subsided, and the woman stood in the center of the snow, surrounded by "scars" left by lightning strikes.
These crisscrossing scars form a picture; upon closer inspection, isn't it a portrait of the woman herself?
The woman slowly opened her arms and smiled at the Dharma King in the sky, saying, "Mr. Lightning, this artwork is a collaborative creation between us!"
A Bing laughed, "This White Hair is actually quite polite."
The woman said smugly, "But I was the one who conceived it. What do you think? I'm quite artistically talented, aren't I?"
The Dharma King looked at his palm in disbelief.
What's wrong with me today? My aim is so bad.
A Bing flung a handful of Plague Pollen at the woman. "I've weakened her, hurry up and get her!"
A tall, abandoned building behind the woman suddenly collapsed in her direction without warning, narrowly missing her.
The collapsing building landed right on the oncoming pollen, pushing it back.
Caught off guard, the Dharma King was smeared all over his face.
"Cough cough cough..."
The Dharma King clutched his neck, coughing incessantly. "I... cough cough... Qiaoli... cough... ma..."
The woman tilted her head in confusion. "Mr. Lightning, you seem to be sick."
A Bing hadn't expected this to happen, and in her haste, she scattered another handful of Smiley Face Pollen.
A sudden gust of wind blew by, carrying away all the Smiley Face Pollen that was about to land on the Dharma King and onto the woman.
The woman's face immediately lit up with a rosy glow, and she waved to A Bing above the clouds, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Pollen. I've never felt so good. You're such a kind person."
A Bing couldn't keep his expression in check, and the mask on his face almost fell off.
"Bro, there's something fishy about this woman."
The Dharma King clutched his neck with both hands, struggling to breathe.
I was practically bursting with pent-up frustration, and you're only now telling me there's a problem?
The woman's face showed a hint of concern. " Mr. Pollen, your friend seems to need to see a doctor."
A Bing forced a smile, "Thank you for your concern, I am a doctor."
To ensure everything went smoothly, he went straight behind the Dharma King and patted a handful of Smiley Face Pollen onto his back.
The Dharma King breathed a long sigh of relief, "He's finally alive."
The Mist Lord, arriving late, frowned as he looked at the three of them standing there. "What are you doing? Meeting up with someone you met online?"
The woman put her hands behind her back and leaned to the side. "Another masked gentleman has arrived. Look at the artwork I just created with Mr. Lightning!"
The Mist Lord glanced at it. "Compared to Miss Sword Case, she's still a bit lacking."
The woman asked curiously, "Who is Miss Sword Case?"
The Mist Lord said calmly, "A Sword Case with exceptional artistic talent."
How tall?
"That's as tall as a Dasha."
Having regained his full power, the Dharma King unleashed his beast form. "I return as lightning!"
The Mist Lord immediately released Fog of War, trapping the woman within its domain.
The woman looked around anxiously. "Mr. Mask, where are you? I can't see you anymore."
The Dharma King flicked his wrist and unleashed Thunderbolt: "Kneel down!"
The Fog of War made the woman, who was already bad at directions, even more disoriented; she wandered around in circles like a headless fly.
Lightning bolts grazed past her, and even after the Dharma King unleashed dozens of Thunderbolt, he couldn't even touch the hem of her skirt.
The Dharma King murmured, "What kind of incredible luck is this?"
A Bing: " The Magician was so envious he cried himself to sleep in the corner."
The Magician, who was leading Big Black to find a coffin, curled his lip and said, "I'm not envious at all, really, not even a little bit."
The Mist Lord unfolds its beast form, merging with the Fog of War and transforming into a demon within the mist.
He would suddenly appear from the woman's side or behind from time to time, but every time the Mist Blade fell, she perfectly dodged it.
"His movement technique is outrageous!"
The Dharma King once suspected that the Fog of War debuff might be affecting him.
Qin Ze, who was warming himself by the fireplace, watched with great interest. "This must be her innate ability, similar to Little Deer's ability to Deduction the future."
"She can Precision predict your next move; you just need to be prepared a second in advance."
The Dharma King was speechless. "Then what's the point of even hitting it!"
Qin Ze rolled over. "Calm down, every ability comes at a price."
"The greater the ability, the greater the price."
The Dharma King and the Mist Lord exchanged a glance and decided to wage a war of attrition against each other.
On the other side, Brother Devour was still exchanging blows with A Niu.
Brother Devour said in a muffled voice, "I only used thirty percent of my strength. If that's all you've got, I can play with you for a whole day."
A Niu raised his eyebrows. "I'll take 20%."
Brother Devour: "I'll take one-tenth."
A Niu: "I'll take 0.5%."
Although they said they weren't using much force, their blows became increasingly harder with each strike.
The battle has lasted less than two minutes, and all the abandoned buildings within a radius of several hundred meters have been reduced to ruins.
The Dharma King asked Qin Ze on the Local Area Network, "Aren't you coming to help? These are two tough cases."
Qin Ze wrapped himself tighter in the blanket. "It's too cold outside, but I can call Super Wings for you."
As he spoke, he took out Law Token and pointed it at the ceiling, and a golden beam of light shot into the sky in an instant.
"Done."
Immediately afterwards, Qin Ze stuffed the Law Token into his pocket.
The Lao Dao guarding the Abyss Gate sighed as he saw the golden pillar of light, "There's never a moment's peace."
He had already discovered the battle outside Snow City and guessed that it was Qin Ze's doing.
Qin Ze didn't give him a signal, and he was worried about ruining the other party's plan, so he held back and didn't make a move.
Lao Dao slowly stood up, took a step forward, and immediately disappeared from the spot.