Yang Jian watched Liu Qingqing reach out and grab the hatchet, looking utterly confident, and found it laughable.
"You really are stupid to the extreme. You used the qipao to block my coffin nail and the gloves to seize my hatchet. Do you think those two things alone will let you keep dragging this out without being killed by me? If that's all you have, then today, you can be on your way."
Liu Qingqing said nothing. She stared at Yang Jian, both hands gripping the hatchet without letting go.
She was incredibly strong, far stronger than a normal woman should have been. If an ordinary person had been caught in her grasp, their bones would likely have been crushed.
But Yang Jian was no weakling either.
It was as if, after fighting to this point, they had even begun relying on brute strength.
They both seemed to have reached the end of their rope.
Yet Liu Qingqing knew very well that she was at a disadvantage, because Liu Ziwen was still helping suppress the Ghost Eye. Once the Ghost Eye was no longer suppressed, Yang Jian could immediately restart himself.
At that point, he would not die.
Against an enemy who could not be killed, the one destined to die would be her.
"Yang Jian, stop talking big. The supernatural power you can control is indeed terrifying, but haven't you still failed to kill me so far?"
Liu Qingqing said, "So you aren't invincible either. As long as the method is right, you can still be taken down. And do you know why I only appeared now?"
"Because I needed to make use of the fifth-floor messengers' strength. If I relied on myself alone, you would have killed me long ago."
"But now, you're the one who has lost."