Battle on the Moon 3

"Next, go and suck his blood, then I won't need these two old geezers anymore. Then I'll crush the Earth and piece it together on my moon. Don't worry, Gaia, I'll leave you a core the size of a satellite." Crimson Moon smiled and slowly said to Earth.

In the movie theater, Arcueid, upon hearing that Crimson Moon wanted to drink Bai Mo's blood, scratched at the wooden board with her hands like a wild kitten guarding its food. Her eyes seemed ready to spill pearls at any moment, and she was seething with hatred.

"Could you please not damage public property? The Church won't reimburse you for this," Ciel said coldly to Arcueid. His words only made Arcueid angrier.

"How dare you say that! It's all your fault!"

Just as Crimson Moon was basking in her victory, she sensed something was amiss. Why were those two old dogs so quiet after their triumph?

"No way... it's impossible, how could he..."

The voices of the Sun and Moon Elders slowly drifted out, and at that moment, Crimson Moon suddenly felt a powerful aura coming from behind her.

"If it's not Bai Mo's aura, could there be other powerful figures? There are far too many outsiders. What are those guys doing?" Crimson Moon frowned and said. Then, a soaring sword aura emerged from behind her, and a giant sword formed from raging fire flew out, slicing off a corner of the moon above her head like an apple.

Faced with this terrifying attack, Crimson Moon frowned and asked the Sun and Moon Elders, "Do you know who this person is?"

There was no answer, only the trembling voices of the Sun and Moon Elders: "How is this possible? So many years have passed, how could someone still... We couldn't do it no matter how hard we practiced back then, how could a mere kid do it?!"

The words had barely left her lips when a figure, swift as lightning, lunged straight at the Real of the World beside Crimson Moon! With a crack, the Real of the World was sent flying like a kite with a broken string. Meanwhile, the object that had just clashed with the Real of the World was also tossed high into the air.

It was the Mad Giant Shark.

Seeing the flying divine weapon, Crimson Moon immediately sensed something was extremely wrong. Bai Mo still had 500,000 horses, so how did he manage to break free from the Twin Moons unscathed? Moreover, during the battle just now, there was absolutely no chance of Bai Mo's sword slipping from his grasp, so how could it be so easily knocked away now?

The Mad Giant Shark can merge into her body at any time and attack in conjunction with the Blade of Hell, so there's no possibility of it slipping out of her grasp. Everything is too abnormal; Crimson Moon's intuition tells her that there's something she can't understand.

Bai Mo then clenched his fist, and three crimson streaks spread down from his head, signaling the start of his true fight.

Crimson Moon suddenly felt a powerful aura surging from Bai Mo's body, completely different from the previous aura. It was a fierce and powerful sword aura tempered in raging fire. Then, to her astonishment, a giant figure appeared behind Bai Mo.

"Use power to create a puppet to assist in the attack? No, this feeling..." Crimson Moon felt an immense pressure coming down on her. She saw the person behind Bai Mo catch the Mad Giant Shark that had been thrown up, raise his hands high, and have flames burning fiercely.

"Playing tricks, Bai Mo. You said I was wasting my power before, so why are you doing this pointless thing again?" Crimson Moon's rationality told her that this behavior was meaningless. Creating something like a substitute to launch two attacks would only greatly reduce the power of both attacks in the end.

"Is it pointless? Then Master, let's go prove it to her." Bai Mo smiled and spoke to the person behind him, who actually nodded.

Crimson Moon's rationality told her this was all a charade, but the next moment, the Sun and Moon Elders, roared at the top of their lungs:

"Fool! Retreat now! This is your strongest killing move— Hell God of War!"

Retreat? How could she possibly retreat? Crimson Moon immediately channeled all her power. With 900,000 horsepower combined with her UO-level body, her body was the most indestructible existence above the Earth and Moon.

Crack! The defense shattered. In that instant when there was no chance to muster any strength, the demonic blade aimed straight for the enemy's throat, intending to decapitate her in one strike!

Five hundred thousand horsepower of power – Sea Tiger Exploding Fist! Five hundred thousand horsepower of power – Selfless Demon Blade!

Crimson Moon's body flew sideways, a streak of crimson blood emanating from her neck. In just one exchange, her previous advantage seemed to have vanished.

"What the hell... What is going on! Did she use some kind of speed-increasing technique?" She still couldn't believe it. This was completely illogical. From beginning to end, the moon only perceived one thing, and her only opponent was Bai Mo.

Before it was over, "Great Saber" held the Mad Giant Shark horizontally and swung it like a tennis racket. Bai Mo used this force to instantly reach an unprecedented speed! Whale Dominates the World instantly appeared behind Crimson Moon, with "Great Saber" following closely behind.

Five hundred thousand horsepower of power— the Limitless Tremor Zen! Five hundred thousand horsepower of power— Splitting the Sky!

Crimson Moon had just attacked Bai Mo from both sides with her twin moons, and now she was in the same predicament. The difference was that now there was no one else to defend her and give her a chance to escape.

They have the same level of cultivation and the same Complete Realm, but their tactical thinking and combat styles are vastly different.

Their perfect coordination allowed their combined power to achieve an effect greater than the sum of its parts. Now, Crimson Moon truly understood why those two arrogant and foolish Sun and Moon Elders called this move their strongest killing move.

With a deafening bang, the Limitless Tremor Zen shattered Crimson Moon's body, scattering bones and blood Splitting the Sky. The strike, like a guillotine, crashed down heavily onto her still-unrepaired neck.