Unexpected Teleportation

These arrows made no sound as they pierced the air.

There was no dazzling brilliance.

Wherever the arrow flew, all the mirror light was erased and disappeared.

It didn't shoot towards Prism Shadow's body, but rather at her feet.

Prism Shadow's eyes turned cold.

"You think you can tear open a crack in me?" A mocking smile appeared on her lips. "How presumptuous!"

Prism Shadow her hands together.

"Mirror Flower - Fusion!"

Around Prism Shadow, all the mirror light collapsed inwards simultaneously. The misalignment that Leoni had originally noticed was forcibly smoothed out.

When the arrow passed through, there was no crack left.

The gray-white arrow shadows quickly faded and disappeared into the air.

Prism Shadow scoffed. "You're not qualified to tear open this crack!"

Leoni's arm fell to his side.

This arrow had exhausted a great deal of his strength, and his face had turned pale.

Prism Shadow gave everyone no chance to catch their breath. She raised her hand and summoned, and the spatial light on Shadow Su Ming's body suddenly surged.

"Space·Chaotic Blades"

The dense spatial blades exploded outwards from its center, tearing in all directions.

Su Ming activated his "Silent Vision" to its fullest extent.

He corrupted several energy nodes in succession, but this time the shadow erupted too quickly, and he couldn't stop it all.

"Retreat!"

Su Ming said in a low voice.

Zhapulai had just become entangled with the Immortal Spirit Prism Shadow and hadn't had time to create distance before being caught in the Space · Chaotic Blades.

He held his twin swords in a cross pattern in front of him, but several spatial blades still slashed past his ribs, cutting through his leather armor and flesh. Blood spurted out.

Zhapulai grunted, used the momentum to back away, and only stopped when he crashed into a broken tree.

Zijin switched back to wind-elemental power and, together with Su Ming, pressed down on Shadow Su Ming, sealing off his movements.

The "Amethyst Storage Rings" on her wrist emitted light, constantly replenishing her Magic Power.

****

Leoni landed back on the ground, his boots shattering the mirror-like reflection and creating tiny ripples.

He was slightly out of breath and looked up at Prism Shadow.

The shadow beneath their feet changed at that moment.

Shadow Leoni suddenly aged several decades, his forehead etched with the marks of time, and his eyes filled with the wisdom of a long war.

"It's my problem."

Leoni spoke up.

"Atiya's technique is powerful; it's just that my strength wasn't enough to kill you." He glanced down at his hand, a sense of relief in his voice.

"But I really did it."

Leoni smiled.

"In two years, I crawled back from severe injuries and surpassed my former self!"

"No regrets!"

A chill ran through Prism Shadow; she hated that expression and attitude.

"No regrets?"

"Then die!"

The mirror-like light condensed in the Prism Shadow palm; she prepared to crush Leoni directly.

There was no one else around who could help him!

But Leoni snapped his fingers.

Prism Shadow's body stiffened, unable to move. Grayish-white marks appeared, locking the boundary between her and reality that had just been forcibly merged.

Prism Shadow's voice was shrill.

What did you do?!

Leoni walked toward her.

"Did you really think that arrow left nothing behind?"

"It's just... a tiny scratch."

Prism Shadow roared, forcefully tearing at the restraints of the grayish-white marks, shaking them off repeatedly.

"Just a death throes!"

Leoni reached out his hand as he approached.

"I only said that my strength is insufficient."

His old shadow at his feet also made the same movement.

"But the power of my other self is enough!"

"Another you?" A chill Prism Shadow's spine.

She suddenly lowered her head.

The man's face reflected in the Mirror Domain was old.

What's strange is the look in his eyes; it's the kind of gaze only a strong person who has crossed the threshold and understood the essence of higher-level combat can possess.

Prism Shadow finally lost its voice.

"Is this... your shadow from decades later?"

She couldn't understand the current situation.

"My reflection field does not have the ability to reflect the future!"

No.

Leoni stopped in front of Prism Shadow.

He raised his head. At that moment, the look in his eyes was exactly the same as the aged reflection in the mirror.

The youthful face and the aged shadow overlapped, like two souls from different periods of time, opening their eyes at the same time.

"This is my shadow now!"

Prism Shadow was greatly alarmed.

No, this is definitely not the Leoni from before.

"Who are you!"

Leoni approached Prism Shadow, lowered his voice, and said calmly:

"Miss Fairy, this is our second time fighting."

Prism Shadow's pupils contracted sharply.

Leoni smiled slightly.

Let's get to know each other again.

"Twilight of the Gods Team, Qilin Group, Leoni!" The next moment, Leoni stretched out his hand.

On the gaps in the concept where the Prism Shadow was pinned down, more dense, gray-white cracks emerged.

"Trace Shadows - Shattered Life!"

There were no dramatic lights or shadows; a flash of grayish-white light passed by, like a wisp of smoke rising.

Prism Shadow let out a scream.

Her very essence was forcibly torn from this world!

The six-winged Prism Shadow trembled violently, its translucent body flickered, and its outline began to collapse.

****

All around, the "Mirror Flower Reflection" domain shattered.

Spiderweb cracks appeared on the mirror-like ground, the afterimages shattering like ripples on water blown away by the wind. The forest scene reappeared after their curtain fell, a scene of devastation, with broken trees and branches scattered all over the ground.

Before Su Ming and Zijin, the shadowy Su Ming's movements slowed down.

Its body began to disintegrate from the edges, as if washed away by rain. Su Ming quickly turned around.

In the center of the light and shadow, Leoni turned around, smiled at the crowd, and collapsed to the ground.

Su Ming's pupils contracted.

The weariness in that look is not the Leoni of before!

What shocked him even more was that he saw Leoni's soul shatter.

It wasn't a normal departure of the soul from the body; it was as if traces of something that shouldn't have existed there had been erased.

Su Ming stretched out his hand, unleashing the power of a necromancer, but he was completely unable to capture Leoni's soul.

The latter dissipated without warning.

They did not fall into the realm of the dead, nor did they leave behind any lingering echoes that could be recalled.

Su Ming's hand froze in mid-air.

"Leoni...?"

**** "Just some mere animal feed!"

Prism Shadow's voice was no longer as composed as before; it was sharp, like the shattered glass around it.

She couldn't accept it.

I am a noble celestial being, a celestial being from the higher Destiny Level of Eden.

An existence that looks down upon this low-magic world.

To think we were defeated by a bunch of inferior creatures!

The red light in Prism Shadow's eyes tore apart, and light burst forth from the cracks in its semi-transparent body.

Jinxiu anxiously issued a warning:

"Oh no, she's going to self-destruct!"

The fairy's self-destruction was not a real explosion, but rather a sacrifice of melting itself to extract all its power to unleash a spell.

Zijin forced herself to turn around, preparing to suppress Prism Shadow.

But in Su Ming's Silent Vision, he saw the rampaging mirror light power all surging towards the shadowy Su Ming! "Damn it, it's this way!" he hurriedly warned.

The disintegrating shadow of Su Ming was suddenly paused.

Large, misaligned cracks appeared around Shadow Su Ming.

"Space, Chaotic Blades, Torrential Rain!"

Countless transparent blades of light poured down upon the Zijin.

The Zijin had no way to avoid it.

Magical barriers unfolded one after another in front of her, only to be shattered in an instant.

Transparent, chaotic blades slashed at her, tearing through her defenses and drawing large amounts of blood. The girl was instantly severely injured.

"Zijin!"

Su Ming exclaimed in surprise and suddenly appeared in front of Zijin.

With a flick of the whip, spatial Magic Power exploded along its shaft, crashing into the energy nodes of the spatial blades.

The forces of the same origin clashed with each other. Spatial blades trembled and disintegrated before Su Ming.

This time, however, the number of chaotic blades was far greater, and their intensity far exceeded that of before.

With each piece he eliminated, his own Magic Power circuits felt a stinging pain, like being pricked by needles.

Su Ming gritted his teeth and pushed outwards with both hands.

An interference field unfolded, Space · Chaotic Blades collided, blasting out a large area of silent, cracking light.

"Thank you all for teaching me for so long!" His voice was strained, yet it carried a fierce intensity.

It's rare that the enemy has brought the ability to use spatial powers.

Throughout this battle, he has been continuously learning!

"Have you forgotten that I am the original body?!" Su Ming roared.

As the confrontation continued, Su Ming's understanding changed again. The spatial interference field became stable, and it actually blocked all the chaotic blades.

Its Prism Shadow body was covered with more and more shattered mirror patterns.

She was extremely unwilling and couldn't understand why these inferior beings were so difficult to kill!

****

A rose-colored figure appeared behind Shadow Su Ming; it was Yise.

She had already discarded the damaged sword-fighting suit.

She drew her umbrella-shaped sword, and rose patterns lit up on her magical long dress, with compressed Magic Power clinging to the blade.

Then he slashed down with his sword.

The already near-collapsed mirror image cracked, and the spatial power, no longer restrained, dissipated.

The distant Prism Shadow emitted a final shriek before its tattered body vanished.

Yise felt a sense of relief and was about to celebrate his victory.

But the next moment, the surrounding fragmented spatial energy suddenly collapsed inward.

A dark crack formed in front of Yise, expanding in the blink of an eye into a rotating spatial black hole.

"Die...!" Prism Shadow's venomous lingering thoughts echoed. The surrounding soil and broken branches were swept up by the suction force and dragged towards the center of the crack.

The Rose Set's defenses on Yise had just lit up when they were torn apart by the distorted space.

She was sucked into the black hole.

Su Ming was also within range. He waved his hand to push Zijin to a safe position and then stretched out his long whip to wrap around Yise's waist.

He intended to pull the person back, but the suction force of the spatial rift far exceeded his expectations. The whip tightened, and two deep furrows were dragged into the ground beneath Su Ming's feet.

Seeing this, Zhapulai and Jielusi immediately came to help.

But in the next instant, the crack suddenly widened and then collapsed.

Su Ming had no time to react; he only felt the space in front of him flip and be swept into darkness along with Yise.

The spatial rift closed and disappeared.

On the battlefield, only vast stretches of ravaged forest remained.

****

Everyone was stunned by the scene. Zijin had already fainted. The wounds left by the Space · Chaotic Blades on her body were extremely deep, and blood was constantly seeping out along her arms and waist.

People from the surrounding area rushed over.

Taiye, accompanied by several High Rank fairies, landed beside Zijin. Green life radiance spread out, and tiny vines sprouted from the ground, supporting Zijin's body and beginning to stop her bleeding and stitch her wounds.

Zhifo went directly to the spot where the crack disappeared.

Her small hands moved rapidly through the air, unfurling dozens of temporary symbols to capture the residual spatial vibrations.

Zhifo quickly made a judgment.

"The Prism Shadow eventually connected to the passage they came from, pulling Su Ming and Yise into it."

Zhapulai walked over, clutching the wound under his ribs.

Where did they go?

"I don't know the specifics yet," Zhifo replied. "Spatial channels are extremely complex."

"However, with Su Ming's strength, he certainly won't be strangled to death."

She added another sentence. Zhapulai's expression remained solemn upon hearing this.

Are you sure?

If we lose Su Ming, today's battle will be the greatest victory the Plundering Clock has achieved in Taya in recent times!

Zhifo turned and glanced at the Zijin.

The Taiye treatment has been effective, and the Zijin's condition is gradually stabilizing.

She breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"They're definitely still alive."

Zhifo pointed to the Zijin.

"Su Ming and Bay Owl have a lot of ties; it's impossible for one of them to die while the other remains unharmed."

Hearing this, everyone felt somewhat better.

****

Despite their lingering worries, everyone began cleaning up the battlefield. They treated the wounded, checked the list of the dead, and dragged the still-functioning mechs of the Magic Mechanical Hound toward the repair camp.

The Zhifo organization's array masters continued analyzing the remaining cracks.

She worked with Chloe on the main team to reconstruct what had just happened.

The satellite control center on Earth is coordinating all available resources to track spatial fluctuations and search for anomalies across the vast area of Taya.

A lot of data was captured this time, but no one is happy about it.

"They must have been teleported away," Chloe judged first. "At this intensity, they're still within the plane."

A soft "ding" sounded.

Jielusi and Ruixiuli almost simultaneously pulled out their phones, and a message from Su Ming popped up on the screen.

"I'm still alive. My location is a bit complicated. I'll contact you later."

The good news spread, and the tense atmosphere in the room suddenly eased.

Many members of the Final Bone Mad Machines collapsed to the ground, some letting out a long sigh of relief.

Jielusi closed her eyes, her tense shoulders finally slumping. "It's good that you're alive," Ruixiuli said.

Zhapulai walked over to Leoni.

He knelt down and tidied up Leoni's body, laying him flat on a relatively clean patch of grass.

Leoni's expression was calm, with even a lingering trace of a smile.

Zhapulai reached out and straightened his clothes.

Ruixiuli walked over and placed Leoni's shattered dagger against Leoni's chest.

The longbow should have been there too, but it wasn't found; it must have been caught in the spatial rift as well.

"What's wrong with this guy's soul?" Zhapulai frowned. "I owe him an uncle."

Ruixiuli shook his head in silence.

****

In Silver Moon Forest, in the Aise Holy Land.

The enormous sacred tree was enveloped in light. Its surface was covered with veins like moon patterns. Its crown stretched out in all directions, but the edges of its branches and leaves showed signs of withering.

Countless tiny sparks of light are converging from afar.

They leaped over the shadows of the trees, like fireflies returning to their nests, and plunged into the pool of light in front of the sacred tree.

A faint, ethereal image of a unicorn slowly emerged from it.

Qiluomilan's eyes were tightly closed, her white body almost transparent.

The wounds on his body, torn open by the Space · Chaotic Blades, transformed into streaks of light.

The power of the "Forest Return Contract" pulled her back from the brink of death.

Next, under the protection of the sacred tree, Qiluomilan needs to repair her body and soul.

This recovery process will last for several months, or even longer.

Queen Ghostly Flower arrived at the tree.

She gazed at the sleeping Qiluomilan, remaining silent for a long time.

The wind ruffled her mane and stirred the sacred tree's leaves, which were beginning to turn yellow. The Ghostly Flower gently caressed the trunk.

As the vessel of the "Forest Return Contract," this sacred tree bore the cost of Qiluo's death. When Qiluo awakens again, it will also exhaust its last bit of life force.

This is not an acceptable loss for Silver Moon Forest.

However, for this game of chess involving the survival of civilization, Qiluomilan is far too important.

Ghostly Flower looked up at the sky, where a long, empty river appeared and disappeared.

"A path that comes at such a huge cost."

Why is it the only hope for victory?

She sighed softly, then her eyes sharpened.

"Jörmungandr, since you have ordained our death, then this time you must make sure your arrival is a grand one—"

"Then offer your neck for slaughter!"