The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

Rich ink flowed from the tip of the brush, first outlining the shape, then the facial features, and then the folds of the clothes and the details of the hair.

It only lasted two or three seconds.

A person exactly like Santai appeared in mid-air, made of ink.

The inky reflection, the curve of the corners of the mouth, was exactly the same as that of the three people in the video.

She slowly opened her eyes, her pupils, purely black and devoid of any human emotion, fixed on the crumbling coffin on the ground.

As Chen Guan looked at the three platforms floating in mid-air, his heart sank deeper and deeper.

The figure, rendered in ink wash style, floated silently in mid-air.

The only difference between her and Santai is probably her eyes. The ink-wash figure's eyes are pure black, looking like the eyes of a paper doll, which is rather frightening.

Chen Guan leaned on his sickle, each rise and fall of his chest feeling like it was being scorched by fire, causing excruciating pain in his lungs.

The strength he had borrowed from his left arm was receding like a tide, leaving behind a hollowed-out weakness and a feeling of being torn apart. His body had indeed reached its limit.

"Don't look at me, kid, I can't help you either." Baal's voice echoed in his mind. This time, even He was powerless to help.

Chen Guan's body was too weak to withstand his own power.

Unless you deduct a number, Baal can only serve as a commentator.

On the other side, Long Ao couldn't stand it anymore.

"We can't just stand by and watch."

An Changqing grabbed him, shook his head, and said with an unprecedentedly serious expression, "If we rush up, we'll only be giving her a couple more toys."

That was a battle from a different dimension.

"That's still better than standing here as a piece of trash."

Long Ao shook off his hand, his eyes filled with a resolute determination: "I don't care who she is. If she wants to mess with my friend, she'll have to face me first."

Before he could finish speaking, he stomped his foot on the ground.

boom.

He stepped into the concrete of the tunnel, creating a shallow pit. His entire body transformed into a golden streak of light. Without any fancy moves, a simple, unadorned straight punch, carrying an unparalleled momentum, slammed towards the flank of the three platforms.

Catch the thief first to catch the king.

An Changqing sighed. Reason told him to stop, but his hands didn't hesitate at all, and he immediately joined the team fight.

The moment Long Ao rushed out, the longsword in his hand also moved. The sword light wove a large net in the dim light, sealing off all the directions from which the three platforms could dodge.

The stars twinkled, sword energy crisscrossed, and the two worked together with perfect coordination.

However, faced with this pincer attack that would have thrown any sixth-tier expert into a panic, San Tai merely scoffed.

Just as Long Ao's fist was about to strike, his body seemed boneless, bending backward at an incredible angle, and he slid out through the gaps in the fist wind and sword net like flowing water.

"I told you, don't come and cause trouble."

Her voice, like a ghost, rang in Long Ao's ears.

Long Ao's pupils contracted, and before he could react, he felt a numbness in his back.

It was a light, gentle palm strike, but it landed precisely on a major acupoint on his back.

A strange numbness instantly spread across half of his body. His surging blood and qi seemed to have hit a wall and were cut off on the spot. He instantly lost sensation on the right side of his body.

Long Ao groaned and staggered forward, but was caught by An Changqing who arrived just in time.

With just one move, he crippled half of Long Ao's fighting power.

An Changqing supported Long Ao, looking at the woman who didn't even bother to turn her head, feeling utterly powerless.

The moment the three of them shifted their attention from him to Long Ao and An Changqing.

Chen Guan looked at the perfect ink-wash reflection in mid-air, and an invisible wave quietly spread out from him.

Void Weaving Clothes, activated.

In mid-air, the ink-wash three-stage figure, which was preparing to attack, suddenly stopped.

Its body began to flicker as if it were a faulty signal, and countless fine cracks appeared on its perfect outline.

"Um?"

San Tai noticed something was wrong and finally turned around.

What the heck?

She could feel that her connection with that ink-wash clone had been forcibly severed by an unreasonable force.

To everyone's astonishment, the arrogant ink-wash reflection, without even uttering a mournful cry, transformed into countless ink dots, completely dissipating into the air without leaving a trace.

It's as if it never existed.

[Holy crap?!]

【What just happened? Am I seeing things?】

[It was over in seconds? Just like that? What did Coffin Bro use? Why weren't there any special effects? Thumbs down, are they broke?]

The tunnel was deathly silent.

An Changqing supported Long Ao, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Long Ao forgot about the numbness on half of his body and stared blankly at the scene, unable to process what was happening.

San Tai looked at his own hands, then at Chen Guan, his beautiful eyes filled with a hint of existential doubt.

Her ink-wash style clones have been defeated before, but what about the special effects?

You just stood there and glanced at me, and then you inexplicably and instantly killed me?

The expressions on San Tai's face were as if he had seen a ghost. Being instantly killed is not scary, but being inexplicably killed is scary.

In the silence, Chen Guan stood up from the ground.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his numb right hand.

"What a coincidence."

His voice carried clearly to every corner of the tunnel.

"I'm not a close-combat fighter either."

Upon hearing this, Santai was first taken aback, then laughed—a laugh of anger.

These are her lines! Hers!

"It seems ranged attacks are useless against you."

Her right hand reached out and grabbed at the air in front of her.

In the air, countless points of light converged and condensed into a completely transparent crystal dagger, which appeared in her palm.

This time she was much more cautious, afraid of getting stuck with that strange fire, so she changed her weapon.

"Then you should be more serious, sister."

The moment the words left his mouth, San Tai's figure vanished.

Chen Guan's pupils contracted, and before he could react, the chilling killing intent was already pressed against his face.

Relying entirely on his fighting instincts, he held the massive scythe horizontally across his chest.

clang!

A piercing metallic clang rang out.

A force as powerful as a landslide or tsunami came from the sickle, and Chen Guan's hands, which were gripping the knife, went numb instantly. He was pushed backward by the immense force, and his feet plowed two deep furrows in the cement ground.

Before he could regain his footing, the second and third strikes came in quick succession.

clang!clang!clang!

The sounds of rapid impacts blended together, and sparks flew everywhere in the tunnel.

The three attacks were devoid of any fancy moves; each strike was a simple stab, chop, or parry, yet the speed was astonishing, transforming into a blur of blade light that completely enveloped the coffin.

There's no mechanism, it's all just numbers!

Chen Guan gritted his teeth and pushed his mental power to the limit to barely catch the fatal trajectory, wielding his scythe to block it in a sorry state.

He was like someone teetering on the brink of collapse amidst a storm of blades, on the verge of being torn apart at any moment.

No, it's too close...

The narrow terrain, coupled with the close proximity of the three platforms to him, prevented Chen Guan from flying a kite as he had when facing Gao Yan in Yunlan City.

Leopard's abilities are useless in this confined space; they can only be used to store the coffin. Chen Guan can only rely on himself now.