I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Shen Youyao's mental power clashed fiercely with the six-winged angel in the void. Blood seeped from her nostrils, but her eyes were more ruthless than ever before.

Fu Wanqing and Fu Shiwei stood back to back, one using her palm and the other her knife, carving a bloody path through the angels.

Cecilia's magnetic field spread across the sky, suppressing dozens of angels simultaneously. Silvery-white arcs of electricity crackled around her, making her look like a Valkyrie emerging from a thunderstorm.

The powerful figures, soldiers, and all those still alive in the God-Making Project have all thrown themselves into this new war.

Battles raged everywhere—on the riverbanks, in the sky, and on the river itself.

Blood stained the river red, stained the sand red, and stained the eyes of everyone who was still alive red.

Elena stood in front of the black hole, watching all of this.

She did not make a move.

She simply stood there, her long silver hair fluttering in the wind.

Her golden pupils reflected firelight, bloodlight, and holy light.

Her face was expressionless.

But her fingers, inside the sleeves of her robe, clenched very, very lightly.

Elena made her move.

Her figure disappeared in front of the black hole.

When she reappeared, she was already standing in front of Gu Yan.

A golden spear appeared in her hand, its shaft shimmering with liquid holy light, like a river of light held in her grasp.

She thrust her spear forward, the tip tearing a golden crack in the air.

The crack spread out, as if it had cut a hole in the sky.

Gu Yan turned to the side, slashing upwards with the Demon-Slaying Blade, the blade colliding with the gun barrel.

The collision between two god-level beings caused the river surface to cave in for tens of meters due to the shockwave.

The ruins on both sides of the river were blown away by the blast wave, rolled into the sky like pieces of paper.

The river flowed backward, mud and sand filled the sky, and the whole world trembled.

"You're still too slow."

Elena's voice came from behind the gunshot, chillingly calm.

Gu Yan did not answer.

He swung his sword backhand, the blade flashing across the sky.

Elena parried with her gun, the light gun spinning in her hand, deflecting the blade's light.

The two clashed in the sky, each collision like a meteorite falling into the river.

Water jets shot skyward, and the earth trembled.

The clouds in the sky were scattered and gathered again by them, gathered and scattered again.

The seven-colored light intertwined with the golden holy light, dyeing the entire sky with vibrant colors.

The people on the riverbank all looked up, watching the two figures weaving through the clouds.

They couldn't see the moves clearly; they could only see two colors of light constantly colliding, tearing, and intertwining.

Gu Yan became increasingly anxious as she fought.

He knew he had to act quickly.

His stamina had been greatly depleted in the previous battles, while Elena was at her peak.

He can't delay.

He lunged forward, unleashing three consecutive strikes with his Demon-Slaying Blade, each strike heavier than the last.

The first strike landed on the gun, sending sparks flying.

The second strike landed on the tip of the spear, bending the light gun.

The third strike was aimed directly at Elena's face.

Elena's pupils contracted slightly, and she swept her spear horizontally, the butt of the spear striking Gu Yan's waist.

Gu Yan let out a muffled groan and was sent flying.

He flipped in the air, his feet pushing off the river surface, creating a deep crater, and used the momentum to propel himself back up.

They fought for a long time.

It went on until the sky went from bright to dark, and then from dark to bright again.

So long that all the other fighting on the riverbank had stopped, and everyone was looking up at them.

The two figures in the sky are like two suns that refuse to go out, colliding, separating, and colliding again above the clouds.

Gu Yan's military uniform was tattered beyond recognition, and her body was covered in wounds.

Elena's robe was torn in several places, and her long silver hair was stained with blood and ash.

But her breathing remained steady, like an unyielding mountain.

Gu Yan's breathing was erratic, and each swing of the knife was accompanied by excruciating pain that seemed to tear at her lungs.

In the end, Elena prevailed.

After a violent collision, Gu Yan was jolted back more than ten steps.

Cracks appeared on his demon-slaying sword, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

His hand was split open, and blood was flowing down the hilt of the knife.

Elena stood opposite him, her breathing still steady.

A very faint hint of hesitation flashed in her golden eyes.

She hesitated whether to press her advantage.

She knew that if she fired just one more shot, Gu Yan would truly be defeated.

But her hand remained still.

Just then, a figure blocked Gu Yan's path.

It is Pei Youyi.

She appeared out of nowhere, her clothes were tattered, and her face was frighteningly pale.

She had very little spiritual power left, but she still stood in front of Gu Yan, arms outstretched, like a wall built of flesh and blood.

Her back was ramrod straight, just as it had been every time she had stood in front of someone else throughout her life.

"Elena".

Her voice was soft, but every word reached Elena's ears steadily.

Elena looked at her.

Her gun tip was still pointed in Gu Yan's direction, but her hand didn't move.

"Get out of the way."

I don't want to hurt you.

Elena said.

Pei Youyi did not allow it.

She looked at Elena with a gentle yet firm gaze.

That tenderness was like a mother looking at a lost child.

"Elena".

"You've been studying human things for so long."

Do you know what love is?

Her voice was very soft, as if she were talking to a child.

"You love him."

"I know."

"The way you look at him is the same way he looks at us."

"You've read so many stories about love in books."

"You should understand that loving someone means not standing on the opposite side of them."

"You would want to stand by his side."

"You'll want to protect him."

"You'll want to be with him and face everything together."

Even if it's your people, even if it's your responsibility.

Love is not an either/or choice.

"Love is...you will do everything you can to keep both sides alive."

Elena's expression twisted in pain.

Her hands gripped the spear tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Her lips were trembling slightly.

"I know."

Her voice was a little hoarse.

"But I am also the king of a tribe."

"I have a responsibility."

"My people are dying too."

"My planet is dead."

"I cannot let any more of my people die."

"I can't give them up for my own feelings."

"You humans have your homes."

"I have my own home too."

My home is in a very, very far place.

"It's dead."

"I've brought them so far, I can't let them die here."

Do you understand?

Pei Youyi.

Do you understand the pain of a king?

Pei Youyi looked at her.

Her eyes held compassion, understanding, and an unwavering determination.

"I understand."

"I was once the head of the family."

"I know the weight of responsibility."

"But I also know that if Wang Lian'ai doesn't even dare to admit it, then what she's protecting will be lost sooner or later."

"Elena, you're so smart."

"You've learned so much."

"You should know better than anyone what is truly important."