The person was chanting a curse, but their hands were wielding the black magic.

Blood mixed with fragments of internal organs kept gushing from the cracked spout of the sieve.

It dripped onto the menacing, drifting clouds that pierced through his chest.

The one eye had already dimmed considerably.

The immense magical power dissipated rapidly as blood and life were lost.

The mangled body seemed about to completely disintegrate and turn into dust of cursed power in the next second.

"The outcome is already decided..."

Even Fu Hei, who was watching from afar, almost felt that this extremely fierce battle should be considered over.

however.

In that fleeting moment when consciousness was fading and death was within reach.

The single eye of the water clock, which was only left with a dim flame, burst forth with an unprecedentedly bright light!

It doesn't seem like a last gasp before death; it was premeditated!

"The Ultimate Number!"

The technique involved forcefully squeezing the contents out of the spout of the sieve.

"fall from the sky!"

boom!

The movement did not originate from the water clock itself, nor from the sky.

It comes from beneath your feet.

The earth suddenly arched upwards and exploded!

"The attack came from underground?!"

Upon seeing this, Fu Hei was also greatly shocked.

The terrifying shockwave spread outwards in a ring, instantly tearing apart the remaining flames and thick smoke.

Deep within that bottomless cave.

A massive meteorite with magma flowing on its surface, defying the laws of gravity, carrying an intense heat capable of crushing everything.

It surges upwards, bursting forth from the earth with unstoppable force!

"What?!"

Fu Hei's pupils contracted sharply as he realized something, his gaze sweeping rapidly across the battlefield!

He then realized that it all started from that seemingly desperate attack where he used wild flames to try and force out Shen Er.

Each strike of the water clock's flame, seemingly missing its mark or even hitting its target, actually lands in a surprisingly precise manner—

Near those underground entrances that lead to the underground station, which are already half-collapsed!

Those high-temperature magma and flames were not in vain.

Instead, it flowed silently through the cracks in the broken stairs into the spacious underground platform space below, where the fluctuations of magical energy could be easily concealed!

He discovered that he was no match for the enemy in close combat.

Fire spells are countered by speed.

From the moment the sound wave shikigami was broken through by self-harm.

The water clock was already preparing for this final, extreme moment!

Fu Hei was horrified.

The process of truly accumulating and consolidating power is completely hidden deep underground.

They used the station structure to isolate themselves from reality, and used their apparent distress and desperate situation as a disguise.

They were waiting for Shen to get close again.

A meteorite is flying backwards!!!

The moment it broke through the ground, it locked onto the two people locked in a fierce struggle on the ground.

"Don't even think about escaping!"

The water clock tilted forward again, crashing into the drifting clouds, its chest piercing straight into Shen Er's muscular arm, thus restricting the opponent's movements.

Use the body and bones to hold the tyrant in place and drag him into the sea of ​​fire.

"Using the physical body as a cage, and the shared source of magical power to reduce damage, to devour the Extreme Together?!"

This person... his spell spirit is no less powerful than mine!

The thought flashed through Fuhei's mind subconsciously, but was immediately overwhelmed by an even stronger shock and doubt.

Can the heavens and the tyrant escape this imminent, unavoidable blow of destruction?!

The pale light of the meteorite swallowed everything in sight.

……

……

Dead silence.

It was as if a long, silent century had passed.

Fu Hei struggled to his feet from the collapsed ruins, ignoring the dust, and hurriedly looked toward the center of the battlefield.

At the site of the meteorite impact, in the center of the lava crater, only one figure stood.

It's a water clock.

His single eye was dim, and the huge, piercing wound on his chest was hideous and terrifying. The fluctuations of his cursed power were as weak as a flickering candle.

But in its hand, it was clearly clutching a piece of Youyun, still attached to part of its forearm!

It's Shen Er's severed arm!

"Hey kid, here we come!"

The Jikbi man frowned, his body tensed like a bow, and his incantation began to flow.

Although it was clear that the water clock was at its last gasp, the final counterattack of the top-tier cursed spirit was still fatal.

"Take a look at the cross-section of the arm."

Fuhei spoke calmly, then summoned Nue from the shadows again and flew to a high-rise building at the edge of the battlefield.

The old man's eyes suddenly narrowed.

The cross-section is too flat.

It doesn't look like it was burned irregularly by an explosion or flames.

It was more like being precisely severed in an instant by some extremely sharp object.

call out!

The sound of wind cutting through the air came from the shadow of a half-collapsed building to the side and behind!

The shirtless figure reappeared, landing steadily on the sloping steel beam not far away.

It was Fuhe Shen'er.

He lost his entire right arm, and there was a clean, neat incision on his right shoulder, from which blood slowly dripped.

In his remaining left hand, he tightly gripped the two remaining sections of Youyun's staff.

His face remained expressionless, his pure black eyes fixed on the leaky pot in the pit, as if losing an arm was a trivial loss.

"Did they just abandon their right arm?"

The Naobi people sneered.

At the moment of the meteorite explosion, it decisively severed one of its remaining arms with the remaining clouds, broke free from its confinement, and escaped from the explosion's core.

What a ruthless and decisive wartime judgment! Truly befitting a tyrant and a ruler of heaven.

At this moment, he had even lost an arm and his weapon was damaged.

Louhu was critically injured and on the verge of death, his magical power nearly exhausted.

Both sides are now on the edge of a precipice.

However, for Louhu, his opponents also include Fushiguro and Naobi, who are always on the edge of the danger zone!

Want to expand into new areas?

No.

The water clock's single eye gleamed.

It's really not worth it to have to deal with the two experts in a circuit breaker-like manner after the field expands.

Furthermore, it was uncertain whether its own domain could completely contain this abnormality that lacked magical power and relied purely on the physical body.

Even so, the water clock was not given any more time to think.

With a swift movement, he disappeared once again into the shadows and behind broken walls of the complex ruins.

Even with only one arm, he still chose the guerrilla warfare he was best at, relying on the natural concealment of his ability to sense curse power due to his zero-curse power physique, to find the next, and last, fatal opportunity.

But this time, the water clock did not panic.

The water clock closed its single eye.

He simply held the flaming arrow he had gathered in his palm quietly, without moving it for a long time.

"Is it because their magical power is almost exhausted, so they dare not launch an excessive attack and can only strike precisely?"

Fu Hei had a guess in his mind.

The next moment, the water clock moved. It did not unleash a massive flame, but merely gathered the last bit of flame in its palm.

It was compressed into a highly concentrated arrow of fire, which shot silently towards a window at a tricky angle!

The flaming arrow pierced through the wall.

laugh!

The soft sound of flesh being burned through was followed by a very brief muffled groan.

A figure darted out from behind the window.

Landing on another broken wall was Fu Heishen'er, with a charred hole on the outside of his left shoulder, deep enough to expose the bone.

"How did he figure it out!"

The Naga people were also taken aback by this attack.

As someone who had actually interacted with Shen'er and even fought against him, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to pinpoint the location of Fuhei Shen'er without the power of curses.

"Thanks to you, I have grasped the core of magical power."

The water clock grinned maliciously, gathering another flame, letting Shen'er continue his guerrilla warfare within the building.

"I really...can't lock onto you."

A hoarse voice rang out, and the one-eyed man stared intently at the damaged Youyun in Shen'er's hand.

"But I can sense the magical power on your magical artifacts, thus pinpointing your location."

"Come on, choose."

The water clock raised its trembling arm, the last bit of flame leaping at its fingertips, pointing towards Shen'er.

"Drop this last burden, and use your body, devoid of any magical power, to unleash your painless punches and kicks."

"Or, hold it tight and wait to be burned to ashes by my flames."

In dire straits, Louhu finally found the weakness in dealing with Heaven and the Tyrant.

Heaven and tyrants are not entirely without trace.

As long as he still relies on the spell artifact, the fluctuations of the spell artifact will be the guide that tethers this beast.

Above the ruins, the wind howled.

Fuheishener stood silently against the broken wall, his pure black eyes undisturbed.

He glanced down at the two remaining fragments of the Wandering Cloud in his left hand.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the One-Eyed Floodlight, Fushiguro Megumi, Naobi, and indeed all consciousness on this battlefield—

Slowly tighten your five fingers.

Hold the remaining drifting clouds even more firmly.