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

The next strike will determine life or death.

Above the ruins, the wind howled mournfully.

Even with only one arm, he held the two remaining sections of the broken cloud.

His eyes were fixed on the distant, equally swaying, top-tier cursed spirit.

He lowered his body slightly, the remaining muscles in his left arm tightened again, the tip of the stick pointed out, and he assumed a fighting stance once more.

Head-to-head.

Even though he didn't choose to discard the locked cloud.

The ravaged body of the Heavenly Tyrant suddenly transformed into a blurry phantom that tore through the air!

The broken tip of the cloud pierced the scorching air, carrying a resolute determination to destroy everything, and went straight for the water clock's chest!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

At the very moment that Shen Er started, several thick walls of fire, constructed of flames, suddenly rose up from the front, sides, and even the top of his charging path without warning!

Flames surged and the intense heat distorted his vision, instantly forming a high wall of fire that completely separated him from the water clock!

"He lost his hearing."

The smug roar of the water clock came from behind the wall of fire.

"How are you going to find my true form amidst the flames and smoke?!"

Before the words were even finished, the entire area was transformed into a devastating inferno.

Each flame contains the final, squeezed-out power of the clepsydra. Although it is not at its peak, its pure destructive power and high temperature are still deadly.

Even in its final, desperate struggle, the sheer power of the near-death experience kept the Naobi and Fushiguro, who were watching from afar, on edge, completely unable to find a way to intervene in the storm of death.

We can only wait and see how Heaven and the tyrant break the deadlock.

Flames and thick smoke completely engulfed Shen'er's figure.

The sounds of explosions, burning, and collapsing buildings were all mixed together, and all that could be seen was a rolling fire.

However, right at the heart of this chaos, the figure could be clearly seen through the gaps in the flames occasionally parted by shockwaves.

Shen Er still maintained that thrusting starting stance.

With one knee slightly bent and one arm drawn back, the broken staff pointed forward like a javelin. He let the flames brush past him.

Despite the thick smoke and the impact of the explosion that made him sway slightly.

His posture was as steady as a rock.

Behind the wall of fire, the water clock, with its one eye, also stared intently at the churning flames.

As long as the attack is aimed at Youyun.

Regardless of whether it's a lucky hit or not, at least once the wandering clouds are lost, the physical body will no longer be able to threaten the water clock.

Through the gaps in the flames, the figure that had been as still as a sculpture moved.

Even so, he chose to thrust!

The afterimage and the flames collided with a deafening roar in the next moment!

boom!!!

The deafening roar was far more intense than any before!

A terrifying energy wave suddenly exploded, completely flattening, crushing, and vaporizing all remaining building structures within a radius of 100 meters!

A huge, charred crater, like a scar on the earth, suddenly appeared!

Smoke and embers of flame rose slowly.

Dead silence.

A suffocating silence enveloped this newly formed ruin.

In the center of the pit, smoke and dust slowly settled.

The first thing to be revealed was a section of charred metal remnant with only a few faint outlines of drifting clouds remaining.

It stood alone in the ground, emitting wisps of smoke.

It is a wandering cloud.

Beside the wreckage, a figure stood up unsteadily.

It's still a water clock.

"Hahaha……"

His laughter was hoarse and intermittent, yet filled with boundless joy.

The one-eyed man stared intently at the charred remains of the drifting cloud.

"It's...it's me...who won!!!"

Using himself as bait, he used his last strength to build a wall of fire, forcing the monster without magical power to break through!

Then, all the firepower was concentrated on the spell tool and poured out!

As a result, even the last of the magical artifacts was completely destroyed here!

however--

Just as this declaration of victory was uttered, before the joy could fully permeate the water clock's consciousness, which was on the verge of collapse.

One hand.

A blood-stained hand silently emerged from the shadows behind the water clock and gently rested on its cracked body.

The water clock's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped.

The one-eyed man suddenly turned around, his pupils contracting.

Then, it saw it.

He saw Fuheishen, who had somehow gotten close to him.

I saw his blank face, which was still expressionless, yet more unsettling than any ferocious expression.

But Heaven and the tyrant had nothing left in their hands.

To avoid the flames from the water clock, he had no choice but to drop his weapon.

"……snort"

"Pretentious!"

The water clock smiled.

"Youyun has been completely burned down, what will you use to harm me now!"

Pure physical attacks with zero magical power cannot be effective against cursed spirits.

The water clock, displaying the arrogant posture of a victor, recklessly emboldened Shen'er to launch another attack.

"Hey kid, it's our turn to go now."

The Gibi people quickly assessed the situation and realized that Shen, who was without magic tools, had already been defeated.

However, at this moment, Heaven and the tyrant raised a sinister, wicked smile.

Amidst the smile, a terrifying aura of cursed power surged forth once more.

Deep within his throat, a dark red, cold light of cursed power was slowly rising.

The outline of the throat was clearly visible, piercing through it.

Swallowing a sword.

Originating from ancient Eastern martial arts, this mysterious art utilizes superb physical control to conceal deadly weapons within the body.

The cloud-traveling body has three sections.

A section was torn off.

One section was burned.

The last remaining segment of the cloud was hidden in Shen'er's throat, and with Shen'er's renewed swing, it revealed its ferocious light!

The water clock instantly understood why it hadn't burned properly.

The tyrant left a remnant of a drifting cloud in place as bait, drawing all attention for his final counterattack.

The real, final section had already been swallowed by him in this illogical way.

He suppressed the fluctuations of his cursed power with his bare body, completely concealing his last trace.

All the charges, all the standoffs, all the self-sacrifice as bait to plunge into the inferno...

It's all for this zero-distance connection—

Pierce through!!!

A sharp blade pierced through flesh and blood.

That thorn in the throat, which held the last vestiges of Shen'er's will.

It was exhaled from his mouth and transformed into a black and red stream of deathly light.

With perfect precision, it pierced deeply into the water clock's eye, which reflected endless horror and bewilderment.

It pierces through the pupil and exits through the brain.

The broken body of the water clock suddenly stiffened.

The last glimmer of light in the one-eyed eye, like a punctured bubble, quickly dissipated and went out.

It opened its mouth as if to say something, but could only let out a hoarse, leaky sound.

The aura of a top-tier cursed spirit was like a flood bursting its banks.

From the pierced single eye, from the massive wound in his chest, from every crack in his body, it poured out wildly, turning into sparks and embers of curses scattered across the sky.

"Sizzle..."

Fuhesh slowly withdrew his arm, and also withdrew the weapon that had pierced the one-eyed man.

In his pure black eyes, there remained a void and silence that devoured everything.

The hunt, the end.

The cursed spirit was defeated by the pinnacle of physical skill.

……

……

"I'm stuffed."

In the shadowy corner of the ruins, Fu Hei, who had witnessed the earth-shattering attack with bated breath, slowly broke into an incredibly happy smile.

To be able to witness such an unimaginable showdown firsthand.

Fu Hei's sense of satisfaction and excitement at this moment is probably even greater than that of Shi Liulong, who is known for being well-fed.

However, that relaxed brow and the curve of the corners of the mouth couldn't even last for half a second.

"Uh...ha..."

A low groan came from the center of the battlefield.

In the reflection of everyone's constricted pupils, there was the cursed spirit that You Yun should have completely nailed to the ground.

With those pierced arms, he once again gripped the spiral spikes protruding from his brain.

"Oh my god..."

"An extra meal?!"