Life Copy Game

The light that filled the sky and the earth slowly faded and finally disappeared into the dim buildings around it.

But even so, those faint dissipated lights still illuminate everything around, making the whole world seem to be wrapped in light.

The blurry purple figure stood at the edge of the building covered with light. He tried to break through the light around him, but he only felt an invisible hand pulling him. No matter how hard he tried, he could not break free from the grip.

But even so, under the pull of that huge force, he still "moved" his "steps".

This is just a spiritual space, there is no concept of distance. As long as he wants, he can leave this area in an instant.

He knew very well that Howe's state of consciousness was not stable. No matter what method Howe used to fix his "humanity", now was his most vulnerable time.

Judging from Howe's condition, those 'anchor points' couldn't be very strong.

And he does not just have his own will.

It doesn't mean that just by fixing his human nature, Heo can be fully promoted to an angel.

This time, it was never a normal 'promotion'.

The huge power that He Ao is trying to integrate is not 'ownerless'.

This spreading deep sea, surging pollution, and angelic power are his power in itself.

The power he can control is still far stronger than He Ao. He only needs to mobilize the power to continuously attack He Ao.

And the external forces that He Ao could borrow had already been isolated by him.

As long as he tears up the fateful connection between Howe and those anchor points, the ending will still return to the path he has drawn.

The fate he "arranges" will never go wrong.

He stared at Howe's glowing body, the purple figure pulling at him, his figure flashing violently, "I'll come back for you."

Then, his body suddenly disappeared under the cover of this light.

The next second, he opened his eyes and looked around.

The hazy light still covered the earth, and the surrounding scenery had not changed at all.

He still stood there.

"Oh, you're back pretty soon?"

Opposite him, a faint light was collapsing and converging along He Ao's body, revealing a blurry face. He Ao was looking at him with this blurry face and said with a slight smile.

The purple figure was slightly stunned. He stared at He Ao. Vaguely, he felt that his body was also "collapsing" to some extent, shrinking into a solid entity.

The 'rules' of this area have begun to affect him.

He raised his head and looked around, and his figure disappeared again.

Then the next second, his body appeared at the same place again.

After flashing like this several times, his body became more solid and took on the shape of a human.

This time, he didn't try to disappear.

He raised his head and glanced at the hazy light around him. Faintly, he saw some orange-gray light in it.

He lowered his head and looked at He Ao, "You borrowed the power of your angel-level item? In your current state, you can't control your body at all. Your perception and connection have been cut off by me. How can you borrow the power of the angel-level item?

"Well, these powers have already seeped into your soul?"

His brows knitted slightly. "But with just this little bit of power seeping in, it's impossible to 'imprison' my consciousness here."

“Nothing is impossible in this world.”

At this moment, the light on Heo's body had completely subsided, revealing the shape of a human. He stared at the purple figure and slowly spread his arms.

At this time, the purple figure finally realized something. He raised his head and looked around at the ruins of the city in the glow. "Is it your tyrannical-level extraordinary item that can imprison the power of 'Destiny'?"

As he spoke, his body 'actively' solidified and transformed into the purple-eyed young man who looked exactly like He Ao.

At this moment, he was silent for a moment, staring at He Ao, whose body was almost completely solidified, "At the last moment, you directly wrapped its power around me, and then entered your body with me.

"Because these powers are not in you, and the mystical connection is not attached to you, so you must wait until I show up and find my main consciousness, and then use the remaining power of the Eye of Truth that you can control to forcibly activate the power of the thing that follows me?"

He glanced at the ruins in the surrounding light, "This 'consciousness space' is actually constructed by you with the power of that thing as the core, combined with the spirit you control?

"You don't have control over that thing. When all connections are cut off, the power of that thing is indiscriminate."

His words fell into a brief silence again, then he raised his head and looked at Howe, "You are crazier than I thought."

The power of the 'cage' is indiscriminate.

In other words, it wasn't just him who was 'imprisoned' here, but also He Ao.

He couldn't leave here, and He Ao couldn't leave here either.

The method to leave here is simple, that is to summon the power of the "deep sea" outside, reconnect with the extraordinary item, take back the power, and release the cage.

However, only the 'master' of the fate-trapping disk can control that item.

Now He Ao is the owner of the Fate-Trapping Disk, but his connection with the outside world has been completely cut off and blocked, so he cannot affect the Fate-Trapping Disk.

If the purple-eyed young man wants to control the life-trapping disk outside, he must kill He Ao and completely "replace" him in mysticism to become the "master" of the life-trapping disk.

Or he could completely take control of his entire body and use the strength of his entire body to see if he could forcibly tear open the "cage". This plan also required killing He Ao, who had already fixed part of his humanity and regained some control over his body and strength.

Similarly, He Ao only has these two choices to leave this cage.

Kill the young man with purple eyes, break the blockade, directly control the life-trapping disk to unlock the cage, or kill the young man with purple eyes, completely gain control of the body, and forcibly tear open the cage.

Even with the power they both controlled, it was not enough to tear open the cage that could "imprison fate".

Simply put, this is an 'octagonal platform' from which only one person can leave alive.

"It seems that you have completely understood it." He Ao looked at the purple-eyed young man with a smile and said, "Thank you for the compliment."

Looking at the gentle and natural smile on the opposite side, the young man with purple eyes couldn't tell for a moment whether he was the crazy extraordinary item or the other party was the crazy extraordinary item.

Howe's 'arrangement' was indeed beyond his expectations.

He had never imagined that Howe would be so cruel as to allow the tyrant-level power that he could not fully control to easily enter his soul and body - a B-level, mortal soul and body.

If this power leaked out a little bit, or showed signs of getting out of control, Heo's body would burst in an instant.

No, if he had not forcibly started the "fusion" and "promotion" with He Ao in order to "replace" He Ao, causing this body to undergo a qualitative transformation, He Ao would have been dead now.

However, this "suicidal" operation did create an opportunity for He Ao, an opportunity where he could control little power but could, to a certain extent, have a fair "fight" with him.

The power that can penetrate into this closed "cage" is limited, whether it is him or He Ao.

This means that the power gap between the two people here is not particularly large.

On this 'octagonal stage', He Ao truly had the possibility of having a fair fight with him.

He never thought that after blocking all of He Ao's means and powers and forcing the other party to walk on the dead end he arranged, He Ao could still launch such a brilliant "counterattack" in such a desperate environment.

The purple-eyed young man raised his head, looked at He Ao, and said hoarsely, "Since I was born, I have experienced countless years and seen countless outstanding spiritual beings. Among them, there are those who can control angel-level items and ancient tyrants, but you are the only one who can make it this far as a mortal."

He never thought that strength was a very important thing. Even the most powerful person would still be manipulated by fate.

So even if Howe displayed angel-level extraordinary items, tyrant-level extraordinary items, and extraordinary secrets, he still looked down on this mortal.

As long as he wanted, he could easily force He Ao into a desperate situation and easily control his fate.

In fact, he did it.

Fate will lay all the groundwork and ensure that the story eventually goes in the direction it has arranged.

Even if Howe completed the ritual and anchored humanity, it was just a small episode for him.

He still had enough planning and calmness to make the story end in the direction he had arranged.

But now, at this moment, he knew that the "fate" in his hands had "got out of control".

The mortal in front of him did indeed walk onto the stage he had written as he had arranged, but the other party also pulled him in from behind the stage and made him stand on this stage as well.

And the other party is just a mortal.

"I admit that you are very smart and capable," he looked at He Ao, his body completely solidified, and then he moved his body, "but it is impossible for you to defeat me."

The surrounding was filled with light, and surging power was continuously pouring into the body of the purple-eyed young man.

The force that can be squeezed into this "cage" is indeed limited, but the strength he has outside the cage is far greater than that of He Ao. He can keep squeezing in strength until He Ao is completely exhausted.

He raised his hand, took a step forward, and raised his head calmly, "Mortal, I admit that you have my respect. I will keep your memory for a long time. After killing you, I will still leave your name so that people will remember you."

He raised his fist. "Thank you for my mercy, stupid—"

Bang--

A loud crash exploded in the ruins shrouded in glory.

boom--

Then, accompanied by a loud bang, the figure with purple light crashed into the building on the ground, completely smashing the collapsed building, and purple blood flowed from his face.

He raised his head, spitting out a few teeth, and looked at He Ao in shock, who had punched him away, "Why are you so strong?"

"Why?"

He Ao looked at him suspiciously, lifted his sleeves, and walked towards him step by step. "Why do you think your fighting skills can compare with mine? You hide in the dark like a mouse to modify other people's memories and 'arrange' other people's fate?"

"impossible!"

The purple-eyed young man stood up, and a bright light spread out from his body, gathering into a set of purple armor.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed a huge rock next to him, and smashed it towards He Ao.

Howe raised his fist.

boom--

The massive boulder shattered into pieces as a blood-stained fist smashed into the purple-eyed young man's chest armor.

Bang--

The seemingly sturdy armor was dented in an instant, and the purple-eyed young man flew backwards again and hit a towering wall behind him.

"Cough——" He struggled to free himself, raised his head and looked at He Ao.

"Don't you think this place is familiar?"

He Ao's body passed through the smoke and dust, and before he spoke, he slowly asked.

This question made the purple-eyed young man slightly stunned. He raised his head and looked behind him.

It seemed to be a collapsed obelisk. He turned his gaze and looked at the surrounding ruins. Vaguely, he seemed to recall something, "Is this... the City of Glory?"

"Yeah," He Ao walked up to him and looked at him, "Guess why I chose this place as the battlefield?"

The young man with purple eyes did not answer He Ao. He looked at He Ao approaching, raised his hand, and hit He Ao directly on the cheek.

puff--

His fist was directly caught by He Ao's palm, and then he swung it back and smashed it to the ground.

boom--

The earth was directly smashed by this huge force, splashing out countless pieces of gravel.

He Ao turned around, looked down at the purple-eyed young man in the smoke and dust, and slowly leaned down. "A mutual friend of ours asked me to bring you a message,"

"you--"

The young man with purple eyes opened his mouth and was about to say something when he saw a palm quickly enlarged in his field of vision and covered his entire cheek.

The slender fingers tensed instantly, the five fingers bent, and grasped his head tightly.

Vaguely, he only saw the young man's calm face and the bulging blue veins on his arms.

Before he could react, the hand had already grabbed his head, pinched his face like a garbage bag, and lifted him up.

Then smash it down with all your strength.

"'Fuck you!'"

boom--

The world under this glory seemed to tremble violently at this moment.

The head covered in purple blood smashed directly through the floor full of light, smashed through the foundation under the floor, and was smashed into the ground like an upside-down onion.