Why can't humans do it too?

“Interesting…this feeling,” Jibril opened her eyes and staggered to her feet. “Completely different from past battles…though it wasn’t even a proper warm-up.”

She was enjoying it.

"Although it was just physical exercise, I did feel a strange surge of excitement... This collision of souls, life-or-death struggle, and the splashing of blood was unexpectedly wonderful," the pink-haired winged creature sighed deeply, her eyes slightly narrowed as if savoring the moment once more. "One-sided torment is so boring, what's the difference between that and pouring water into an anthill and watching the ants struggle... Ah~, thinking about it that way, it seems kind of interesting? Hehehe~"

"..."

no respond.

Putting aside this set of values ​​that Suer could not comprehend at all, he was even afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would vomit a mouthful of blood, exhale his last breath, and then collapse.

Sul scoffed inwardly at Jibril's suggestion to move her body—no matter how you looked at it, the Skywing race's condition was far from good; she was just being stubborn.

"Not going to answer?" Sue's reaction seemed to bore Jibril. She tilted her head and said, "I don't see any sign of giving up in your eyes. Do you have any other trump cards up your sleeve?"

Hu~hu~

Her only response was still heavy breathing.

"I don't know what you and those weeds over there are up to, but this weakling—ugh! So annoying!!"

Talking to himself, then shouting at himself, the pink-haired winged creature stomped his feet in dissatisfaction and wiped away the tears streaming from his eyes with his arm—crying?!

This shocking fact even brought a jolt of clarity to Suer's numb mind.

"So annoying, so annoying, so annoying!" the pink-haired Skywing girl screamed, tears streaming down her face like a babbling brook instead of decreasing.

"It hurts!"

The more one tries to wipe away the tears, the more turbulent they flow, completely defying their owner's will—just like a real child.

The Skywing race...cried?

Why do life forms composed purely of energy also shed tears?

Chapter 149 Poisoned Wine

During this brief respite, the pink-haired winged creature's body seemed to finally cool down a bit from that excitement and agitation, and tears uncontrollably streamed down its face.

Sur was so shocked that he could hardly believe his eyes, and so was Xin Ke—in the records and information of the Forest Elves, they had never encountered such a young Skywing, nor had they ever killed a Skywing. So even Xin Ke didn't know how these monsters would react when they were in a disadvantageous situation.

I can't understand it.

Suer thought that the instinct to cry was only for fragile mortals like herself. What was the God of War thinking when he created the Winged Race, that he gave them this ability?

Or is it just that this Skywing species in front of us is special?

The question remained unanswered, because while Sull was still in shock, the pink-haired winged creature charged towards him.

The fact that she was crying in front of the enemy because of her body's uncontrollable instincts made Jibril feel extremely ashamed. This inconvenience caused by her child form was simply humiliating. She wiped her cheeks haphazardly with her arm, and in a fit of rage, she stomped the ground and pounced on Sull.

"Hahahaha, come on! Let's fight! Use your fists! And this pain! I'll give it all back to you!! Hahahaha!!!"

Unlike her previous silence, the pink-haired Skywing seemed to have broken free of some kind of restraint. She was laughing wildly, laughing through her tears, which fell into the air as she was struck. She laughed and cried at the same time, like a mad beast.

He had been reduced to a situation where he could only desperately defend and dodge. Suer kept dodging, using his bent forearm to block the mad punches of the Skywing. The fists, which were not big, had amazing power and speed, as if nails were hitting his forearm.

Suer could almost hear his bones shattering. Even his body, strengthened by Xin Ke's magic, was on the verge of collapsing. At that point, even Xin Ke would be unable to make him raise that arm again.

He needs a machine change!

The more critical the moment, the calmer Suer became. He didn't just rely on Xinke to fill the gaps by forcibly manipulating his body. With his enhanced and sharpened eyes, protected by his arms, Suer stared intently at the pink-haired Skywing, waiting for that sliver of an opening to appear.

It's coming, it's almost here! Suer had clearly noticed that the high-frequency punches of the Skywing race had slowed down considerably. Limited by her physical strength, even she was feeling tired—and at this very moment!

Forcibly reversing the dodge command given by Xin Ke, Su Er gritted his teeth and endured the attack from the Skywing!

His heart seemed to stop for a few seconds from the impact, and all that was in front of him was darkness, but he had finally waited for it.

Using his arm to separate the Skywing's arm from the other side, Suer's outstretched hand had already passed through the Skywing's waist, and he used all his strength to grab the base of the small wing that extended outward from the waist. At this moment, there was nothing else in his world.

Tear it apart!!!

The screams that followed were from the Skywing race, but they quickly disappeared. The moment she relaxed her attack because of the pain was the horn of Sull's counterattack!

A punch to the winged creature's chin shut her up, and with a frequency no less than Jibril's earlier attacks, Suer mustered all her strength and pounded the pink-haired winged creature's face again and again!

It hurts! It hurts so much! I even feel dizzy!

Subconsciously, she closed her eyes tightly, even temporarily blocking out her tears. Jibril gripped Sul's shoulders tightly, her sharp nails digging deep into Sul's flesh.

She pounded her knees into Suer's chest and lungs, but after a few blows she felt it wasn't enough; her size was simply too much of a disadvantage. So Jibril simply kicked Suer's abdomen with all her might.

The suffocating pain made Su Er feel as if his internal organs were all tangled up, but even so, he never let go. Holding his breath, the two of them were locked in a tangle, mechanically striking each other until one of them finally collapsed.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

His eyes were bulging and bloodshot, and Suer's vision had become dim, so blurry that he could hardly see anything. Even his ears were gradually losing their ability to hear. He slowly returned to that blank world, where the hazy, colorful figures were those of the Skywing race.

Tearing at the wound on his palm, making the crimson blood flow even more freely, Suer pressed his palm forcefully above the pink-haired Skywing's mouth and nose, which were involuntarily wide open in pain, harder and harder!

A strange blood, unknown to the Skywing race, flowed over her lips, down her throat, and then dissipated into the ocean of elves.

Unaware of these subtle details, Suer tightened his grip on the Skywing's wings and pressed his other hand firmly against her cheek.

My blood, my soul.

Drink it.

If God truly exists—

Please let my flesh and blood have a purpose.

Let us...live on.

Praying in this suffocating world.

The palm seemed to be in excruciating pain, but it was nothing compared to the pain all over the body—was it that the Skywing creature had bitten off a piece of flesh out of anger?

That's really...wonderful...

live...

Let us live...

He didn't fall, and even though he was on the verge of fainting, he tried his best to maintain his consciousness. Suer knew that he couldn't fall here. After experiencing so much, his spirit was as hard as steel, and he stood up by holding onto an invisible thread.

I don't know when it started, but the pink-haired winged creature gradually slowed down its kicking, and eventually stopped moving altogether. Suer felt the ten fingers embedded in his shoulders gradually being pulled out, feeling cool and even a little empty.

As he loosened his clenched hands, Suer could clearly feel his blood eager to leave his body, yet guided by a mysterious force, it flowed back along its natural course.

Stunned, Su'er turned her head and saw Xin Ke still leaning against the ancient tree. The two looked at each other silently.

I wanted to laugh, but I had no energy left.

Freed from its restraints, the Skywing staggered a few steps before finally losing its balance and falling backward onto the ground. It then struggled to get up again.

"I won."

A flat, hoarse voice.

However, upon hearing this faint, almost inaudible sound, the Skywing, who was still struggling to get up, suddenly froze—but then relaxed abruptly a moment later.

He lay there on his back, motionless.

Chapter 150 Answer

A tidal wave of throbbing pain assaulted Suer's consciousness. All he could see was a dark world. His attempt to lift his leg became the final straw that broke the camel's back. His legs trembled like an avalanche, as if he had lost all his strength. Suer knelt down on the ground, using his arms to support himself so that he wouldn't fall.

He didn't want to go to sleep yet.

He could even hear his own heartbeat, but Xin Ke's surgical technique was still not removed from his body—or rather, he dared not remove it until he received effective treatment.

The little girl of the Skywing race seemed to be lying motionless on the ground, completely defenseless, but Suer was not naive enough to think that she had lost the ability to resist. Rather, both he and Xinke were troubled by this problem.

They did not restrict the Skywing's abilities at all; its current immobility was simply because the Skywing did not want to move.

How can I kill the Skywing?

How can I kill a sprite formed from pure energy?

Does she possess something like a core?

If it really exists, then where would it be?

Such a life is like a treasure trove containing endless secrets. If Xin Ke were to study it on her own, it would probably take decades to fully understand it... although Xin Ke's opinion is needed for now.

His dim vision regained light and color, and as he slowly steadied his breathing, Su Er looked at Xin Ke on the other side, asking a question—he was too exhausted to speak.

But even without words, given the intelligence of that forest elf genius, he should know what he wants to ask, right?

With such hope, Su Er saw Xin Ke, who had struggled to stand up by supporting herself on the edge of the ancient tree, and after a slight pause, she shook her head at him.

Is there no other way?

Is it simply that we can't kill this Skywing? Or is it that we can't kill her while also intercepting any messages she might send out?

"Hey, you over there... people."

The sudden sound interrupted the eye contact between Suer and Xinke; it was the Skywing creature.

As if unaware of the commotion around her, Jibril simply lay quietly on the ground with her arms outstretched, staring blankly at the dome above her head. The once sealed and intact rock dome had been completely blown open by the explosions just now, and through the open hole, one could see the red sky, where stars were still twinkling.

"..."

Suer just listened, even though he wanted to say something, he didn't have the strength to open his mouth.

“I have challenged stronger beings and been defeated many times… Even when I knew that they were far stronger than myself, and my companions tried to dissuade me countless times—I still won in the end.”

The earlier maniacal laughter and weeping had vanished, and the pink-haired Skywing's words were unexpectedly calm, even indifferent, as if he were telling someone else's story.

"So, when you said the words 'I won't win'... what were your thoughts?" As she finished speaking, the Skywing, who had been gazing at the sky, turned her head to look at the man kneeling beside her.

She wanted to know the answer to this question.

Even though she wasn't at her strongest as a Skywing, and was even weaker due to her misuse of spirits, she was still an insurmountable chasm between herself and this beast, this person.

The power gap between himself and him was like that between the Dragon Essence and the Skywing.

They also won.

There was nothing she couldn't or didn't want to admit; she had indeed lost the battle—Jibriel was all too familiar with defeat over the years, and it didn't affect her mind in the slightest.

They fought 19 giants in a coordinated effort and fought 1 alone; they fought 3 dragon spirits in a coordinated effort and fought 1 alone; they fought 3 fantasy creatures in a coordinated effort and fought 1 alone... In total, they fought 245 times and survived every single one.