Amidst the fierce skirmish with Durandal, an imperceptible gleam flashed across Vita's omniscient "Heavenly Sight" eyes.
A knowing, slightly playful smirk curved her lips.
Mental Communication Channel – Masked Fool Internal Encrypted Line – Connected.
Sparkle: "Ding dong~ Your order for 'A Little Bit' of fireworks has arrived at the designated location, dear big sister. Has the navigation service been activated? The fun here can't wait any longer! (≧▽≦)/"
While elegantly commanding the Star Traveler to fend off Durandal's charge, Vita calmly responded in her mind.
"Heh... you truly are an impatient 'good little sister.' The coordinates were calculated long ago. Thanks to the previous pioneering efforts of a certain unknown entity, the space-time nexus leading to that parallel world is as obvious as a torn pocket."
Sparkle: "That's great! Then let the party begin. Let's turn all this boring hatred and destruction into fireworks leading to a new pleasure ground."
Vita: "Agreed. Leading the inevitable end of fate onto a detour no one can predict... that itself is the manifestation of ultimate wisdom and joy, is it not? Space-time coordinates sent. The rest is up to you, 'little mischief-maker.'"
Sparkle: "Received~ Watch me! (o^.^o)"
The communication silently disconnected.
Vita remained focused on the battle at hand, even managing to spare a meaningful smile for Durandal.
"It's not good to be distracted during a fight, Miss Valkyrie. However, perhaps soon, we'll have a much grander 'stage.'"
Durandal's heroic brow furrowed. Her powerful intuition screamed a warning, telling her that this elegant opponent was plotting something extremely troublesome, perhaps even dangerous.
She hesitated no more, gripping the Abyss Flower tightly. Brilliant radiance began to highly condense, the spear vibrating with a pleasant hum—the Sacred Lance was about to unleash its true power.
Seeing this, Vita's graceful composure slightly retracted, a hint of seriousness entering her eyes.
The long-anticipated spectacle was about to begin; she didn't want to be prematurely removed from the stage due to carelessness at this last moment. That would be completely against her aesthetic and would leave her greatly vexed.
The Star Traveler's detached sword-light wings behind its back fully unfolded. Arcs of electromagnetic light formed concentric green circles that violently expanded and contracted. Massive energy converged at its chest, and several blindingly hot green beams of destructive light roared forth, meeting Durandal's Sacred Lance liberation.
The two differing beams clashed mid-air, creating a ring-shaped energy shockwave that tore at the void.
"Do you only know how to evade? Is that what you call your wisdom?"
Durandal coldly chided, the Sacred Lance's radiance intensifying. A thrust tore through the long sky.
Vita lightly leapt backward, the Star Traveler's mechanical arm accurately blocking the fatal spear tip, spraying a shower of dazzling sparks.
She still wore that enigmatic smile, her voice coming through the hum of the mecha.
"Patience is a virtue. True wisdom lies in waiting for the optimal moment, not in blindly venting power. A bigger 'drama' is about to be unveiled. Why rush to decide the victor at this very moment?"
She truly wasn't in a hurry to win. She was waiting—waiting for Sparkle to find the space-time nexus, waiting for the big fireworks Sparkle was preparing.
Compared to this side, the battle with Jingliu was far more intense.
Sword light was like the cold moon gathering brilliance; the chilling qi almost froze and shredded the space around them.
Jingliu's offensive was as cold, pure, and utterly efficient as her personality, without a single unnecessary movement.
Every swing of her sword targeted the weakest point of Sea God Tang San's divine sense avatar.
Tang San's divine sense avatar was already in a desperate state.
The light of the Sea God Trident was dim; the condensed divine power was cleaved and annihilated again and again by the seemingly simple strikes that contained ultimate sword intent.
His vaunted divine techniques seemed inadequate against Jingliu's sword art, which appeared capable of severing karma and freezing time.
"A Divine King, is that all there is?"
Jingliu's clear, cold voice rang out, carrying a trace of imperceptible... disappointment?
"Your struggles are meaningless."
Just as she was about to deliver the decisive blow, completely annihilating this wisp of divine sense—
"Jingliu—!!!"
A roar, charged with centuries of accumulated hatred and humiliation, exploded like thunder.
A figure entwined with violent, bloody qi brazenly charged into the field at supersonic speed. A war-blade, carrying the power to cleave mountains and shatter the earth, fiercely slashed toward Jingliu's back.
It was Hoolay; he had finally reached the battlefield. At this moment, his eyes held only the figure who had defeated him and imprisoned him in the Ghost Prison for hundreds of years.
As if having eyes in the back of her head, Jingliu didn't turn around, simply thrusting a counter-sword backhand.
Clang—!!!
A deafening metallic clang erupted.
The sword tip precisely struck the weakest point of the war-blade's force, seemingly light yet containing irresistible colossal power, forcefully knocking Hoolay's angry strike aside.
The violent air current further ploughed the surrounding ground three chi deeper.
Jingliu turned around, her blood-red eyes indifferently sweeping over Hoolay's face, distorted with fury.
"So it's you."
Her tone was utterly flat, as if she had merely recognized an insignificant insect.
"The Battle Chief of the Borisin people. Centuries of imprisonment seem not to have taught you to assess the situation."
These understated words, like the sharpest needle, brutally pierced Hoolay's heart, instantly igniting all his humiliation.
"Shut up. I want you dead."
Hoolay went completely insane, recklessly burning his origin power. Bloody qi surged violently around him as he pounced on Jingliu again, adopting an outright suicidal fighting style.
Jingliu's brow furrowed infinitesimally, seemingly annoyed by this sudden troublemaker.
But her sword did not stop for a moment. The clear, cold sword light illuminated once more, like moonlight spilling down, precisely and efficiently meeting Hoolay's death-seeking attack.
"Your anger merely provides a pathetic joke."
Simultaneously, an incomparably brilliant silver radiance descended from the sky. A potent dragon's might instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.
A figure of peerless beauty silently appeared. Silver hair, purple eyes, and a matchless demeanor—it was the true form of the Silver Dragon King, Gu Yuena.
Gu Yue, who had been observing from the side, integrated into the main body in a flash of light without hesitation.
Gu Yuena's aura instantly became more complete and powerful. Her cold, purple dragon eyes immediately locked onto Sea God Tang San's divine sense avatar, who had just gained a brief reprieve due to Hoolay's interference.
Without a word, Gu Yuena raised her hand, unleashing a supremely condensed elemental torrent—earth, fire, water, wind, light, darkness, space... various elements perfectly fused, transforming into a destructive seven-colored light pillar that violently shot toward Tang San.
"Silver Dragon King?! It's you, how could you be here?!"
Tang San's divine sense avatar showed an expression of unbelievable shock at that moment.
No matter how much he planned, he absolutely had not calculated that the co-lord of the Soul Beasts, the Silver Dragon King, who had been hiding on the Douluo Continent, would appear at this place, at this time, and... directly attack him.
This caused his face to darken right after he had just caught his breath.
He originally thought Hoolay's arrival had offered a glimmer of hope, but the Silver Dragon King immediately took over Jingliu's position, relentlessly pursuing him.
Hoolay's roar shook the heavens. The pair of vicious, bloody-moon war-blades in his hands hummed, and dark-red blood light flowed on the blades as if alive.
The electric arcs around him were no longer merely jumping but completely erupted, transforming into violent lightning snakes coiling around his body. His already burly frame's muscles further swelled, veins bulging, as if a fierce beast had awakened inside him.
The Borisin people's unique Moon-Crazed state was completely activated, and rationality was replaced by pure killing desire and savage power.
"Jingliu, the humiliation of centuries in the Ghost Prison will be washed away by your blood today!"
Hoolay's voice was hoarse and oppressive. The Borisin people's monstrous vitality and recovery capability were fully demonstrated. The subtle cuts inflicted earlier by the sword qi healed almost instantly as the words fell, leaving only faint red marks.
He stomped the ground, which instantly exploded. His figure turned into an afterimage of interweaving blood and lightning. The war-blades tore through the sky, carrying an ear-piercing demonic wail, slashing toward Jingliu from incredibly tricky and bizarre angles like a torrential storm.
The offensive was continuous, seemingly endless.
Jingliu's figure, however, appeared increasingly ethereal amidst the savage assault, like a snowflake that would never fall at the center of a blizzard.
Her footwork was profound. Every subtle movement left a solid, lifelike afterimage behind, skillfully deflecting and misdirecting Hoolay's fatal attacks.
Her true body appeared in a blind spot of Hoolay's offensive in a split second. The long sword, like a shooting star on a cold night, silently thrust out—it was her exquisite sword technique, Flowing Shadow, Reflected Radiance.
Psh!
The extremely cold blade edge passed precisely over Hoolay's flank, not only drawing a spray of blood but also causing points of ice crystals to instantly condense deep within the wound.
The extreme cold elemental damage wildly poured in, attempting to freeze his flesh and blood and retard his energy flow.
However, the blood light on Hoolay's body instantly intensified. The Borisin people's powerful physique and immortal characteristic were driven to the extreme.
The flesh at the wound pulsed wildly as if it had a life of its own, forcing out most of the invading cold qi. The deep, bone-visible wound contracted and healed in the space of a breath, leaving only a thin layer of white frost on the skin surface.
"It's useless, Jingliu. You couldn't kill me last time, and it's the same this time. Your ice can't freeze my boiling fighting blood."
Hoolay roared and suddenly spun his body. The war-blades were not simply waved but stirred the atmosphere in an ancient war-dance stance, instantly whipping up a blood-blade storm covering dozens of meters.
Countless blood-red blade lights formed a substantial wall of storm, possessing terrifying cutting power and carrying a contaminating qi that disturbed the mind and eroded energy, completely sealing off all of Jingliu's evasion space and forcing her to confront him head-on.
"The Ghost Prison failed to temper your savagery, adding only to your pathos."
Jingliu's voice remained clear and ethereal, betraying no emotion.
Her sword technique, however, suddenly changed. It was no longer confined to the swift thrusts of Flowing Shadow, Reflected Radiance. The sword momentum was like a cold spring under the moon, trickling and flowing, penetrating everywhere.
Every strike precisely landed on the weakest energy node of the blood-blade storm. The cold sword qi penetrated the storm's gaps as if it had a life of its own, leaving deeper, more lethal wounds on Hoolay's body, with frost continually accumulating.
After prolonged attacks yielded no result and he was repeatedly wounded, Hoolay's savagery intensified.
He suddenly leapt backward, forcefully plunging his war-blades into the earth.
"Rumble—!"
A muffled sound, as if striking a war drum.
With his war-blades as the core, an incredibly complex, huge blood-red magic array radiating rich bloody qi suddenly unfolded on the ground.
"Blood Lightning Earth Surge!"
The next moment, distorted tentacles composed of mixed blood qi and violent lightning wildly surged from the array, overwhelmingly grasping for Jingliu.
Concurrently, Hoolay's own blood qi was like ignited dynamite; his skin turned crimson, and his attack speed and strength surged again.
He no longer approached but continuously swung his war-blades from a distance. Arcs of highly condensed, crescent-shaped Blood Moon Slashes cut through the air, shooting toward Jingliu like a swarm of locusts, forming a firepower coverage network with the blood-lightning tentacles on the ground.
"Let's see how long you can keep dodging."
Hoolay's maniacal laughter echoed amidst the roar.
However, at this seemingly desperate moment, the air around Jingliu suddenly solidified. The extreme cold was no longer radiating outward but violently collapsing inward.
The blood-red light in her pupils grew increasingly demonic; the Full Moon state was activated.
Her silver-white long hair whipped wildly without wind, the tips tinged with a faint color of frost.
Strength, speed, and mastery over the power of frost instantly climbed to a brand new peak.
She stopped evading.
Facing the sky-covering blood-lightning tentacles and the dense Blood Moon Slashes, she actually moved against the flow.
"Icy River... Reflects the Moon!"
In the clear, low chant, the long sword in her hand vanished, replaced by countless icy moonbeams that erupted all at once.
These moonbeams were not simple sword qi; they were like living spirits, tracing countless elegant yet fatal arcs in the air, precisely shattering every Blood Moon Slash and severing every blood-lightning tentacle that lunged at her.
Even more moonbeams penetrated the dense blockade, instantly reappearing to slash at Hoolay's body.
This was a high-speed slashing feast where speed and lethality perfectly combined under the Full Moon state.
Hoolay roared as he resisted with his immortal body. Wounds were still healing rapidly, but the speed of recovery was visibly slowing down.
Each time a moonbeam struck, a deeper, more profound extreme coldness permeated his body, like a malignancy, wildly eroding his vitality and soul, even beginning to subtly suppress his proud recovery ability.
He roared and launched a counterattack. His war-blades smashed down with the momentum of splitting a mountain, the power enough to crush peaks.
Jingliu, however, did not retreat but advanced. In the Full Moon state, her movement technique was faster than the limits of visual capture.
"Frost Soul... First Turn!"
She side-stepped with a hair's breadth of clearance, perfectly avoiding the heavy blow's edge. But the sword tip, as if it had been waiting there all along, lightly and deftly struck out with the momentum.
An extremely condensed, frigid sword qi did not aim for destruction but was like a precise scalpel, instantly cutting into the node of Hoolay's power circulation, forcefully interrupting his offensive and bringing a noticeable freezing effect, making his movements momentarily stiff.