Chapter 383

Spiritual power suddenly leaked out.

In the snow curtain, wisps of white threads scattered with the wind, weaving another world amidst the snowflakes, enveloping everyone present.

The biting cold wind instantly disappeared, and the sound of breathing, sometimes soft and sometimes rapid, rang in their ears. Everyone widened their eyes in disbelief.

“Where is this place?”

Yi Chongde subconsciously looked up, surveying his surroundings, but saw only pure white, so dense it was extreme.

Boundless and without end, as if he would never see the edge.

Low temperature, cold wind, and blizzards all vanished, and in the wide and empty world, only a few of them remained.

Yi Zhonglin also let out a subtle sigh of amazement.

He knew Lin Qianhuan was powerful, but he never imagined she had become so powerful!

To weave a world controlled by her with spiritual power, her power reserves and control over her abilities were absolutely unmatched.

Lin Qianhuan, wearing a heavy cold-proof suit, stood quietly in place, as if she were the center of the world.

Zhao Zhuqing warily surveyed his surroundings. His swollen and mutated body had already separated him from the category of humans. Sharp fangs were exposed, faintly gleaming with a cold light.

“You really are surprising.

It hasn’t been long since we last met, and you’ve already grown to this extent.”

He shook his deformed head, his skin uneven and emitting a strong stench of decay.

Lin Qianhuan chuckled: “The reason I’ve grown so fast is so that I won’t be at a disadvantage when fighting the Salvation Society.

I’ve long been prepared to fight to the death with you.

Until death, without end.”

Zhao Zhuqing roared upon hearing this, laughing deeply, then becoming increasingly unrestrained.

“Until death, without end? What do you think you are? What makes you think you can fight me to the death?

Lin Qianhuan, daring to oppose the Salvation Society, you will pay the price.”

He didn’t bother to waste any more words. His deformed but sturdy hands suddenly began to change, actually transforming into two huge scythes.

Even though they were formed from bones and flesh, the blades of the scythes were unusually sharp, flashing with a terrifying light.

Lin Qianhuan raised her eyebrows slightly: “Using oneself as a weapon? Interesting.”

Without hesitation, she stepped forward to meet him, and a jet-black staff suddenly appeared in her hand.

The staff was about two meters long, about the thickness of a baby’s forearm, and faintly wrapped in wisps of black smoke.

The black smoke was agile but heavy, like the grievances of hell entangled and refusing to dissipate for a long time.

The top of the staff was inlaid with several blood-red gems, clustered together haphazardly, surrounding a sharp and pointed scimitar.

This was the staff of the witch Sinowi, a symbol of power and darkness, and the beginning of death and pain.

The scimitar at the top was forged from the hearts of thousands of warriors and ultimately used to cut off Sinowi’s head.

This staff was a weapon Lin Qianhuan purchased from the system.

Under the witch’s control, it had been stained with the blood of countless people, filled with resentment and unwillingness.

To suppress the staff, humans could only connect it with that scimitar and bury it in the deep sea.

[Host, this staff is the weapon of the final BOSS in another instance world.

Although it can greatly increase your strength, it will also stimulate all the negative emotions in your heart.

Use it with extreme caution! You must never be controlled by the staff!]

The system prompted, the cold mechanical voice inexplicably mixed with a bit of tension.

Lin Qianhuan allowed the black smoke to constantly pour into her body, greedily absorbing the power within.

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

The staff and the scythes collided violently, and Lin Qianhuan naturally couldn’t compete with a zombie emperor in terms of strength, and was forced to retreat a few steps.

Just as she was about to fall to the ground, a cool palm seemed to appear behind her, suddenly pressing against her back.

A sinister and sharp laughter came to her ears, eventually turning into a low, continuous murmur, like a call from afar.

“Kill him, kill him, kill them…”

Lin Qianhuan knew that this was Sinowi’s obsession within the staff taking effect.

The owner of the staff was inherently evil and greedy, and the power within the staff would constantly pour into her body.

Increasing her strength while also affecting her mind.

Lin Qianhuan knew that this staff was a double-edged sword, but she had no choice.

Seeing her forcefully take his blow, Zhao Zhuqing became interested, his scarlet eyes widening slightly.

“Not bad, stronger than I thought.”

After saying that, he acted again, the arms transformed into scythes swung forward rapidly, one after another, pointing directly at Lin Qianhuan’s head.

At the same time, fireballs and earth spikes were launched simultaneously, rushing towards Lin Qianhuan’s seemingly fragile body from all directions.

Jiang Xing had been standing beside her, lightning transformed into two thick iron chains, dancing with his will, shattering all the power that attempted to harm her.

The two moved in unison, with great understanding, actually fighting Zhao Zhuqing back and forth, evenly matched.

This scene stunned everyone present.

Yi Zhonglin looked at the scene of gods and demons fighting before him, and for a moment, he couldn’t tell who the main villain was.

Zhao Zhuqing’s body was twisted and rotten, his expression ferocious, a complete mutated monster.

Lin Qianhuan wasn’t much better, with a shadowy pure black figure vaguely appearing behind her, her eyes shrouded in black mist, and her body exuding a bloodthirsty and warlike aura.

Only Jiang Xing seemed a bit normal, but the dark purple iron chains in his hands flashed with dazzling light, the unique pressure of the lightning element causing everyone present to feel a bit short of breath.

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