BGM: It's not a fantasy

In the white palace, a burly figure was half-kneeling on the ground.

Blood.

The crimson blood was like a deep pool, accumulating in a circle under the figure, the dull and solidified red had solidified, and fresh blood was still dripping from above.

From the corners of the forehead to the neck and jaw, the blood rushed like a stream along the texture of the muscles, dripping along the fingertips, dripping over the chest and abdomen, wetting the trouser legs.

The white robe was torn, and a word "white" could be faintly seen on it.

"Ahem. Belch... ”

The figure is the white fish that has been fighting with the ugly pot for dozens of days.

17 days to be exact.

The two do not need to sleep and rest, and naturally there is no talk of a truce.

Fighting, attacking endlessly, by all means to the death of the opponent, simply using all means to erase the existence of the opponent.

Here is nothing, the energy of any form of existence will be diluted, and even matter will be subjected to the terrible pulling force everywhere, and the density will approach zero infinitely.

Only the candle flame can maintain its own integrity and stability, but even so, it is impossible to obtain energy and material replenishment from the material world, and it is not easy to do so as a condensed individual with extremely high energy levels.

“。。 Call... ”

Adjusting his breathing, Shirayo stood up, his long black hair scattered behind him, and the right half of his hair had been neatly cut off.

When he looked up, a corner of his head was missing, and his left eye was nowhere to be seen, and he could see the pale skull under the scalp, and a piece of Bai Sensen's bone had been cut off.

The right leg is twisted and folded behind the back.

Three fingers are missing from the left hand.

There was a huge wound in the abdomen, and although the muscles merged with the missing parts, there were still blood bubbles coming out of the crack, which was shocking.

This is enough wound for ordinary people to die many times, but Shirayu still retains the strength and will to fight.

Unfortunately, these wounds can usually be healed with a single thought, but it is difficult to do so at this time.

A few days ago, the white fish still had the energy reserves to recover, but now... The remaining strength is already stretched thin, and it will be very draining to heal such a dense body.

The doppelganger faced this time has been abnormally strong, and although the previous battle consumption was also very large, it definitely didn't hurt himself seriously.

。。 While seriously injured, he has not solved the other party until now.

In the white palace, a high throne was erected, and there sat water and wind.

"Water and Wind" sit on the throne and exist anywhere in the main hall at the same time.

The white serpentine body was huge and incomparable, and it hovered in the white palace like a phantom, occasionally revealing parts of its body from the ground.

The white bodies formed rings that arched out of the ground, and hundreds of rings loomed in the twisted palace, swirling around the white fish unhurriedly, swimming like wolves surrounding a wounded lion.

Its massive head hung high above the white palace, like a crooked tower, extending from one end of the palace, and its tiny eye-like holes were facing the direction of the white fish, impartial.

Although it is said to be a head, it is actually more like some kind of eccentric artwork.

It was a face that looked like a flat turnip, with a small mouth that grew from under the narrow face, and the ugly, tiny roots were long, long, covered with white pus and pimples, and more tiny roots.

The white flat face is the same as the inferior children's paintings, asymmetrical left and right, and is completely a patchwork of fragments.

The position of the eyes is a hollow cut by a knife, which is funny but makes people laugh.

The huge face is 100 meters in size, and the neck under it appears very small, and the lower part begins to grow in size one by one, with an indescribable sense of deformity.

The playful expression is like a monster in a nightmare, full of pure malice and mixed desires.

The head of the turnip-like turned abruptly a few times, and its neck shook its head, drawing circles in the air like a lead ball, and throwing it at the white fish on the ground.

"-Bang!"

The fists and palms intersected, and a dazzling white light escaped from the place where the white fish stood, and the white fish's figure blurred for a while, and when it reappeared, it had stopped in the middle of the eyebrows of the huge white monster.

Sitting cross-legged in the air, his left hand into the sleeve, and then the entire left shoulder disappeared, and the right hand hanging upside down suddenly swelled in a circle, becoming more than three meters long, as thick as a door panel, with protruding muscle masses piled up.

The giant arms that swelled up like balloons appeared extremely nimble, drawing a perfect circle in the air.

"Na Tong Ji!!"

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the white ugly head stayed in front of the white fish, and the hideous long mouthparts were delicate.

A large, white palm abruptly pressed against the center of the giant face, which was dented like a soft marshmallow and pierced into it by a huge arm.

A wound the size of a basin seemed innocuous compared to the white beast's massive body, but its body was forced to stop moving, as if it had hit an invisible wall—no, a waterfall falling from the sky.

"Hundreds of people compete for the stream!"

The ugly face was crushed by the surging waterfall, and the unrivalled ferocious force slaughtered every part of the body.

The body of the white beast collapsed in an instant, and was kneaded as dough in the ferocious waterfall, and in the blink of an eye, it lost its strength to maintain its form, and was torn into pieces of thin paste.

The paste that fell to the ground squirmed, desperately trying to come together, but the heavy waterfall pressed down, cracking the white slabs in a radius of thousands of meters, shattering all the abnormal movements of the stump.

The surging waterfall gradually crushed the space into a semi-solidified gelatinous substance, and under the overwhelming burden, the multiple spatial layers were squeezed together, overflowing towards the surroundings, and quickly accepted by the endless capacity of the void.

Faintly, there are many vague things flowing down the upper reaches of this waterfall.

Although its exact size and shape cannot be known due to the distance, the irresistible oppressive force and coercion are there, and at this moment they have crossed endless distances to come here.

Shake.

Shake.

The white fish looked weaker than before, and even the room and calmness to hide his injuries were gone.

The energy level of this avatar of the ugly pot is too high, and the degree of resilience and difficulty is far beyond common sense.

Even if he could surpass it in terms of instantaneous explosive power, the white fish would not be able to kill it in a short period of time, and he was repeatedly injured in a few days of grappling.

This is almost his last energy reserve, and the ugly pot has been reborn in Nirvana through death again and again, constantly evolving towards a form that he cannot handle. When he completely gave up the idea of killing it, he couldn't even seal it.

Each rebirth of the ugly pot is constantly improving its flaws, and this evolution has emerged entirely for its own sake.

The other party committed suicide too decisively, and even failed several times.

The blood-stained feet stepped on the transparent stairs in the void, leaving red footprints, and the white fish's palm dragged a three-dimensional ring that circled back and forth, and countless colorful silver fragments swirled around it.

High syllables emerged from the mouth of the white fish, causing the huge white palace to vibrate and resonate continuously, and a strong sense of ritual filled the room.

Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and was shaken into a mist of blood by the huge sound that erupted from his chest.

I don't know when, the white fish had already regained its face from the previous year, and at this time, half of it had become a wrinkled appearance again, and it looked even weaker than normal.

A white halo swirls and dances in the syllables, and fine pieces of silver powder sway out and flutter lightly.

Seal!

The long life has taught the white fish the unimaginable knowledge of mortal things, as long as it can control the ugly pot for a short time, it will no longer be able to leave here, and in the future, it can only be reduced to the dust of the floating void for eternity.

If it doesn't work this time ... Bai Yu knew in his heart that although he could still exert the power of "fame", he even had the opportunity to kill the ugly pot.

But no matter what, it is impossible for him to get out of this [Lightless Zone] alive.

The white ring was pressed against the remains of the beast's body, and the clatter of gears creaked from within, and countless tiny silver shards poured out of it, flooding the surface of the palace in a form that completely defied the laws of conservation of mass.

There was a shock under his feet, and all the stone slabs turned into powder, revealing most of the white beast's body.

The body of the giant beast was suppressed by the waterfall, trembling slightly and trying to struggle, but it was wrapped in the silver powder that swarmed up, and it lost the strength to move in an instant.

Seeing this scene, the solemnity in Bai Yu's eyes faded a little.

"-poof!?————"

The world, which had been illuminated by silver light a moment ago, suddenly darkened for a moment, and the true darkness of the void began to spread.

The next moment, a sickly, aggressive white like paint covered the huge cruising palace, like countless white flowers climbing and squeezing out of the twisted cracks in the wall.

The white fish tilted his head in disbelief, and a cylindrical wound the thickness of the bowl pierced through his jaw and then exited the Celestial Spirit Cover.

"Ahem-ho-ho-"

The terrifying breath of the living body, which was originally boiling and burning like a sun's oven, was all extinguished at this moment, turning into ashes that drifted away with the wind.