Abyss Walker

Chapter 101 Fate 1 Death

The Blood Shadow Demon Lord's figure appeared and disappeared on the battlefield like a ghost. Her movements were so fast that they were almost impossible to catch, and each disappearance and reappearance was accompanied by the whisper of death. Like the deepest shadow in the night, she moved silently through the cracks in space, and each appearance was like the scythe of death, reaping lives.

Destiny is like the wildest force in nature; its attacks are as fierce as a storm, each strike accompanied by a whistling sound, attempting to capture the ghostly Blood Shadow Demon Lord.

The roar of destiny echoed across the battlefield, its voice filled with anger and challenge. Every punch seemed to tear through the air, and every kick seemed to shake the earth.

The attacks of Destiny grew increasingly ferocious, each punch carrying the force of a thunderbolt, the wind howling like real thunder exploding on the battlefield. Its attacks were not merely aimed at defeating its opponent, but also at forcing the Blood Shadow Demon Lord out of that almost elusive void.

An indomitable flame burned in the eyes of destiny, and its body moved swiftly across the battlefield like a whirlwind, attempting to pinpoint the location of the Blood Shadow Demon Lord with its ferocious power.

The battle between the Blood Shadow Demon Lord and Destiny was a contest of speed and power, a dance of life and death. Every appearance of the Blood Shadow Demon Lord carried the shadow of death, while every strike of Destiny attempted to dispel that shadow.

However, the Blood Shadow Demon Lord's figure was like a blood-red phantom, traversing the battlefield, and every move she made was full of eeriness and unpredictability.

Her steps were light and swift, as if she could foresee every fatal attack, always narrowly avoiding a fatal blow at the most critical moment. Her figure left bloody afterimages in the air.

As the battle continued, a hint of seriousness flashed in the Blood Shadow Demon Lord's eyes. She realized that destiny was not something to be trifled with, and her attacks became even more ferocious and decisive, each strike like a storm, carrying a destructive force.

Her palm strikes were mixed with blood-red demonic energy. Each time she struck Destiny, his protective aura would vibrate and even crack.

Despite its immense power and formidable combat skills, Destiny began to show signs of fatigue under the relentless onslaught of the Blood Shadow Demon Lord.

Its breathing became heavy, and beads of sweat appeared on its forehead. Each dodge and counterattack seemed increasingly strenuous. Wounds appeared on its body; though not deep, they were enough to show that the Blood Shadow Demon Lord's attacks had begun to cause substantial damage.

Yun Muhan watched the battle intently from the sidelines, his brow furrowed and his eyes filled with worry. He could sense that the power of destiny was gradually weakening, and the strength and speed of each attack were not as great as before. Although the Blood Shadow Demon Lord had also suffered some losses, her combat power remained formidable, and every attack she launched was fraught with threat.

The atmosphere of the battle grew increasingly tense, with every attack and dodge carrying the weight of a life-or-death struggle.

Dugu Jianling: This is the first incarnation of Destiny. Destiny has nine parts in total. If...

Yun Muhan stood motionless like a statue, his gaze piercing through the dust of time, awaiting the moment that would decide his fate. His heartbeat was in sync with the fluctuations of the surrounding environment, each breath seemingly calculating the weakness of destiny.

When destiny finally revealed a flaw under the powerful attack, a glint of light flashed in Yun Muhan's eyes, the sharpness of a hunter seeing its prey fall.

The Blood Shadow Demon Lord's movements were swift and deadly; her palm strike, like thunder in the night, accurately struck Destiny's chest. Destiny's body lost control at that moment, like an abandoned doll, mercilessly tossed into the air before crashing heavily onto the cold ground with a dull thud.

Yun Muhan's pupils contracted slightly; this was the opportunity he had been waiting for. His body moved like a phantom, instantly appearing beside Destiny. His palm, imbued with the force of wind and thunder, repelled the Blood Shadow Demon Lord who was about to pursue him. This palm strike contained not only power but also his precise grasp of timing.

Yun Muhan's voice was respectful and humble. When facing the Blood Shadow Demon Lord, he lowered his head and acted as a loyal servant.

"Lord Blood Shadow, destiny is a rebellious act. Please entrust it to me. Perhaps I can truly break through." His words were full of flattery and probing, trying to persuade the Blood Shadow Demon Lord to hand over destiny to him.

At the same time, Yun Muhan's palm inadvertently touched Suming's body, and a hidden power silently flowed into Suming's body.

This power was cold and deadly; it not only worsened Destiny's injuries but also sealed off all of Destiny's chances of survival. Yun Muhan's movements were concealed and swift; even the Blood Shadow Demon Lord did not perceive his true intentions.

Yun Muhan remained calm and resolute, knowing this was a gamble of life and death. He had to find a balance between the Blood Shadow Demon Lord and destiny, demonstrating loyalty to the Blood Shadow Demon Lord while ensuring that destiny could not escape his control.

Every move he makes, every word he utters, is a meticulously planned game, aimed at breaking the cycle of reincarnation and severing the shackles of fate.

The Blood Shadow Demon Lord stared coldly at Yun Muhan, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, but she ultimately withdrew her attack gesture. She knew that although Yun Muhan's cultivation was not high, he was, after all, her servant, and what Yun Muhan said made some sense.

Destiny: "..."

"Very good, Yun Muhan, you did very well." The Blood Shadow Demon Lord said coldly, then turned and disappeared into the night, leaving Yun Muhan and Destiny behind.

"You can't kill me, I'm just an avatar."

Destiny collapsed to the ground, his body limp and lifeless, the signs of life fading from his body.

"Fate has decreed that we are mortal enemies. Let's fight to the death!"

Yun Muhan's words were cold and resolute, each syllable like a sharp knife piercing the heart of destiny. There was not a trace of pity in his voice, only ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness towards his enemy.

"Destiny, you're finished." Yun Muhan's voice echoed in the empty space, his words revealing an unwavering determination. Even if this was just an avatar of Destiny, this victory was still an affirmation of his will and proof of his power.

The voice of destiny carried a hint of despair and resentment, his words trembling slightly in the air, but his threat did not shake Yun Muhan in the slightest. A resolute light shone in Yun Muhan's eyes; he knew that no matter how many clones destiny had, he had to defeat them all.

Yun Muhan raised his hand, and the Dugu Twin Swords appeared in his grasp, their blades gleaming coldly in the dim light. His movements were swift and decisive; the twin swords, like two silver lightning bolts, instantly pierced towards Destiny's heart. This strike was filled with power and resolve, leaving no room for error.

Destiny's body trembled again under the piercing of the twin swords, then came to a complete stillness. Yun Muhan stared indifferently at Destiny's corpse, his eyes devoid of any pity, only filled with deep hatred and determination.

He knew, of course, that fate had repeatedly put him in mortal danger; it was a battle to the death, and he would never let fate go.

Yun Muhan's breathing gradually calmed down, but he became even more vigilant. He knew that this battle was just the beginning, and he had to be even more careful to find a way to survive between these two powerful enemies.

Yun Muhan stood beside the corpse of Destiny, his figure casting a long shadow in the dim light. A cruel and resolute smile played on his lips. Although the battle was won, he felt no slackening. He knew this was only the beginning; the road ahead was fraught with even greater dangers and challenges.