When these mimic crystal worms consume all the submorphic fusion core in Changkong Haoyi's body, the only thing waiting for Changkong Haoyi is death.

However, in order to kill the incarnation of the old god and exchange one life for another, Changkong Haoyi felt that it was quite worth it.

I just don’t know if Hatoyama Qiqi lied to him.

"The scientific name of this thing is Mimic Crystal Insect, also known as 'God-killing Power'. It is said that eating it can give mortals like me the power to resist gods in a short period of time... Of course, this is all the work of the scientific madmen under Mr.

To put it another way, whether it is so strong depends on whether I can win the battle." Changkong Haoyi slowly said the answer after adapting for a while.

The woman nodded, swung the sickle, and slashed straight at the unmoving sky for a month and a half.

Changkong Hao did not dodge when he saw the situation, and only relied on his physical body to resist.

The next second, Changkong Haoyi, who was originally supposed to be cut into two pieces by a single blow, remained intact, and even the clothes on his body were not damaged much.

The woman finally showed a serious expression when she saw this scene.

Changkong Haoyi was very satisfied, but he couldn't drag it out any longer. Hatoyama Qiuqi said that he only had half an hour. If the battle couldn't end in half an hour, it was recommended to self-destruct directly to avoid being eaten up by crystal worms.

Internal organs, painful to the point of death.

So Changkong Haoyi launched another attack, and this time the knight's long sword in his hand seemed to be awakened as well. One man and one sword rushed towards the incarnation of the god.

Under the night, light and shadow intertwined, going back and forth.

Hundreds of meters of cracks were torn open in the earth, and the snow-white wilderness turned into messy graffiti.

When Changkong Haoyi's sword pierced the woman's heart and he was decapitated by the sickle in the woman's hand, Changkong Haoyi smiled.

He knew that he would definitely die if he passed this stop, but he did it.

Seeing the frightened and angry look on that woman's face, Zhangkong Haoyi no longer had any nostalgia.

When his head fell to the ground, the woman also slowly knelt down in a field of white flowers, holding the sword that penetrated her heart.

Changkong Haoyi, who had been transformed by a special prosthetic body, could still survive for some time after his body and head were separated. However, he did not look at the woman, nor did he quarrel with her or talk boring nonsense. Instead, he stared at the misty woman as if he had been liberated.

The strange sky of purple light was silent.

"Boom!"

Very far away, a gunshot rang out.

Two seconds later, the woman's head exploded while she was trying to pull the sword out of her heart.

Only then did she truly die.

But the gunfire didn't stop there.

"Boom!"

Another shot!

This time the bullet hit the woman's right arm. When the arm exploded, the silver sickle finally became dim.
Chapter completed!