Although the Wrath Demon was slammed to the ground by Wu Di, it hadn't suffered fatal damage.
It never expected to be knocked down by a mere human, which was like pouring oil onto its rage.
Rising from the crater it was smashed into, the minor wounds on its body were visibly healing with regenerating flesh.
It looked at Wu Di who had collapsed on the ground, motionless.
Curling its lips, it let out a contemptuous snort.
"Clang!"
It grabbed a forklift nearby, its tremendous strength nearly twisting it into a spiral.
It hurled the forklift violently at where Wu Di lay, intending to crush him to death.
"Zing!"
Just as the forklift was about to crush Wu Di, a sharp blade ring cut through the air.
For a moment, all was silent, as if every sound had been erased except for that piercing metallic cry.
The Wrath Demon swung its head left and right, seemingly searching for something, having heard that unusual blade sound.
A flash of cold light streaked past like lightning, the light thinning into a silver line, cleaving the incoming forklift in one stroke.
"Thud! Thud!"
The forklift was perfectly split in two, separated down the middle as it crashed to the ground.
Behind it appeared the silver-haired loli standing in front of Wu Di.
It was Ning Yu!
Shen Yiyue only then realized that Ning Yu, who had been beside her moments ago, had vanished.
She hadn't noticed when Ning Yu had moved.
Her twin tails had come undone, her silver hair flowing freely behind her.
Her blade, having just drunk its fill of the maiden's sweet blood, was emitting a satisfied crimson glow, both bewitching and magnificent.
Black jeans and a crop top hugged her body tightly, her outer layer of clothing now gone.
She held the blade single-handedly across her chest, a confident and wild smile playing at her lips.
Ning Yu's gamble had paid off.
[Death Defiance remaining resurrections: 2 times.]
[Ding! Task Broken Blade Reforged completed!]
[You have obtained the Epic Weapon: Blood Kite]
[Blood Kite: Epic]
[Experience: 0/50000]
[Enchanted (Bloom): Grants the wielder +6 Vitality +3 Spirit while equipped.]
[Passive: Embrace of Fire. After dealing any damage to a target, the user can absorb the target's blood to strengthen themselves. Using one's own blood can achieve up to double the strengthening effect.]
[Passive: Curse of Weakness. After dealing damage to targets other than oneself, inflicts a weakening effect through blood, reducing the target's vitality.]
[Upgrade condition: Gain experience by triggering Embrace of Fire.]
[Active Skill: Blood Mirror. When used within 0.5 seconds before receiving any physical damage, can reflect the damage back to its source. If used within 0.1 seconds of receiving damage, triggers Perfect Reflection, dealing 3x the original damage. Cooldown: 30 minutes.]
[Active Skill: Thousand Moment Slash. Transform the blade into countless invisible edges, using blood to penetrate every corner of the target's body, performing up to 2147483647 simultaneous killing strikes. Damage and number of strikes depend on the host's vitality value. Must be used after stabbing the weapon into any living being. Cooldown: 72 hours.]
[Description: Now she will completely belong to you.]
Ning Yu reviewed the information about her new "Blood Kite," which was formerly known as the "Crimson War Blade."
She had only one thought: breaking it was the best thing that could have happened - why hadn't she broken it sooner?
Breaking it at high rank and feeding it properly turned it straight into an epic weapon. She wondered if she could break it again to turn it legendary....
The enchantment passive had changed from the original +2+2 to the current +6+3,
The original [Blood's Ancient Wish] had been replaced with [Embrace of Fire], allowing additional self-strengthening using one's own blood.
Combined with the newly copied [Death Defiance], she could even sacrifice her life to strengthen herself.
Besides strengthening herself when dealing damage, she could also weaken opponents through [Curse of Weakness], further widening the power gap.
The original [Dark Side of the Moon], which induced frenzy and weakness, was gone, replaced by two more powerful active skills without side effects.
[Blood Mirror] was a standard parry and reflect technique.
As the saying goes, greater risk brings greater reward - if she misjudged an opponent's attack and failed to use it within 0.5 seconds, it would likely cost her life.
The 30-minute cooldown was unfortunate, but without a cooldown, this skill would probably be equivalent to invincibility.
Then there was [Thousand Moment Slash], which appeared to be a technique for disintegrating enemies from within.
Looking at that string of "2147483647," she counted it to be 2.1 billion - what did this number mean?
With a cooldown of three full days, this should be a skill worth looking forward to.
Ning Yu gripped Blood Kite tightly, examining the blade carefully - it looked completely different from the former Crimson War Blade.
First, the blade had become perfectly straight, and its color had changed somewhat.
The back of the blade had become a lighter red, not as crimson as before, while the edge smoothly transitioned from light red to silver-white from the spine.
There was no guard between the handle and blade, but this didn't detract from the blade's beauty - if anything, it made it seem more naturally complete.
The handle was ink-black, with rose-red thin lines intertwining to form delicate patterns, feeling incredibly secure yet comfortable in hand.
At the bottom of the handle hung a bewitching blood butterfly, made of some unknown material.
With Ning Yu's movements, the butterfly seemed to come alive, swaying and dancing.
What a fine blade!
Gone was the sinister feeling of the Crimson War Blade and its skills with massive drawbacks - it truly lived up to its introduction.
"Now she will completely belong to you."
The Wrath Demon in the distance watched Ning Yu, who had blocked its attack, and the blade in her hand with suspicious eyes.
It instinctively sensed danger: that blade in her hand seemed capable of inflicting fatal damage to it.
But this only made its violent nature flare up more intensely. It threw back its head with an angry roar and charged toward Ning Yu.
Feeling the ease of getting a +6 vitality buff without suffering mental pollution, Ning Yu felt much lighter all over.
She glanced back at Wu Di behind her - he seemed to still be alive, just something had overloaded.
She wondered what ability he had activated earlier that gave him such terrifying strength.
Even with her 20 vitality, she might not have been able to lift and throw this mountain of flesh.
The Wrath Demon's imposing charge seemed completely ignored by Ning Yu - she didn't even spare it a glance.
Its eyes blazed with intense murderous light, determined to make this person pay for underestimating it.
Its charge accelerated, right hand moved to the front, adopting the same posture it had used to collapse that tower.
It intended to crush Ning Yu into meat paste.
"Little Yu... be careful!!"
"Watch out!!"
Both Shen Yiyue and Ji Mengyao warned the seemingly distracted Ning Yu.
But Ning Yu made no move.
Only when the Wrath Demon was extremely close to Ning Yu, when even the dust kicked up by its charge was about to engulf her,
Did Ning Yu finally reveal a cunning "you fell for it" smile and raise Blood Kite.
In this critical moment, she activated her newly acquired skill [Blood Mirror].

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