A few of the older Wu Huang's teased him.
"Aiyaya, kid, don't tell me you've fallen in love with those two girls up there?"
"Are you starting to feel sorry for them?"
"We're telling you, you'd better give up on this idea. You're still very weak, very weak. These two women aren't people you can control as you please. Don't show me any prophecy. Anyone can see the current situation. Those two people will die for sure. They will die for sure."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, we haven't talked yet. Perhaps the two people up there accidentally turned the sky of the Nether World into this state. Their original intention was not to cause any harm to our world! Wait, wait, wait! " Wu Huang's face was red. It was hard to tell if it was because of the pain of being told off, or because he was simply worried about Nether.
But they didn't have time to wait. Yanran and the Paragon were resting with their eyes closed. The destruction of the sky must have been a burden to them. If they didn't act now, there wouldn't be a better time to do so.
One by one, they began to rush toward Yanran and Wang Qiang. Looking from afar, it looked like countless little bugs were jumping up from the ground. They gathered into the shape of an awl, led by two late Martial Immortal experts.
… …
Up in the sky, Yanran's eyes were closed. No one could tell what she was thinking.
The Paragon, on the other hand, stared coldly at the insects below.
She rose to her feet and lifted her hand. Once again, black spears appeared in the sky.
They shimmered with power, much stronger than the Mecha Paragon's black spears.
She clenched her hand, and the countless spears coalesced into a single, shining black spear. With a flick of her wrist, the Paragon sent the spear arcing through the air in a strange arc. Once again, space itself was torn apart.
The Martial Immortals and Martial Monarchs that were flying in the sky also seemed to have received an unimaginable power. One by one, they fell from the sky. In an instant, their cone-shaped formation collapsed.
"Don't," Yanran said softly, opening her eyes.
She raised her hand to stop the Paragon's spear. If it struck, Nether would be obliterated.
But Yanran seemed to have forgotten one thing. She wasn't the same person she'd been a few moments ago. Yanran was filled with unimaginable power. Even a casual lift of her hand could destroy a quarter of Nether.
Yanran was stunned. The Paragon was stunned. Wu Xian and Wu Huang were stunned.
They looked at this realm of survival in disbelief. The destruction of a quarter of the World Cup had caused the rest of the Netherworld to live in an abyss of suffering. The chaotic storms that were constantly stirred up, the indescribably violent Spiritual Qi, and the faint sense of panic that rose in their hearts.
They were all describing the power that Yanran could unleash with a casual wave of her hand.
They were afraid and cowardly. Subconsciously, they prostrated themselves on the ground, as if they were worshipping an emperor.
Then, another quarter of the Nether was destroyed. Yanran's voice carried with it a tremendous amount of power. It struck the Nether and destroyed it again.
The Nether was now only half the size it had been before. The survivors had been mercilessly stripped of their lives by Yanran.
Merciless, without any power to resist.
This was Yanran. This was Yanran's power. This was the power that Yanran had always wanted to escape from.
"Ugh!" Yanran sighed helplessly. The sound waves were sent out wave after wave, hitting the mechanical wall and slowly spreading out. The data flow was trembling, and the world was afraid.
The Paragons didn't dare act rashly, and the survivors didn't dare resist.
Yanran slowly retracted her hand. She was careful, as if she was protecting her own body, but in fact she was taking care of the world.
… …
Time passed slowly, and the people in the Nether World slowly began a new spring.
They no longer dared to offend Yanran, and it was impossible for them not to believe the young man's words.
So these two women really were strong. If they wanted to, they could destroy the world. In fact, they could destroy it with a wave of their hands.
The young man from the Nether was considered the second prophet. Although his strength wasn't much, in the face of Yanran's invincible power, the young man was worshipped.
The Nether Realm also began a series of repairs.
They built fences in the ground beneath Yanran and the others, for fear that some ignorant child would offend the two adults.
Perhaps because of the decrease in entrances, all kinds of buildings and technology appeared. They were even comparable to some of the buildings in the Upper Realm.
There were also some landmarks, such as the stone statue of Xiaoxiao Wu Huang. Yanran was a destroyer, so she couldn't be recorded. The others didn't have the right either.
Only Wu Huang was there. Yanran and the others didn't do anything. Even when everyone was about to attack, he still tried to persuade them.
The Nether was improving steadily. There were some things that you didn't understand until you experienced them.
Yanran stood in the void, as always, with the Paragons at her side.
One month, ten months, one year, ten years, it was the same.
Nothing had changed. Nothing had changed.
… …
Suddenly, one day, Yanran's white hair disappeared, turning pure black. Yanran also changed from white to black.
Her cold, merciless, frightening, and trembling personality was slowly changing.
Finally, she clenched her fist in the void. The void shattered, and the earth trembled. However, the situation that Yanran just now didn't happen. Yanran was back.
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