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The scorching flames condensed into a long spear that plowed the land, igniting a ladder-like inferno. From this side of the mountain, with a sweeping indifference, it annihilated all obstacles and reached the other side.
Mountain peak? Witch?
It's just a slightly larger speed bump, let's talk about Jiang Kehan's magic!
Jiang Kehan strolled leisurely in mid-air, her light blue high heels clasped elegantly. Then, as if she had heard some noise, she turned her head slightly.
His proud and cold eyes pierced through the incoming spell, staring at the attacker and sending a chill down the other's spine, causing the hand that was casting the spell to tremble involuntarily.
Almost instantly, the attackers recklessly stepped into a battlefield where countless witches would turn to ashes, with stars falling and the universe shattering before their eyes.
Even if it was just a near-illusionary premonition, it was still hard for her to calm down.
Jiang Kehan casually waved her hand to block, and an even more refined spatial phenomenon swallowed up the opponent's spell. Then she drew her sharp blade, and countless white light threads focused on the tip of the sword, like a cone of light, before suddenly contracting.
Space was ignored by her. (Part 3) Lu Du, with a flick of his sword, pierced the opponent's heart, and he was resurrected outside the small world.
Only the other witches remained wary and shocked.
Even the Dead Band and the Silent Band, who were locked in fierce combat, couldn't help but cast their gazes in this direction, their expressions somewhat solemn.
Whose fan is this monster of this caliber?
Fortunately, Jiang Kehan did not stray too far from Anmeng, and the other fans were still able to escape and find temporary safety.
But will these unruly witches, who act with impunity, run away?
They will swarm in, with bloodthirsty laughter, resolutely drawing their blades against the gods of this moment, offering disloyalty and rebellion!
I won't die, but a formidable enemy is right in front of me. How can I not give it a try, given my boiling blood and the increasingly rousing rock music around me?!
As the battle progressed, more and more bands gathered here, each confident that they could carve out a niche for themselves.
Therefore, Jiang Kehan was about to be treated as a boss and defeated.
This scene left her somewhat drenched in sweat.
Although Jiang Kehan is powerful, due to the limitations of the small world, the amount of magic she can output in an instant is roughly the same as the peak level of a normal middle witch.
If the number of opponents reaches more than three hundred, it will be difficult for her to protect An Meng from injury.
If it exceeds five hundred, even she herself might be in danger.
Well, if there was anything else to say, Jiang Kehan could only take An Meng and slip away. After all, what's the most important thing in a battle royale?!
Is it a head-on confrontation? No, it's about holding out until the end of time, until the world is shattered!
Jiang Kehan chuckled lightly, not too worried, and casually glanced behind her, where An Meng was.
The main characters in this competition are not the so-called fans; they are merely the most dazzling embellishments for the bands, and nothing more than embellishments.
Jiang Kehan's mission has been completed.
All she needed to do was protect An Meng and create a stage that would attract others to her.
At this moment, a steady stream of challengers are converging on Jiang Kehan, unknowingly becoming potential listeners to An Meng.
Next, it will be up to Anmeng.
However, Jiang Kehan was very confident. She had already heard An Meng's performance. She wouldn't say that An Meng was better than the Silent Band and the Ghost Band, but she was definitely not much worse.
Moreover... Anmeng's music has a special kind of infectiousness that even the two top bands cannot match.
After all, she was an oddball who enjoyed solitude, a true wandering musician.
Standing atop the black dragon's head, An Meng took a deep breath, gazing at the magnificent mountains and rivers before her, and the witches who crushed them as if splashing their own ink, before taking a heavy step.
The air surged and roared, so fiercely that it disregarded the existence of others and domineeringly announced that it had arrived at the center of the stage.
She laughed freely, exuding the domineering and awe-inspiring aura of the cult genre, and forcefully plucked the guitar strings.
"Dang!"
Despite being an outsider, An Meng resolutely joined the duel between the Dead Band and the Silent Band, and likewise, trampled on death.
But the difference was that she was still smiling, and with such power!
"If tomorrow night will see the stars fall, why not party all night long tonight?"
"A lonely traveler has nowhere to call home but can only find refuge in the eyes of others, using sincere emotions as his light."
"We seem to have grown accustomed to the coldness of life, but can we... reach out our left hand and hook our arms around each other?"
"Laugh, for even death cannot stop us from raising our glasses tonight to commemorate the unregrettable past."
Are you... afraid of death?
Jiang Kehan closed her eyes, feeling the questioning in her heart, and then answered softly: Never.
If she were afraid, she wouldn't have resolutely stepped into the portal of time and space, nor would she have resolutely chosen to be an enemy of the Night Fragrance.
Because she has things she fears more than death, and things she desires more than her own future.
These things are the treasures left on her body and mind by countless intertwined figures from the past.
Jiang Kehan opened her eyes with a loud laugh and charged forward!
And An Meng behind her also stepped into her own climax!
"Traveler, are you truly alone, or are you merely stubbornly clinging to sorrow...?"
"To remember that past, full of storms and rainbows?"
"If we'll die tomorrow night, why not revel tonight?!"
“Sorrow is no longer cold; it comes from the past and kisses you gently.”
"Death is too cruel, but it still cannot take away our last beautiful moments."
"Even when life is about to end, we have never gained nothing."
"Open your eyes and swallow that bitter wine."
"With tears, we write immortal poems and sing of our life's aspirations..."
Why can't you have a good cry when death is just ahead?
Cry, cry, cry loudly at the banquet, but why do you start laughing again as you cry?
Because... even in death, you will never be alone.
No matter how bitter the drink, it can't stop the roar in one's heart.
Tonight's revelry is the end of the past; let us gather those unchanging treasures, and then death will no longer be frightening.
As the song drifted by, many witches who were heading straight for An Meng and Jiang Kehan gradually stopped in their tracks. They looked at the two laughing unrestrainedly and their unrepentant gazes, and gradually fell silent.
Then, laughing loudly, they charged towards the other bands!
Tonight, they will also pursue their inner desires and revel in unrestrained joy!
A colossal black dragon soared into the sky, its wings blotting out the sun. Its scorching breath, following its gaze, pierced the clouds and bombarded the two giant dragons at the highest point.
Chapter 462 Battle Royale
As it turns out, established bands are not so easily challenged.
After proving their determination, An Meng and Hei Long turned around and ran away, taking Jiang Kehan and their new fans with them.
A near-perfect rock performance has already cut off all the flesh that could be cut off; what hasn't been cut off, there's no point in continuing to play it here.
So the most important thing now is not to keep partying, but to enjoy the food and digest it properly.
After all, there aren't that many fans who have sided with An Meng; there are only a little over fifty of them.
Even with Jiang Kehan's formidable combat power, she would likely not fare well in a melee involving thousands of witches.
Moreover, An Meng has already taken such a big advantage of them, and with Jiang Kehan's intimidating aura, they are vaguely becoming the target of public criticism.
Can running away at this moment really be called running away?
This is called a rational strategic retreat; everything is for the final victory in the battle royale.
At least An Meng and Jiang Kehan dared to speak so confidently.
On the other hand, An Meng also needs to deepen her connection with new fans, at least to the point that they know each other's names, and then continue to inspire them with her talent.
It cannot be denied that witches can be unusually impulsive at times, like their last-minute defection just now, but that does not mean they will be obedient and docile.
Who knows if that was An Meng's normal performance? It's quite common for witches to perform exceptionally well on the battlefield.
For fans, what they need is not a flash of brilliance or an extraordinary performance, but rather for musicians to provide them with emotional value day after day.
Stability is far more important than potential ceilings.
Even after An Meng left, the rivalry between the Dead Souls Band and the Silent Band continued and even intensified.
Today, they must determine a decisive victory or defeat to prove that their burning hearts are no less formidable than their enemies.
But amidst the fierce fighting, both sides felt a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, mixed feelings).
The lead singer of the Undead Band withdrew her gaze from the black dragon. Although she was trying to escape, she could only see its ferocious smile, as if it were still hiding in the shadows, waiting for the next opportunity to take another bite.
"Looks like we've produced a remarkable rock musician."
“You guys are no less impressive,” the lead singer of the Silent Band replied, which brought a smile to the other party's face.
"So... after the competition is over, how about we do a little something together and have afternoon tea?"
"Yes, we must invite that wandering musician from earlier; I really admire her," the lead singer of the Undead Band clapped his hands happily and suggested.
Even though the two sides were still locked in a fierce battle, it did not stop them from dreaming about the future.
The members of the Silent Band exchanged glances, then slowly nodded, revealing knowing smiles.
“We are never afraid of challengers, and naturally we will not deliberately distance ourselves from you.”
"So, we agreed."
Sunlight, mixed with the splashed dragon blood, reflected in their eyes. The earth was ravaged, the sky was obscured by the dragon, and only the hands holding the instruments could be seen, gripping them tightly.
So, after a brief negotiation, the fighting resumed.
On the other hand, An Meng wasn't having an easy time either.
She looked back at the several dragons chasing after her, and her teeth ached a little.
"Kehan, can't we just deal with them?"