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In his previous life, when playing Fallen Immortal, Yino frequently exploited bugs to skip levels.

Now reborn into a real cultivation world, how could Yino possibly observe any rules of fair combat against a witch?

When catching the opponent off guard, the best strategy was to strike directly.

Besides... Apart from Nian’s White Dragon power, Yino himself had another ace up his sleeve.

Specifically, his special relationship with the Full Moon Mother Goddess.

Under this demonic tide, witches who drank demon elixirs naturally received special buffs, but correspondingly, the Full Moon Mother Goddess was also one of the principal deities of the demonic abyss.

And at this moment, this chaotic battlefield in the southwest, strewn with corpses, had naturally become the perfect breeding ground for Yino to make sacrifices to the Mother Goddess.

The Mother Goddess had always favored Yino, her devoted son through nine lifetimes.

Now paired with this battlefield exploding with life essence, it was as if Yino had prepared an extravagant candlelit wine dinner for the Mother Goddess.

The wine was the blood and flesh scattered everywhere.

And the steak was this black-gowned witch whom Yino was about to slaughter live for the Mother Goddess—

"Damn it, didn’t you claim to be a righteous cultivator?!"

Moxin was likely shocked by Yino’s utterly dishonorable attack and cursed loudly.

She had been fighting with Yino neck and neck, finally feeling she’d met her match in an exhilarating battle, but just as she was about to deliver her own fierce retort after his noble-sounding speech, he struck without warning.

Sneak attacks were already dishonorable.

But deception felt even more despicable to Moxin.

Before the battle, this brat had consistently portrayed himself as righteous, standing on the moral high ground while verbally humiliating Moxin.

She had actually believed his lies, angering her to the point she wanted to drag him into the demonic abyss and force-feed him demon elixirs to turn him into a little demon too.

But now, looking at the battlefield transformed into a bloody altar by evil techniques, she finally realized the opponent’s true identity.

This dog spouted lofty rhetoric, but he himself worshipped an evil deity—he didn’t believe in the righteous path at all!

Moreover, the two holy maidens of the Full Moon Sect had already discussed battle plans with Moxin. Logically, the Full Moon Sect followers should be advancing in the northwestern city now, so what was this Jianlan Sect holy son Zichen playing at?

Watching the demon blade approaching her by a hair’s breadth, Moxin continued cursing in shock and fear.

From her perspective, Yino had instantly closed in to attack range, and that strange demon blade in his hand could not only absorb the energy of the righteous White Dragon apparition, but now under the blessing of the Full Moon Mother Goddess, it had become even more frenzied.

What kind of swordsmanship was this, mastering both righteous and evil energies?

Now, bathed in the terrifying killing intent of the sword strike, Moxin had no chance to resist physically.

"You forced me to do this—!"

In this critical moment, the fallen witch suddenly widened her right eye’s black demonic pupil.

But almost instantly, that eye began to bleed black blood from overuse, and even the face of the sword-wielding boy before her became blurry.

The price of sacrificing the vision in her right eye allowed the fallen witch to activate the Abyss Eye in emergencies.

In an instant, her cultivation level surged again.

The cultivation surge also boosted the witch’s mobility.

The sword strike that had been impossible to dodge was now avoided as the black-gowned girl moved with shadow-like speed.

"You’re dead."

This time, Moxin no longer had the energy to curse at Yino.

Her words were brief and barely audible, like a whisper.

But as her words fell, her right arm, which had dodged sideways, suddenly tightened its grip on the black blood sickle.

The blood sickle swung in counterattack, its terrifying speed creating a fierce, biting wind before Moxin.

As the lightning-fast blood sickle fell through the air, the crisp sound of bones breaking rang out before the witch.

At this moment, Moxin widened her eyes.

She looked up half a second later to see the boy who had missed with his sword now being split in two from the shoulder by her blood sickle.

His body was cut in half, and from the area sliced by the blood sickle, a faint trace of blood was about to splash out.

"To force me to use my Abyss Eye, you’re one of the few worthy opponents I’ve encountered in my life."

Moxin said calmly.

As her words fell, the boy’s body exploded into a mist of blood in the afterimage of her swinging sickle.

"HAHAHAHAHA..."

Moxin was still laughing coldly.

But as she laughed, the side effects of activating the Abyss Eye suddenly caused a stabbing pain in her right eye.

"Tsk..."

Moxin inhaled sharply, suddenly releasing the blood sickle and falling to her knees.

She tried to raise her right hand to cover her eye, but after a moment of silence, Moxin suddenly realized that the arm that should have appeared before her eyes didn’t seem to provide any feedback.

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Moxin raised an eyebrow, looking down in confusion.

"Wait..."

"This is... how..."

Under the demonic tide, the black-gowned witch blinked in astonishment.

If she wasn’t under an illusion, during that battle just now, her right arm seemed to have been cut by some sharp sword, creating a smooth cross-section.

Below the cross-section, there was no arm...

At the same time, as Moxin stared in bewilderment, she also vaguely felt a stabbing pain in her brain, as if the memory of her life-and-death battle with Yino just seconds ago had become distorted and chaotic at this moment.

"Illusion..."

"I fell for an illusion? How is that possible... when did he..."

Moxin tried to hold her head with both hands, attempting to recall the more accurate version of what had just happened.

But when her left hand held her head, Moxin again found that her right hand had no sense of existence.

Immediately after, Moxin also felt an excruciating, tearing pain from her right arm—

"Nooooooooo—!!!"

More than the physical pain, what truly made Moxin despair was that she had just confirmed through the pain that her arm was indeed gone.