"I am... the daughter of the Yellow Emperor, and I am... the God of War of China! How can we be defeated here!"
Hanbao's voice was firm.
The body was covered in a layer of flames, and the scorching heat appeared again, this time more intense than before.
The lava sword in his hand disappeared, the nails on his hand grew little by little, turning into sharp claws like bone spurs, and the pair of fangs in his mouth became more prominent.
The skin on his body cracked, and a layer of red hair emerged.
"犼!"
Jiang Wenming almost screamed.
He didn't expect that Hanbao actually had such a trump card and turned into the shape of Jian.
Drought Demon was on the ground on all fours, like a wild beast. He exerted force on his feet and his figure disappeared in an instant.
When he reappeared, he was already behind Shiva, raised his sharp nails, and clawed at the back of his heart.
Shiva turned sharply and crossed his arms.
"Zi La~"
It made a sizzling sound like a hot iron hitting fresh meat.
Shiva's arms were torn apart by her blow with several deep wounds visible to the bone.
Instead of bright red blood flowing out of the wound, a black and fishy liquid flowed out.
poison!
Or the fire corpse poison from Drought Demon.
Even a powerful divine body like Shiva cannot bear the toxin.
In just the blink of an eye, the two arms began to swell and ulcerate, and they tended to spread upwards.
Shiva's expression finally changed.
This was the first time he encountered such a violent toxin, which seemed to have self-awareness and kept eroding the divinity in his body.
He wanted to use his divine power to suppress it, but unfortunately Hanba didn't give him this chance.
The temperature around the body increased again, and this time even the void showed signs of melting.
"Purgatory in ten directions."
Hanba pressed his arms on the ground, and pillars of fire rose into the sky, attacking Shiva non-stop.
Shiva's feet were beating, moving with a strange rhythm, and he managed to find a gap in this seemingly indiscriminate attack.
But after dodge after dodge, the poison on his arms became more and more serious. The two arms were almost completely ulcerated, and the bones inside could be seen.
Shiva's eyes were filled with anger, and the other two intact arms, with palms like knives, slashed towards the injured arm.
Phew!
Shiva groaned and actually cut off both of his arms.
The audience outside the venue took a breath of cold air when they saw this scene.
He was so cruel that he cut off his own arms.
Although he has four arms, losing two will still cause a significant drop in strength.
For the first time, a light called hope appeared in Jiang Wenming's eyes.
"Maybe I have a chance to win this one, maybe."
This thought came to his mind and he could no longer get rid of it.
After getting rid of the trouble of the fire corpse poison, Shiva began to take the initiative to attack.
This time he learned wisely and no longer used his body to resist the drought demon's attack. Instead, he began to use his own pace to fight guerrillas.
He dodged left and right, his body erratic, and took advantage of the neutral position during Hanba's attack to quickly counterattack with his fists.
This terrifying destructive power is wrapped around the fist, and every punch can tear Hanba's body to pieces.
But Hanba's resilience was amazing at this time, and her body was like lava. Whenever she was hurt, a layer of flame would appear in that location.
The wound will be restored to its original state in the blink of an eye.
Shiva frowned, feeling a hint of anxiety in his heart.
Although the monster in front of him is not as strong as him, his ability is too weird.
His vitality seemed to be endless, no matter how hard he hit, the opponent could recover quickly.
And her attacks contain a special kind of poison, which is like fire poison, but more domineering than fire poison.
Once contaminated, the divinity in the body will be quickly eroded.
"That's the only way to use it."
A look of solemnity flashed in Shiva's eyes, and his body quickly retreated, keeping distance from Hanba.
Blue lines appeared on his body, and with each additional line, his aura increased.
This is the power of the twelve Tianzhu gods of Tianzhu, representing the twelve main gods of Tianzhu.
Now he uses himself as the core and borrows the strength of the other party to forcibly improve his own strength.
Thunder, frost, fire, storm...
Various forces appeared on his body and then converged on his arm.
Hanba felt the power coming from Shiva, and a trace of envy flashed in his eyes.
She didn't envy the other person's strength, but she envied him that there were so many people around him who were willing to lend him their power.
And myself...
"Maybe this is my final destination."
She is a drought demon, an alien. She is not in the Three Realms and Five Elements, and cannot enter reincarnation.
The world fears her and hates her.
Even her biological father kept a distance from her.
A drop of fiery red magma fell from the corner of his eye.
That was her last tear.
It is also her last nostalgia for this world.
"Everything is over. There will no longer be drought demons in the world. You no longer need to be afraid of me."
The high temperature on the Drought Demon's body suddenly increased dozens of times, and a pair of sharp claws turned as red as magma.
Just as she was about to rush out, she suddenly heard countless whispers in her ears.
"Goddess Ba, you must win and come back alive."
"Sister Goddess, come on, defeat Shiva."
"Master Hanbao, come on!"
"Must survive."
"You must not die, hold on."
"..."
Countless whispers, like countless fireflies, blended into Drought Demon's body with warm blessings.
The power of faith!
She actually gained the faith of the Chinese people at this time.
"Your Highness Tiannu Ba, you must win. Whether you are a female Ba or a Han Ba, you are the Valkyrie of our Chinese nation."
The mark on Jiang Wenming's forehead shone brightly.
A golden light flew out of his body and then poured into Han Bao's body.
And there is a red line between Hanbao's eyebrows.
Conferred God!
As the heir to the first generation of the Lord of Heaven, Jiang Wenming consecrated Han Bao to a god.
Red Flame Valkyrie!
This unique title, this title that fits her perfectly.
In the Chinese Pantheon, next to the many gods, there is a weak oil lamp, independent of all systems, standing there alone.
Seven characters were clearly engraved on the oil lamp - Red Flame Valkyrie Hanba.
This means that she has been recognized by the Chinese National Games.
From now on, he is no longer a lonely ghost, but an orthodox god of China.
Even if she dies, her name will be remembered by the world.
The Yellow Emperor did not give her the status back then, but this time Jiang Wenming gave it to Hua Xia.
Feeling the power of faith pouring into his body, a smile finally appeared on Hanbao's face.
He nodded in the direction of Jiang Wenming and opened his mouth as if to say something.
However, because the temperature in the arena was too high, the space was somewhat distorted, and Jiang Wenming was unable to judge what the other party was saying through the shape of his mouth.
The crimson flame carrying the expectations of all living beings collided with the power of the twelve pillar gods.
The sky and the earth lost their color, leaving only a vast expanse of white.
