Ming Li saw this, unfazed.
The large iron hammer in her hand smashed forward without hesitation.
*Poof!*
The transmigrator was successfully smashed by Ming Li again, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The transmigrator wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, glanced at the spiritual bead that was glowing brighter and brighter, and burst into maniacal laughter like a lunatic.
"Hahahaha! What good does it do you to be so strong? Be destroyed with me! Since I can't have this world, since I can't be the savior of this world, then let this world perish with me! Hahahaha!"
Hearing this, Ming Li's heart remained unmoved. She expressionlessly raised her hand and calmly collected the spiritual bead.
As the spiritual bead fell into Ming Li's palm, its light gradually subsided and then returned to peace, as if nothing had happened, lying quietly in Ming Li's fair palm.
The transmigrator who witnessed this: "......Who am I? Where am I? What just happened? Did I get the script wrong? Why isn't she following the script again?"
And then.
Wasn't she losing the wife and also the soldiers? Where was the world destruction? Where was the demise? Was that spiritual bead a fake one?!
Ming Li threw the spiritual bead back into her space, picked up the large iron hammer again, and quickly closed in on the transmigrator.
The severely injured transmigrator had nowhere to escape and could only brace herself.
The result was.
With one hammer blow from Ming Li, the transmigrator spat out another large mouthful of blood.
With two hammer blows from Ming Li, the transmigrator's snake-like face was smashed askew.
With three hammer blows from Ming Li, the transmigrator was directly hammered back to her original form, gasping weakly.
Ming Li, carrying her hammer, stared coldly at the severely weakened transmigrator lying on the ground with her emotionless eyes and asked, "Where is the person?"
The transmigrator met Ming Li's emotionless gaze and suddenly burst into frenzied laughter, not stopping even though her facial wounds were being pulled.
"Hahahaha! Kill me if you dare!
If you kill me, you'll never see your little zombie king again! And this apocalypse will never return to normal order!
Hahahaha!
Come on!
Kill me!" the transmigrator provokingly challenged Ming Li.
Given the current situation, this woman would definitely not let her go, but so what? She already knew about her past life, and she believed this woman knew too, so this woman would definitely not kill her.
In her previous life, she was the savior of this world. Without her appearance, the world would have remained like this, never recovering its normal order.
The system, lighting a candle on the side, silently lamented, "If you don't court death, you won't die!"
Alas!
Why doesn't this female lead understand such a simple truth?
Living less insightfully than it, a system, is truly pathetic, truly pathetic...
Ming Li sneered, "Heh! You think I wouldn't dare to kill you?"
Alright, she really couldn't kill the transmigrator before finding An Li... but she could still scare her.
Thus, the transmigrator witnessed a terrifying scene that made her soul tremble.
Ming Li slowly raised her slender, fair left hand, and a cluster of eerily glowing black flames slowly rose from her palm.
The moment she saw the black flames, the transmigrator's pupils constricted, and she swallowed hard in fear.
"This is impossible! This is impossible!
How could the Netherworld Fire appear here! This is impossible! This is fake! It's definitely fake!"
Hu Die Lan