Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 488 - 243: The Time Erosion Witch Regrets Her Guts Out!

The clear ringing of the blade overshadowed all the clamor of the battlefield, reaching straight into the heavens.

The elongated dark gold blade, held single-handedly by Fang Qingyu, transformed into an arc of light.

On the blade’s surface, purple-blue thunder patterns and dark red tribulation fire intertwined and roared in an instant!

Abyssal Dragon Decree!

As the blade emerges, it issues a decree!

The decree commands the enemy before him... death!

The moment the sword aura left the blade, it surged against the wind.

Instantly transforming into a massive dragon’s phantom, as solid as reality, with scales and claws flying, entwined with purple-blue thunder and dark red tribulation fire.

The dragon’s eyes glared fiercly, reflecting the molten gold vertical pupils of Fang Qingyu.

With a supreme authority that decrees all things, it tore down upon the Time Erosion Witch, whose throat was gripped tightly and unable to move.

"No——!!!"

In the dark purple pupils of the Time Erosion Witch, the reflection of the all-consuming death dragon shattered her final mental defenses, unleashing a desperate cry of desolation before annihilation.

However, the sound abruptly ceased.

Hiss—!

Like a heated dining knife slicing through solidified butter.

The dark gold dragon-shaped blade gang, condensed to the extreme, pierced through the Time Erosion Witch’s battered body without obstruction.

Entering from beneath her gripped neck, it slashed obliquely downward, sweeping past her waist and abdomen.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

On the face of the Time Erosion Witch, terror and venomous hatred twisted to the extreme, instantly froze.

The body’s movements, the struggling hands, the intent to activate the "Entropy of Time", all came to a halt.

A straight crack, glimmering with dark gold and red-purple light, quietly appeared across her waist.

The next moment.

Puff—!!!

A massive torrent of blood and shattered viscera, gleaming with eerie dark gold sheen, exploded violently from the crack like a berry crushed by force.

The shattered body of the Time Erosion Witch, silently split along the mirror-like smooth cut surface into upper and lower halves.

That dark purple eye stared fixedly at Fang Qingyu, who was close at hand, the last light in the pupils quickly dimming and extinguishing, leaving only endless void and incredulous bewilderment.

It seemed that even unto death one could not understand why one would end in such a manner, so easily.

Whoosh...

The heavy ancient book "Entropy of Time," clutched tightly to her chest, lost the last wisp of binding power the moment her body shattered, and the gears, hourglass, and broken chain emblems on the dark gold cover abruptly dimmed.

The whole book crumbled silently and unnoticed like a sand sculpture weathered by eons, transforming into countless golden dust particles twinkling with faint light, dissipating rapidly in the scorching wind without leaving any trace.

[Time Erosion Witch recorded, rewarded 5 skill points]

The cold prompt message clearly appeared in Fang Qingyu’s consciousness map.

Without a look at the scattering light dust, the few drops of dark gold blood on Dragon Sparrow Calamity-Slaying Blade instantly evaporated in the leaping thunder fire.

With a flick of the wrist, the long blade let out a clear humming, shaking off the remaining blood before resounding back into its sheath.

Until this moment, the witch’s sundered remains, as if drained of all support, powerlessly fell from high altitude, crashing heavily onto the scorched earth below, kicking up a plume of dust.

Then, amidst the remaining thunder fire aura, they quickly blackened and carbonized, ultimately turning into two small, unremarkable heaps of ash, blown away by the wind.

Fang Qingyu’s gaze swept over the completely obliterated witch to where the book "Entropy of Time" dissipated, pausing slightly for a moment, with eyebrows faintly furrowing.

As expected... unreachable.

It seems this book is not something that can be meddled with at present.

Next, without further entanglement, he slowly turned around, as the dark gold dragon scales quietly receded like a tide.

The tall, upright figure returned to its normal state.

Fang Qingyu’s sight, beyond the pervasive smoke and dust, cast towards the boiling core of the battlefield.