Genshin Impact: The Road to Reversal

Chapter 598 Ice Feather

A blood-red light shot into the sky, forming a tornado that swept wildly across everything around it.

The gale then triggered an avalanche, which led to the engulfment of the zombie horde, turning the entire snowfield into chaos.

But more undead surged forth from the snow. It stood at the rear of the formation, its ten fingers flying like butterfly wings, its "Thousand Transformations" becoming countless phantom weapons, precisely embedding themselves into the hands of each newborn undead, giving them even sharper fangs.

"I can't believe she actually had such strength hidden away." Itte gritted his teeth, revealing a look of horror for the first time.

The phantom's black gun lightly touched the ground. He never engaged in direct combat, but stood at the forefront, using death itself as bait to provide this battlefield with a continuous stream of "soldiers".

This is a war of attrition with no end.

Peruvelle knew it very well, and Itte knew it even better.

Her cloak was ripped in several places, yet she continued to kill.

The scythe shattered bones, and a tide of blood engulfed the ghostly flames.

Waves of the dead collapsed before her like wheat fields, only to be trampled over by even more of their kind.

The battle has reached a deadlock. To break the deadlock, the only options are to fight until the opponent's strength is exhausted, or to directly target the core of the formation, the true forms of It and the Phantom.

But that road was a dense, impenetrable mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​bones.

"No, if the teacher can do it, then I must too..."

Back then, Phoenix forged a city with his own body, overcoming first and foremost hordes of monsters. Now, while the zombie horde is troublesome, it has time to rise again.

Not all the dead can awaken and emerge from the ground in an instant. And that brief interval is the opportunity to close that distance.

Therefore, she had to be even faster, even if it exceeded her body's limits!

She frowned, turned around again, and quickened her pace.

In my mind, only one thing remained—moving forward.

The scythe tore open slit after slit in the horde of undead, and a blood-red aura wove an impenetrable net around her. She had lost count of how many bones she had shattered; she simply swung her blade mechanically, slashing and charging forward.

Her muscles were protesting; each swing of the blade felt like tearing tendons apart. But she couldn't stop.

Fine cracks had appeared on the blood-red wings, like glass on the verge of shattering. She didn't care.

The blades of the twin scythes began to curl, and the crimson light gradually dimmed. She continued to swing her sword.

five meters.

She was five meters away from It.

At this moment, the composure on It's face finally vanished. He stared at the figure in the horde of corpses getting closer and closer to him, his lips pressed into a thin line.

three meters.

"Now!"

"Fall here!"

boom!

Peruvier crossed her two scythes, pouring all the remaining blood and energy in her body into this one strike.

Wherever the blood-stained blade passed, the undead vanished like paper scraps. It's pupils contracted sharply, and in an instant, its shape-shifting form transformed into a giant shield, with layers upon layers of energy barriers unfolding before it.

However, when Peruvieri gathered the crimson color, it did not spread wildly, but only produced a sharp glint that pierced the heavens and the earth.

The first layer, the second layer, the third layer... the barrier that Itte had gathered with all his might was as fragile as paper in the face of this blood-red light that had been condensed to the extreme.

The giant shield shattered with a crash, scattering metal fragments everywhere. It was thrown away by an irresistible force, his chest caved in, and blood gushed out.

"PhD!"

The Phantom finally moved.

He raised the black gun to his shoulder and thrust it in only slightly.

Peruvier tried to raise her hand to defend, but the strain on her body restricted her movements. What was supposed to be a simple attack, one that could be dodged at any moment, became unavoidable in that instant.

Her strength was already exhausted; her blood wings had shattered, and fragments were falling to the ground. Even the strength to lift her arm had been drained by that last attack.

"Damn it, is this it... teacher..."

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and even the wind and snow seemed to freeze in mid-air.

The black gun's edge was already at her throat. Peruvier closed her eyes, unwilling, but powerless to change anything.

"careful!"

Peruvieri was startled. Just as the black gun was about to pierce her throat, a cold glint flashed, and the next second, a familiar figure stood between her and the phantom.

It was Funinna. At this moment, she had the same ice wings as Phoenix behind her and held an Ice Soul Sword in her hand, standing upright in front of him.

"Are you alright, Miss Peruvier?" she asked, turning around.

"Miss Funina? How come you..." Her eyes widened in surprise, she really hadn't expected that it would be her who saved her.

When she first met Furness at the castle, her resemblance to Phoenix stirred a storm in her heart.

To Peruvier's disappointment, compared to her former teacher, Funina's personality was too weak, so much so that she was often protected by Mona. Although part of this was out of Mona's affection and protectiveness, she could not bear that the reincarnation of Teacher Phoenix would be such an innocent girl who had never even been to the battlefield.

But now, this girl is standing in front of him.

"Is there any need to ask? Of course we're here to help. Don't worry, I saw Mo Yan and the others heading this way on my way. They should be here soon." Funina smiled, while keeping a watchful eye on the phantom and Itte with her sword drawn.

At this moment, Itt finally calmed down. He shook his head and slowly got up.

"Damn it, you're really troublesome, you bastard."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he froze when he saw Funina.

"Wait, it's you, girl?" He was instantly enraged. "I haven't settled the score for the last time you destroyed my spaceship, deleted my resources, and ruined my base. And today you dare to ruin my plans again."

Upon hearing this, Funina scoffed disdainfully: "Hmph, you're the one who dragged me into the base, and you even used the virus to steal the Abyss's research data. How can you blame me?"

Itte's chest heaved, a mixture of anger and apprehension surging within him. He knew better than anyone the terrifying power hidden within this seemingly fragile girl. Although he didn't yet fully control it, she was still a formidable opponent.

"Very well, very well! Let's settle all our scores today, old and new!"

That being said, he did not take immediate action.

His gaze swept over the ice wings behind Funina, then over the Ice Soul Sword in her hand, and finally settled on her heterochromatic eyes.

Different.

Last time in the abyss, those eyes were filled with confusion and fear, as if the person had manipulated them like prey. But now, those eyes hold vigilance and determination, but no cowardice.

"Interesting." He sneered. "Phantom, deal with this nuisance first."

The phantom didn't respond, but it had already taken action. The black gun suddenly changed direction.

"Miss Funina, be careful, their strength is extraordinary," Peruvieri said worriedly.

But Funina smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

She took a deep breath, and her ice wings unfurled behind her.

Those are not Phoenix's wings. Phoenix's wings, which once terrified countless enemies, were a symbol of holiness.

Funinna's ice wings were smaller and lighter, with irregular edges, like those of a fledgling bird.

Those were her own wings, symbolizing innocence and purity.