Chapter 594: Miraculous Transformation

Several arrows flew in from the side, striking the monster's arm with precision!

The monster halted, turned its head, and let out a roar of Rage.

A white figure burst out of the ruins over there, moving at astonishing speed!

The figure rushed to San Yue Qi's side, grabbed her arm in one hand, and yanked hard!

San Yue Qi was pulled up into the air!

The white figure leapt and darted through the ruins with her, and in a few bounds cleared the monster's attack range!

Bang!

The two landed behind a low wall.

San Yue Qi gasped heavily, looked up at the person who had saved her—

Silver‑white long hair, fluffy Fox Ears, a fluffy fox tail, and that familiar face.

"Bai… Baiheng Miss?!"

Bai Hang turned, smiled at her.

"Fortunately, we made it in time."

As the words fell, the low wall exploded with a Boom—!

A massive silhouette surged from the smoke, swinging a StoneRod horizontally!

Bai Hang's pupils contracted; instinctively she shoved San Yue Qi to the side—

Bang!

San Yue Qi was knocked rolling away, but as she steadied herself she saw the StoneRod heading straight for Bai Hang!

Bai Hang leapt back desperately, but the StoneRod was too fast, about to strike her—

San Yue Qi didn't have time to think, drew her bow and fired several Ice Arrows!

The Ice Arrows hit the monster's arm precisely; they couldn't wound it, but it paused its movement.

Seizing the chance, Bai Hang twisted her body in mid‑air, barely dodging the blow!

Boom—!

The StoneRod slammed into the ground, cracking the earth, sending shards flying!

After landing, Bai Hang staggered two steps, then lifted her head and met San Yue Qi's gaze.

Both simultaneously nocked their bows, aiming at the monster.

A powerful Magic Wave erupted from Bai Hang's body!

The magic was black, pure darkness like a devouring black hole, coalescing around her before surging into the arrow perched on the bow!

The arrow began to emit a dazzling Black Light!

"Martyrdom—!!!"

She released the bowstring!

The Black Light shot toward the Berserker like a comet; everything it passed fell into absolute darkness!

San Yue Qi also released her bowstring at the same time, a swarm of Ice Arrows following the Black Light, pouring toward the Berserker!

The Berserker let out a thunderous roar, grasped the StoneRod with both hands, and slammed it into the ground with all its might!

Boom—!!!

A terrifying shockwave rippled outward, the ground shuddered violently, and a deep fissure spread from its feet to both sides!

The wave was so fierce it deflected the Black Light and the Ice Arrows off course!

The Black Light skimmed the Berserker's body, slammed into the ruins behind it, blasting a massive crater dozens of meters wide!

The Ice Arrows were blown apart by the wave, only a few barely hit, leaving shallow frost on its body!

San Yue Qi and Bai Hang were knocked back several steps by the wave, barely regaining their footing.

The Berserker turned, its blood‑red eyes fixed on them, advancing step by step.

Perspective shift.

Ilya curled up behind the large leather sofa, her whole body folded into a ball, breathing so lightly and slowly that even a whisper might be heard, fearing any sound would be noticed by the purple‑haired woman sitting not far away on the sofa.

She chose her spot well, tucked into a shadowy pile of junk in the corner; from Ailixiya's angle she was completely invisible, yet she could clearly watch the living room through the sofa's gap and the wilted green plant's leaves.

Ailixiya lounged on the sofa directly opposite the hole, posture lazy like a cat basking in the afternoon sun.

She crossed her legs, the purple‑black skirt slipping from the knees, revealing slender calves and delicate high‑heeled shoes.

She tilted her head slightly, crimson eyes gazing through the huge hole at the golden‑lit sky beyond, a faint, half‑smile playing on her lips, a hint of amusement in it, as if the earth‑shaking battle outside was merely an entertaining fireworks show to her.

Robin stood right behind her, less than half a meter away, motionless.

From Ilya's viewpoint, only Robin's profile was visible—its once‑gentle smiling face now completely expressionless, as cold and hollow as a plaster statue.

She wore the purple‑black dress modified by Ailixiya; its cut resembled Robin's original style, but the color was entirely different, the silver ribbons now a strange dark red that glimmered faintly in the weak moonlight.

Her blue hair fell loose, strands dulled of their former shine, a few strands draped over her chest, fluttering gently with the night breeze drifting in through the window.

Her lake‑green eyes were half‑open, pupils scattered, unfocused, staring straight ahead, as if seeing nothing at all.

Ilya watched the Robin in that state, feeling as if something had gripped her heart hard, throbbing with pain.

She recalled Robin singing, recalled how she gently stroked her hair in the park, recalled the eyes full of laughter when she said, "Ilya is truly brave."

Those memories clashed painfully with the cold doll before her, making her want to rush out and snatch Robin back right now.

But she couldn't.

Ailixiya was right there, too close to Robin.

With that woman's power, a mere glimpse would be instantly suppressed.

Then not only could she not save Robin, she would be dragged in as well.

Ilya bit her lip, forced herself to stay calm, and continued observing.

The golden sky outside the window was still burning, countless golden lights fell like a meteor shower, each triggering violent tremors on the ground; even at this distance, Ilya could feel that terrifying Magic Wave.

She didn't know what was happening outside, and it wasn't her concern; the focus was on the problem before her.

How to save Robin?

She thought it over and found only one simple method—knock Robin unconscious, then carry it away.

But the problem is, how can she keep that purple‑haired woman away from Robin?

Even if only for a few seconds, give her a chance to get close to Robin, then strike her with a club, then run away with her.

Ilya's gaze scanned the room, trying to find something she could use.

At that moment, she suddenly noticed her own hand.

The hand was bracing against the floor, maintaining a half‑crouched posture.

In the faint moonlight, she saw on the back of her hand, the skin—no, that wasn't her skin color.

Her skin had originally been fair, with a hint of healthy pink.

But now, the skin on the back of that hand glowed with a strange purple‑gray hue, exactly the same as the color of something in her Memory.

Her hair.

Ilya froze for a second, then slowly raised the other hand, bringing it before her eyes.

The same purple‑gray.

She touched her hair again.

Those strands that should have been silver‑white were now, coiled around her fingertips, a lock of deep violet hair, so dark it was almost black, shimmering with a dim glow in the moonlight.

Ilya's pupils contracted slightly.

The most terrifying thing was her eyes.