The second step Shuang Ling took forward, the cold air was no longer scattered ice shards.
It transformed into surging pale-blue mist that completely enveloped several meters around her into a frozen domain.
Visible changes rampaged across her body.
The originally tight clothing was covered as ice-blue hard carapace broke out from beneath the skin, layering over her shoulders, neck, torso, and limbs.
The texture was like deep-sea cold crystal, yet still carried the flexible patterns of biological tissue.
A faint crack of bone came from the base of her spine.
A cold-gleaming scorpion stinger suddenly thrust out, a drop of venom hanging from the tip.
What made Ella’s pupils contract slightly was the area of Shuang Ling’s collarbones.
The skin suddenly split open in six fine seams.
Six eyes of identical size, their pupils the color of ice, opened one after another, arranged vertically.
They held none of human softness—only inorganic cold sharpness.
Only now did Ella realize that this most loyal weapon of hers still hid such a trump card.
On ordinary days she had completely concealed this terrifying mutation without a trace.
This was a combat form she would only reveal when facing a true powerful enemy.
On the outer sides of her arms, the carapace extended into sharp arm blades.
Frost madly condensed on the edges, making the blades surge in length until they exceeded half a meter.
The blade surfaces flashed with cold light; even the air being cut produced a faint hiss.
With her complete combat mode activated, Shuang Ling completely shed the usual deference of a subordinate.
There was not the slightest human emotional fluctuation.
What radiated from her body was only the oppressive presence of a top-tier biological weapon—pure, cold, born solely for slaughter and devouring.
Even so, Ella’s heart remained tightly clenched.
Her fingertips anxiously rubbed against each other until the pads turned white.
Angels and demons were originally the most elite professions on the front lines of war.
Moreover, these two before them—from their seasoned movements and the casual yet lethal glint in their eyes—were clearly no rookies fresh out of training, but veterans who had crawled through slaughter for a long time.
Could Shuang Ling alone, fighting two at once, really hold on?
“Tch. Every time she steals all the spotlight. So fucking boring.”
A dissatisfied grumble came from the pink-haired mouthy creation not far away.
There was a trace of sourness in her tone, yet her eyes remained tightly fixed on Shuang Ling in the center of the battlefield, without the slightest real carelessness.
Ella turned her head and just happened to see Dieyi bracing against the wall to stand up.
She patted the dust off her body.
The bloodstains on her skin were slowly healing at a visible speed.
“Are you okay, Dieyi?”
“I’m fine… just a small wound.”
Ella was briefly speechless.
As a butterfly maiden with a delicate appearance, Dieyi should have been the agile, swift type skilled at surprise attacks.
Yet looking at her now, it seemed all her skill points had been invested in toughness and self-healing.
This contrast was truly bizarre.
No wonder she was always the first to get hit, yet always the quickest to get back up.
Looking at these creations that still remained at the “Failures” stage, the thought in Ella’s heart grew firmer.
She had to find a suitable location as soon as possible, rebuild the Insect Nest, and restore the basic cultivation and adjustment functions of the nest.
She would thoroughly evolve and upgrade Dieyi, Yiwen, and Zhuluo from their current semi-finished state until they at least reached the level of a mature weapon like Shuang Ling.
Only then could they survive under the Alliance’s encirclement and become her true combat power.
On the battlefield, there was already no extra time for thinking.
The female angel moved first.
Her pure white wings abruptly unfurled.
Sacred golden light erupted from around her body.
Light elements condensed into several sharp blades of light, carrying a scorching aura of purifying the abyss as they cleaved straight toward Shuang Ling.
The male demon beside her followed closely.
His pitch-black bat wings gave a single beat, and his figure transformed into a dark shadow.
His sharp claws, wrapped in corrosive black mist, lunged straight at Shuang Ling’s flank.
The two coordinated with tacit understanding—clearly long-time partners.
The moment they struck, they sealed off every possible evasion space with killing moves.
In the next second, Shuang Ling stepped.
There was no roar, no charging power, not even any superfluous movement.
Her figure suddenly vanished from its original spot, leaving only an afterimage frozen by cold air.
Yes, this was how it should be.
Angels and demons were powerful, of course, but standing before them was her own creation—the ultimate humanoid weapon that had condensed ten years of her painstaking effort.
Shuang Ling’s reaction speed had long surpassed human physiological limits.
Her six eyes operated simultaneously, locking onto every minute movement of the angel and demon from all directions.
Even the flight trajectory of the light blades and the angle of the demon’s claw swings were clearly captured.
Her body was like a precision-crafted killing machine.
Every muscle, every section of carapace, every nerve as fine as spider silk served the battle.
There was not the slightest redundancy, not half a moment of hesitation.
The ice-blue figure weaved between golden light and dark shadow, so fast it was reduced to nothing more than a pale-blue stream of light.
The angel’s light blades struck only an afterimage, shattering a patch of condensed ice mist.
The demon’s claws swept past without even touching the hem of her clothes.
In the instant Shuang Ling sidestepped the demon’s surprise attack, the six eyes at her collarbones locked onto the angel’s opening at the same time.
Her right arm swung out fiercely.
The frost arm blade sliced through the air with a hiss, leaving a perfectly straight ice scar in the air.
The angel hurriedly beat her wings and retreated.
The edge of her feathers was still grazed by the ice blade.
Pure white feathers instantly froze into ice crystals and shattered as they fell.
In the moment the sacred golden light collided with the frost power, it was forcibly suppressed.
At the same time the scorpion stinger thrust out with speed too fast to see, aiming straight for the demon’s face.
The demon could only hastily turn and block.
Claw and stinger collided.
The skin on his arm was frozen to a bluish-white by the cold.
He had never dealt with a monster like this.
She was like a robot.
All eight eyes continuously acquired and processed every piece of information without pause.
Shuang Ling remained expressionless from beginning to end.
There was no joy, no anxiety, and certainly no sense of pain.
Even when an angel’s light blade grazed the carapace on her shoulder and left a scorching mark, she only continuously adjusted her posture.
Arm blade, scorpion tail, and cold air—the three attack methods linked seamlessly.
Every strike precisely targeted the enemy’s vital points.
She was not “fighting.”
She was executing a program.
As a high-level biological weapon personally crafted by Ella, the meaning of her existence was to stand in front of Her Majesty and tear every enemy to pieces.
She actually possessed few human combat techniques.
She was only cold, efficient, and completely emotionless.
The collisions on the battlefield grew more intense.
Golden light intertwined with frost.
Dark shadows tangled with venomous stingers.
Shuang Ling’s figure weaved through them all.
Her inhuman swiftness and ruthlessness tightly pinned down the two Alliance elites.
She was bleeding.
Her skin was cut open, her carapace cracked, but the wounds on the angel and demon were far more severe.
The toxin from Shuang Ling’s stinger had already spread to their faces.
Her continuous attacks suppressed the angel so thoroughly that she could not use holy light to heal herself.
Barely one minute later, the battle ended.
Wiping away the blood near the corner of her eye that belonged to the enemy, white smoke began to rise from Shuang Ling’s body.
She was dissipating heat.