Rebirth after the apocalypse: I create a new world with space!

Some were broken directly in half, making painful "crunching" sounds, which seemed like the last cry of the trees before their life disappeared.

Some were uprooted, carrying large pieces of dirt and rocks, drawing an awkward arc in the air before falling heavily, raising a cloud of dust, like the end of the world.

The raised dust filled the air, making the surrounding environment darker and blurry, as if the world was covered by a gray curtain.

In the blink of an eye, the Corpse King disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind only the whistling sound of the wind and the faint vibration of the ground, demonstrating the hasty and decisiveness of its departure.

"Want to run? Not that easy!" Li Luo snorted coldly.

Her eyebrows were slightly raised, and her eyes revealed a hint of determination and disdain, as if in her eyes, the corpse king's escape was just a futile struggle.

The metal blade she was holding tightly in her hand instantly turned into a stream of light and chased in the direction where the Corpse King disappeared like a meteor chasing the moon.

The sharp blade seemed to have life in her hand, shining with cold light and making a slight whistling sound as it cut through the air, as if it was excited for the upcoming hunt.

Li Luo's figure is as light as a feather and as agile as a raccoon, like a lively light and shadow among the mountains and forests.

But the speed at which she chased the Corpse King was much faster than that. After all, she had the ability to teleport.

Her eyes were as fast as lightning, locking onto the direction in which the Corpse King was fleeing. In an instant, her figure disappeared from the spot.

The space seemed to have opened a series of invisible doors for her, and she moved freely between them.

Every time it appeared, it was several meters away, and then disappeared again, as if jumping back and forth between reality and illusion.

Her figure was like a fleeting phantom in the night sky, leaving vague traces in the mountains and forests.

The powerful force generated by the teleportation brought about gusts of wind, the whistling sound exploded in her ears like thunder, and blew her hair backwards like a flaming flag, showing her heroic posture.

The momentum was like the arrival of the god of war, causing everything to tremble.

In a flash, Li Luo used teleportation to quickly close the distance between himself and the Corpse King.

Without any hesitation, she suddenly jumped high up, her body stretched in the air, like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring, drawing a graceful arc.

The arc seemed to be painted in the night sky with the most delicate brushstrokes. It was breathtakingly beautiful, and had a power that shocked the soul.

Just as she jumped up, a golden light flashed in her eyes, and she once again condensed the powerful gold-based supernatural power.

The space around the fleeing corpse king seemed to be torn apart suddenly, and countless metal spikes appeared in an instant like mushrooms after a rain.

Each of these metal spikes is like the gleaming fangs of the god of death, so sharp that it seems it can pierce through anything hard in the world.

They glow with a cold metallic luster, flashing a cold light in the darkness, and each one exudes a terrifying breath of death.

The aura was like a substantial black mist, entwined around the spikes, as if announcing their terror to the world.

Then, these spikes moved and combined rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they became like a tightly-fitting steel cage, trapping the Corpse King tightly inside.

The spikes are so tight that there is no gap at all. They are intertwined and entangled with each other, like a carefully woven steel net, or a solid fortress made of steel, forming an indestructible line of defense.

The corpse king felt the threat from all around him, and its remaining sanity was taken over by the desire to survive, and it began to hit the metal spikes frantically.

Every impact was like a small earthquake, causing violent fluctuations in the surrounding air.

The corpse king's broken body suffered even more serious damage in the collision.

Black juice continued to flow out from its wound, flowing down like a black waterfall.

The juice dripped onto the ground, as if it was cruelly counting down the end of its life.

With every drop of juice lost, its power disappears.

The momentum that was originally so violent that it could change the color of the sky and the earth gradually weakened, like a flame that was about to go out, gasping for air in the wind.

Li Luo saw the right opportunity and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

Her eyes became sharper, like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining with brilliant and firm light.

I saw her raising the sharp metal blade in her hand high again. The movement was done in one go, as if an ancient god of war raised his sword to the sky, with a momentum of creating the world.

Then she chopped down the corpse king fiercely.

This blow was like a mountain falling down on one's head or the Milky Way pouring down on one's head, crushing the Corpse King with an unmatched, earth-shattering momentum.

As the sharp blade fell, it cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, as if the god of death was blowing his death horn.

The Corpse King felt the cold breath of death coming towards him, and a trace of fear flashed in his only remaining eye.

It tried to dodge again, but its broken body was no longer under its control.

It seemed as if all its bones and muscles had been pulled out, and it was so weak and powerless that it could only watch helplessly as the sharp blade emitting the light of death fell towards it, unable to do anything.

A low growl emanated from its throat.

That was its unwillingness to die and also its last struggle.

"Puff!" Accompanied by a dull and terrifying sound, the metal blade seemed to be wrapped in a tremendous force, and stabbed towards the corpse king like a hot knife through butter.

The sharp blade penetrated deeply into the corpse king's body without any hindrance, as smoothly as a hot knife cutting through butter, without any delay or tremor.

There was a flash of cold light, and the sharp blade started from the withered and shriveled head on the corpse king's neck, which exuded the breath of death, and passed like a meteor, going straight to the hideous head at its navel.

The process was as fast as lightning, but in Li Luo's eyes it was as clear as slow motion.

In her eyes, the world seemed to stand still, with only the sharp blade ruthlessly reaping the lives of the enemies.

Wherever the sharp blade passed, the corpse king's body was easily cut like a piece of fragile paper.

Black juice gushed out from the huge wound like a surging spring, splashing all around like a black fountain.

The juice had a sickening stench.

The stench seemed to be a tangible thing, quickly spreading in the air, making everything around seem to be shrouded in the breath of death.

Immediately afterwards, the two halves of the corpse king's body fell to the sides under the action of inertia, like two collapsed black towers, raising a cloud of dust that covered the sky.