The end of the world: no morals, I do whatever I want

Even in such a difficult situation, Gu Cheng's eyes still shone with unwavering brilliance, without any thought of retreating.

Gu Cheng's body was as agile as a swallow, and he dodged to the left and to the right swiftly, cleverly avoiding the continuous attack of the blazing fire and sharp lightning.

At the same time, he focused on every subtle movement of the statue, not missing any clues, and tried his best to find the flaws of the statue.

Beads of sweat flowed down his forehead continuously, and fell into his eye sockets drop by drop, which immediately brought a burst of hot and stinging pain.

But even so, he didn't even dare to blink his eyelids, just because he was worried that he would miss even the most critical moment or detail.

In this way, after a long and extremely difficult battle, Gu Cheng's clothes were completely soaked with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

His forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, each as big as a soybean, rolling down his cheeks.

However, in sharp contrast, his eyes were not tired at all, but became more determined.

Because in this thrilling and fierce battle, through careful observation and repeated thinking of the statue's attack methods, he finally began to gradually understand and master the terrifying attack routine.

He keenly realized that although the statue's every move was as powerful as thunder and lightning, there would always be a very short and imperceptible pause between its movements.

This tiny flaw may not matter to others, but in the eyes of Gu Cheng, who has experienced many battles, it is a key opportunity to turn the tide of the battle.

After making up his mind, Gu Cheng held his breath and concentrated, waiting for the best time to counterattack.

Just as the statue once again swung its arm, which was as thick as a giant pillar, and rushed towards him with the whistling force of the wind, Gu Cheng's eyes flashed, and he exerted force on his feet without hesitation, kicking the ground violently like a spring.

In an instant, he was like an arrow shot out of a string, leaping up at lightning speed, and landing on the statue's muscular, hard and iron-like thick arm with great precision and stability.

Then, Gu Cheng used his hands and feet, and his body was agile and flexible like an extremely agile monkey, and he quickly climbed up along the statue's arm.

At the same time, the statue also noticed Gu Cheng's bold move. It seemed to feel that its majesty was challenged, and it became furious.

The statue waved its arms wildly, trying to throw Gu Cheng down fiercely.

However, Gu Cheng knew that if he let go at this moment, all his efforts would be wasted, so he tried his best to hold the statue's arms tightly, no matter how violently it shook and bumped, he always gritted his teeth and never let go.

During this difficult climbing process full of dangers and crises, Gu Cheng not only had to deal with the violent swings of the statue, but also had to be on guard against other fatal attacks that the statue might launch at any time.

Fortunately, in this doomsday, he has trained himself to have extraordinary agility and a calm state of mind in the face of danger.

With these extraordinary qualities, he successfully turned danger into safety again and again, and avoided the huge dangers that followed one after another without any danger.

Finally, after a lot of hardships and dangers, Gu Cheng successfully climbed to the huge and majestic shoulders of the statue.

He was panting, his chest was heaving violently, and beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, but he did not dare to slack off.

After taking a breath, Gu Cheng quickly adjusted his posture to better cope with the next challenge.

At this moment, the statue, which had been standing quietly, seemed to sense that Gu Cheng was gradually approaching its vital parts, and suddenly became irritable and restless.

The statue began to twist its huge body frantically, and every shake brought a shock like an earthquake.

At the same time, it opened its bloody mouth, spewing out blazing flames and crackling lightning. These powerful forces intertwined together to form a terrifying scene, trying to stop Gu Cheng's courageous steps forward.

However, Gu Cheng had already made up his mind that no matter what difficulties and dangers he encountered, he would never retreat.

He clenched his teeth tightly, veins on his forehead bulged, and his eyes flashed with an incomparably firm light.

Facing the attack of the statue, he was not afraid, and his figure was as flexible as a ghost, shuttling through it, avoiding fatal attacks again and again.

Although his clothes were scorched by the flames and his skin was scarred by lightning, he still rushed forward without hesitation.

When there was still a short distance from his head, Gu Cheng saw the right opportunity and suddenly jumped up.

His body was like an arrow shot from a bow, drawing a graceful and sharp arc in the air, and then landed steadily on the top of the statue.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to freeze.

Standing on the top of the statue, Gu Cheng was like a king who dominated the world, looking down at everything below.

He took a deep breath and felt the cool breeze blowing across his face.

Then, he held the cold-lighting Soul Blade tightly in both hands and poured all his energy into it without reservation.

In an instant, the Soul Blade burst into a dazzling light, like a rising sun, illuminating the dark corners around.

This light was not only dazzling, but also contained endless power and murderous intent.

The ancient temple under the cover of night looked gloomy and mysterious, and the moonlight fell on the dusty ground through the broken window lattices.

Gu Cheng stood in front of the huge statue in the center of the temple with a firm and resolute look in his eyes, holding a split-heart sword in his hand.

The statue was dozens of feet tall, carved from black rock, with a hideous face and eyes flashing with strange red light, which made people shudder.

Gu Cheng took a deep breath and shouted: "Today is your death!"

With this roar, his muscles were tense, his veins bulged, and he used all his strength to stab the split-heart sword in his hand towards the center of the statue's eyebrows.

In an instant, a cold light flashed, and the split-heart sword rushed away like lightning.

There was only a crisp "click" sound, like the sound of breaking ice echoing in the silent temple.

What was shocking was that the seemingly indestructible statue was easily pierced by this knife, and the soul-splitting knife pierced into the statue's head without any hindrance.

The statue suffered such a severe blow that it immediately let out a roar of extreme pain.

The roar was like a thunderous explosion, resounding through the sky and deafening.