The experience gained from five lives made Roland deeply realize that the biggest gap between the two lies in the individual. Powerful weapons are prone to affecting oneself, while fixed fortresses become targets for Divine Will sigils. Moreover, the opponent most likely knew the recipe for snow powder. If she recklessly stuck to him, trying to perish together, or directly collapsed the rooftop, he couldn't outlast so many lives.

If he couldn't restrict the freedom of the Pure, this duel was doomed to failure.

What should he do?

A cage? Directional mines? An electric grid? Laser fences? Answers kept popping up in his mind, only to be rejected one by one. None of these could permanently imprison Jie Luo. The position after death could be the same spot, or any corner of the rooftop, and his energy had clearly reached its lowest point. Constantly creating expendable items was tantamount to wasting the few remaining resurrection chances. Once he failed, perhaps the next time would be his true death.

He needed to deprive her of mobility.

He needed to protect the integrity of the rooftop.

And he had to kill her hundreds of times in one go...

Was this... possible?

Roland took a deep breath. "In over two hundred years, how many such battles have you experienced?"

"Over a thousand, or more, but only a handful have left an impression on me," Jie Luo replied. "Their will was far stronger than yours, but ultimately they were defeated by endless death. Few people would choose to continue enduring torture when faced with a hopeless end." She paused for a moment. "Do you still insist on your previous approach?"

"My hopes are indeed slim, I just want to satisfy my curiosity before everything ends. In over a thousand battles, have you never failed?"

"If I had failed, I wouldn't be standing here."

"Why," Roland slowly sat down, conserving his remaining strength, "has no one ever conceived of a lava pit or deep sea, relying on a stronger spirit to defeat you before you gained such immense spiritual power?"

"That's not a novel idea, but no one has been able to do it," Jie Luo walked in front of him. "Just changing the place we're standing, the spiritual power consumed is no less than dying, let alone trying to change the whole world? Only a god could do that."

"My world has no gods," he said regretfully.

"So you've decided to give up?" The Pure lifted his chin. "Then submit to me, return to me."

"Sorry," Roland smiled, placed his hands on Jie Luo's shoulders, and then gently pushed. "I want to try one more time."

Jie Luo got up and drew her weapon, only to find that the distance between them was constantly increasing.

Her expression changed, and she wanted to pounce forward, but she soon noticed that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't advance even an inch further—even running at full speed, her body was still sliding backward! Jie Luo looked down. The rooftop floor beneath her feet had become as smooth as a mirror at some point.

However, contrary to her common sense, even though the ground was so smooth, she wouldn't slip. No matter what action she took, her body remained still, as if nailed to the ground.

"It seems your amazing mobility is no longer working," Roland said. "Without the support of friction, even a monster like you can't take another step forward."

"What did you do?" Jie Luo bent down, using her hands and feet, but she couldn't decelerate or change direction.

"Just made a small change to the battlefield." He changed to a more comfortable sitting position. "It seems that as long as the changes aren't too big, the spiritual power needed to change the environment won't be too outrageous. By the way, have you heard of the law of inertia?"

"Inertia...?"

"When an object is not acted upon by an external force, it will remain at rest or continue moving in a straight line at a constant speed. Of course, you can also call it Newton's first law." As he spoke, Roland crashed into the rooftop railing and stopped, and then the ground beneath his feet underwent a dramatic change!

Steel frames grew out of the ground and continued to extend towards the sky, followed by sheet metal covering these dark frames—soon a cold, gleaming obelisk appeared behind Roland. Each layer of the obelisk was evenly divided into a dozen rectangular units, looking like a stretched Rubik's Cube from a distance. A black, hollow steel pipe protruded from the center of each rectangular unit, pointing directly at Jie Luo, who was still sliding at a constant speed.

"Now it's my turn."

Jie Luo had realized the danger. She raised her long sword, and golden light flashed again.

But this time, Roland was faster.

Nearly a hundred steel pipes roared simultaneously. huoyao combustion instantly heated the air to over a thousand degrees, and the high pressure generated by the rapidly expanding air pushed the shells in the steel pipes out of the tubes, rushing towards the Pure at a speed of one thousand nine hundred meters per second. The deafening roar shook the teaching building, and the campus, just plunged into darkness, was instantly illuminated as if it were broad daylight!

Trillions of turrets, quadrillions of starlight!

The night sky was lit up by light and fire, like fireflies flapping their wings—dense light spots dragged dazzling trails in the darkness, intersecting and pouring down on the position indicated by the Precursor. The fireflies worked hard to flap their wings, emitting a sharp whistle, as if declaring their arrival to the world.

Then they crashed to the ground.

At that moment, the light of the fireflies was magnified tens of thousands of times, their bodies turned into scorching fragments, scattered and splashed... Accompanying this dazzling light was a earth-shattering explosion, echoing the whistling in the sky, forming a single piece—but Roland could no longer hear this sonata woven from metal and huoyao. His eardrums had been shattered by the high-pitched sound waves when the black obelisk spewed out the first flame—the huge cannon barrels roared to their heart's content beneath him, and the scorching air made his cheeks feel painful, but he felt extremely happy.

Standing on the obelisk, the world had become completely different.

The entire rooftop was like being divided into equal chessboards, with artillery pouring into each square. He saw the Pure being lifted by the explosion, rolling up and down like a leaf in a storm—under the coverage of artillery fire, no life could survive. When she was reborn, the dying fireflies would follow and engulf her again. She couldn't escape either. On the frictionless ground, she couldn't even change her direction, and could only watch countless light spots dragging long tails of flame, whistling down in front of her.

"This is impossible!"

Jie Luo shouted in disbelief, "You can't create something out of nothing, this kind of thing... can't exist at all!"

After being subjected to countless artillery fire, the ground was still as smooth as new, without a trace of scratches, as if the fireflies flying all over the sky had nothing to do with it. Smoother than a mirror, harder than steel, this kind of thing could not exist at all! The Pure screamed hysterically.

Even if he couldn't hear her voice, Roland could guess how she felt—he couldn't turn himself into a Superman, but he could create power no less than that of a Superman.

He changed the spacing of the atoms on the ground surface.

The atoms were tightly attached to each other by strong interactions, like soldiers in a queue, lined up in a neat row. Such a surface was almost absolutely smooth and had incredible strength. The tetrahedral structure of diamond was as soft as water in front of it.

Jie Luo's movement was completely restricted. She couldn't run, couldn't dodge, and could only rise and fall with the artillery fire and wind. This had nothing to do with will, but was a huge difference in perception.

She tried to activate the Divine Will sigil several times, but the continuous artillery fire didn't give her any chance to breathe. Gradually, Jie Luo could no longer maintain her appearance.

Please, let me go! Her voice rang directly in Roland's heart.

Are you going to kill your sister? It turned into Garcia's plea for a while.

Stop, you beast, you're murdering a relative! Then came the reprimand of Wimbledon III.

However, Roland remained unmoved.

It's time to end this. He responded in his heart, I will walk the path against the demons for you, rest in peace!

No, I won't let you go———

—!

With Jie Luo's piercing roar, a dazzling languang instantly lit up the entire night sky——

Then, the world shattered.