The rebirth of the medical warrior, sweeping across the ages

Under the cracked sky, the universe seemed to be split in two, and darkness and light reached an unprecedented confrontation at this moment. Ding Zhihua and Yang Aihong, the couple who fought side by side, stood at the crossroads of the universe's fate. There was no retreat in their eyes, only persistence in justice and desire for victory.

"Zhihua, what I feel is not only the awakening of darkness, but also the awakening of the ancient power sleeping deep in the Eternal Divine Needle." Yang Aihong's voice seemed particularly firm under the reflection of the stars. She gently stroked the Eternal Divine Needle with her hands, as if she was having a silent communication with it.

Ding Zhihua took a deep breath, and a faint divine light surrounded him, which was the symbol of his great divine realm. "Aihong, we are not only fighting for ourselves, but also for every life in this universe. Today, let us write a song of victory for justice with the way of medicine and martial arts!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Zhihua stretched out his body, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, and rushed straight towards Zhang Wufa. Zhang Wufa sneered, and the dark energy condensed into a substantial black mist around him. The two instantly clashed in the air, erupting with a deafening roar.

The battle became more and more intense. Every time Ding Zhihua punched, he carried the power of the stars, as if he could shake the heaven and earth. His punches were fast and accurate, and every blow accurately hit the vital points of Zhang Wufa's attack, but Zhang Wufa was no ordinary man. The dark energy in his hands turned into thousands of sharp blades, intertwined with Ding Zhihua's punches, forming a thrilling battlefield picture.

"Hmph, a mere Great God, dare you be so presumptuous in front of me!" Zhang Wufa shouted angrily, and the dark energy suddenly surged, forming a huge black hand, grabbing Ding Zhihua. However, Ding Zhihua was not in a hurry, twisting his body and cleverly avoiding the attack, and at the same time, he swung his sword back, and the sword light was like a dragon, going straight to Zhang Wufa's throat.

"Zhang Wufa, do you know that the way of medicine and martial arts is not only about strength, but also about the heart." Ding Zhihua's voice echoed in the sword light. His sword not only contained powerful strength, but also a firm belief in justice.

Zhang Wufa's face changed slightly. He didn't expect Ding Zhihua to be able to stay so calm and sober in such a fierce battle. He roared and tried his best to resist, but he was still injured by the sword light, leaving a deep sword mark on his chest.

"Ding Zhihua, you do have some abilities. But do you think you can defeat me like this?" Zhang couldn't wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a hint of madness flashed in his eyes.

"Defeating you is not my goal. What I want is for your ambition and darkness to completely disappear from this universe." Ding Zhihua's tone was calm, but his words revealed an unquestionable determination.

"Haha, that's ridiculous! Do you think you can do it? I, Zhang Wufa, have been destined to control everything since the day I was born!" Zhang Wufa laughed, but his laughter was mixed with helplessness and despair.

At this moment, Yang Aihong made a timely move. She held the Eternal Divine Needle in her hand, and the tip of the needle trembled slightly. A gentle and powerful force surged out from the tip of the needle, instantly covering the entire battlefield. It was a purifying light, which gently caressed every inch of space eroded by darkness, dispelling the darkness bit by bit.

"Zhang Wufa, do you see it? This is the power of light and justice. It may not destroy you immediately, but it will erode your soul bit by bit and make you sink in despair." Yang Aihong's voice was like the sound of nature, penetrating Zhang Wufa's eardrums and striking deep into his soul.

Zhang Wufa's face turned extremely ugly. He felt the impact and erosion of that power on his mind. He roared and tried to use more powerful dark energy to resist this purifying light, but it was in vain.

As the purifying light continued to erode, Zhang Wufa's power began to gradually weaken. Seeing this, Ding Zhihua seized the opportunity and swung his sword again. This time, he did not hold back at all, and concentrated all his divine power on this sword. The sword light was like a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying the power of destroying the world, and slashed towards Zhang Wufa.

"No!" Zhang Wufa roared in despair, but he could no longer escape the sword. The sword flashed, and Zhang Wufa's body was split in two, and the dark energy dissipated into nothingness.

Under the stars, the battle finally came to an end. The universe regained its tranquility and harmony, and the stars twinkled even brighter, as if celebrating this hard-won victory. Ding Zhihua and Yang Aihong smiled at each other, their eyes filled with hope and longing for the future.

However, just when they thought everything was over, an even more ancient and mysterious voice suddenly sounded in the universe: "Ding Zhihua, Yang Aihong, do you think this is the end? The real challenge has just begun..."

Where did this voice come from? What kind of future does it portend? Ding Zhihua and Yang Aihong looked at each other, their hearts filled with doubts and uneasiness. But they knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, they had to keep moving forward, for the peace and tranquility of the universe, and for the inextinguishable faith and persistence in their hearts.

So, they joined hands again and embarked on a new journey. Under their protection, the Eternal Divine Needle continued to shine with the light of hope, guiding them towards a more glorious future...