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This is Zhang Ming's limit.

Suddenly, Zhang Ming felt a slight heat in his chest. It was the projection of the Eye of Agomodo given to him by Master Gu Yi.

"No matter what you gave me for Guyi, you have stored it with me for so long, just do a little work for me!"

He tore off Agomodo's Eye with all his strength, and held it tightly in his hand. The blue flame and the last bit of energy from his fingertips were sucked into it, and then, a green flame "flowed" out of it, covering the entire world. Zhang Ming's entire right arm.

"48 seconds!"

More than half of the green flames were extinguished.

"56..." The other half went out, leaving only the last trace of a small flame, still flickering slightly.

In the gray and white editing world, Zhang Ming saw Proxima Centauri, and she was looking into the distance.

"Just... just short of the last time, sixty..."

Zhang Ming gritted his teeth and tried to complete the tenth edit. Suddenly, he heard an abnormal clicking sound, and raised his head in the direction of the sound. A crack appeared in the sky of the edit space!

The cracks gradually spread, and Zhang Ming had a feeling that when the cracks spread, he would be kicked back to reality.

He wasted no time.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in through the gap.

Oops!

The wind fell just right on the flames, and the green flame flickered one last time before dying out.

Clip space is completely broken.

Proxima Centauri is still looking into the distance at the space gate, and Zhang Ming appears in the sky about 50 meters away.

Under the influence of the last wind, he failed to complete the tenth edit!

Proxima Centauri turned her eyes, she was a little surprised, because the information given to her by Hydra showed that Zhang Ming's instantaneous movement distance could not be so far, but...

Also just a little surprised.

She and Zhang Ming looked at each other, and they both read hatred from their eyes.

Proxima Centauri raised his hand, bloody fingers, pointing to the equipment that completed the final decomposition work and was about to throw gold dust in large quantities.

"It's going to shoot off the final dust right away," she said.

"Barrage!"

Thousands of bullets fell on the equipment, but it was useless. The technology of that thing has exceeded the understanding of the earth, and the bullets with the power of rifles cannot destroy it.

Only Zhang Ming summoned the top-level great sword and used the great sword technique to destroy it.

If Zhang Ming could use the clip again, he could have smashed the dust projector, then launched the clip to rush into the space gate, and cut down Proxima Centauri.

But the nine consecutive edits just now have seriously overdrawn his energy, and he can't reverse the flow of time for the time being.

He has to make a choice.

Once the last dust spread out, it was [-] lives.

Is it the lives of 7 people, or Proxima Centauri plus two infinite gems.

The answer is obvious.

"You!" Zhang Ming pointed at Proxima Centauri, with an unprecedentedly ferocious expression.

"Believe me, I will definitely catch you today, and let you feel the strongest and deepest despair in this world! You will have to pay for everything you did today! I swear!"

"Heh—" Proxima Centauri turned her head and boarded the aircraft prepared for her by the Kiritas.

Chapter 220: Don Quixote and the Windmill

"...you will pay for everything you did today! I swear!"

Zhang Ming pointed to Proxima Centauri and said finally.

He had never hated an enemy so much. Compared with what Proxima Centauri did, Obadiah, Abomination, and the Big Boss were as well-behaved as children in kindergarten.

Assuming that Zhang Ming did not reverse time, more than 9 people would have died by now.

Even after turning back time, the death toll is nearly [-], and their family members and friends will spend a lifetime digesting the pain of losing relatives and friends.

Zhang Ming summoned a big sword and flew towards the dust injection device.

After the clip space shattered, there was a strong tingling sensation in his head all the time, as if someone took an awl and stabbed it into the back of his head, and then kept stirring.

His body was even weaker, as if he had caught a bad cold. Every inch of his muscles was declaring a strike. The lightsaber, which usually didn't feel very heavy, was struggling to lift it now.

Fortunately, the Great Treasure Sword Art is a skill that comes with the equipment, as long as you choose to activate it, it can operate on its own. Zhang Ming only needs to make a move.

The lightsaber completely destroyed the dust emitter, and the flashing red light ceased.

Since then, there have been no new suicides in New York.

Zhang Ming sat on the ground, gasping for breath. He looked at the gradually shrinking space door, and all his anger turned into a desire in silence.

He bought two sticks of roasted gluten, and ate them in big mouthfuls. The spicy roasted gluten entered his mouth, but there was no taste at all.

At this moment, Zhang Ming understood Proxima Centauri to a certain extent.