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    Break it! Give it everything you’ve got!

    His face twisted into a ferocious grimace.

    The Bloodshadow Third-Stage, in a frenzy against the light orbs, attacked every orb before him with desperate intensity.

    By now, they all knew that leaving the light orbs intact meant death, yet in their madness they failed to notice that true demise had already arrived.

    In the unobservable Dimensional Space, Yenir unleashed his final stroke, and the dazzling sword light—frozen in time—had locked onto the head of a Middle-Aged Man.

    The tenth one!

    With most of his Spirit Energy spent, he spared no effort to ensure that, when his skill ended, every single Awakener would be slain.

    Had he not discovered, much to his regret, that he couldn’t activate any other Sword Techniques during the Dimensional Surge, he wouldn’t have hesitated to unleash a few more Sword Breath Torrents—leaving not even a scrap behind.

    You can’t use additional skills while one is already active…

    What a pity…

    Otherwise, choosing Zhang Yuan as the tenth target would have been ideal… a perfect test of how much damage his enhanced SSS-level skills could deal to a Third-Stage Advanced.

    With a light sigh, Yenir quickly scanned the ten arcs of sword light he had unleashed and then decisively bolted out of the center of the Battlefield.

    Within the Dimensional Space, he had a full ten seconds to set everything up.

    But to the outside world, it was only one second.

    At the same time, the sudden death of these Awakeners activated Divine Rage; one more sword and he’d become the Otherworldly Ghost Monarch!

    Yet, deviating from his earlier plan, Yenir was determined to put on another show!

    He dashed to the edge of the Battlefield once more, and in the blink of an eye, prepared to summon Li Dafu.

    When his skill ended, even Yinglong wouldn’t have any clue where these attacks originated!

    Divine Rage attacks belonged to the summoning of Fourth-Stage Phantoms…

    Which meant I could easily let Li Dafu ‘act’—making it seem as though his Divine Rage was launched by him!

    With excitement flickering on his face, Yenir quickly fortified himself with a Spirit Barrier using his last bit of energy.

    Simultaneously, his plan to summon Li Dafu was locked to trigger the moment his skill ended.

    3!

    2!

    1!

    Come out, Li Dafu!

    Let the performance begin!

    Boom!!!

    In an instant, those outside—still desperately battling the ten Third-Stage Awakened—paled as the skill they were about to launch froze in their hands.

    There was no time to process anything.

    Instinctively, all ten were overcome with a premonition of death, as if being dragged into an icy tomb, while a colossal sword light suddenly dominated their entire view from behind.

    What is this!?

    There was simply no escape.

    So fast—too fast!

    As if materializing from nowhere, ten arcs of sword light erupted in 0.0001 seconds, instantly illuminating the entire Temple.

    The sword breaths, laden with pure killing intent, stunned everyone in an instant.

    Even Yinglong, who was busy attacking the black light orb, suddenly paled and stared in stunned disbelief at the unfolding scene.

    Behind them, lethal sword auras burst forth in unison, like Death himself standing by, mercilessly reaping lives.

    Bang bang bang! Bang! Bang!

    Ten earth-shattering explosions roared in succession.

    The unleashed sword breaths tore through everything—there was no time or chance for resistance.

    Amid the cold, stark sword light, ten mists of blood exploded! With Yenir’s near-all-out effort, each arc sliced their bodies apart, and the ensuing surge of Spirit Energy literally shattered them.

    In an instant, all ten perished, as if caught in the most terrifying ghost story, leaving Yinglong and Blood Nightingale horrified.

    A sudden flash of sword light, a sudden outbreak of death! This bizarre spectacle defied all understanding!

    Huang Ming!?

    Hong Dao!?

    Closest to the scene where the ten Third-Stage Beginners had died, Zhang Yuan cried out in terror, instinctively wiping scalding brain matter off his face.

    As the one nearest to the annihilating sword light yet miraculously surviving, he was now almost reduced to shock!

    That very sword breath was only two or three meters away from him!

    Had that strange attack come from behind, he would already be dead!?

    There was simply no time to react, nor could he comprehend where this lethal assault that wiped out his comrades in a second had come from!

    All he knew was that with a single bang, his subordinates were blown apart—dead beyond death!

    A corpse doesn’t speak.

    In the sudden shock, an indescribable eeriness and terror overwhelmed his soul.

    Meanwhile, a grim-faced Yinglong, after a desperate search, discovered there was no sign of the attacker!

    This assault seemed as if it came from another world!

    Moreover, the sudden death of his ten subordinates completely upended all his plans!

    Damn it!

    At a time like this, deliberately attacking me!? Is this meant to stop me from breaking the light orbs and let the Otherworldly Ghost Monarch recover!?

    His eyes nearly burst with rage.

    The double mutations plunged him into utter despair.

    But the strangeness wasn’t over yet.

    Before Yinglong could even decide whether to flee, in the very next second a rapidly escalating unknown aura suddenly emerged!

    It was as if some prime, terrifying force had been awakened.

    An aura of overwhelming oppression and darkness burst forth violently.

    Heh heh heh heh…!

    Little bug, you seem to be having a hard time…

    Heh heh heh heh…

    Suspended in midair, Li Dafu—instantly summoned by Yenir—still donned that flashy long robe, lewdly stroking his rat-like mustache.

    With crafty, beady eyes and nostrils flared, he glared at Yinglong.

    He extended one hand as if gathering energy and casually pointed toward the Otherworldly Ghost Monarch.

    If you can’t take down this beast, then let me handle it!

    Reciting the lines transmitted from Yenir, Li Dafu shouted, his voice a mix of excitement and fear.

    His legs, hidden beneath his robe, trembled uncontrollably—as if struck by a speeding engine.

    And it wasn’t the thought of showing off in front of Yinglong that frightened him, but the master lurking behind!

    Good heavens!

    What on earth is the master summoning!?

    No one knew, but the unknown, terrifying aura—rising rapidly as sensed by Yinglong and the others—had reduced Li Dafu to nearly wetting himself.

    He could sense it was like a prehistoric beast reigning at the top of the food chain—a godlike, invincible presence!

    Chapter Summary

    Yenir launches his final, desperate attack in a concealed Dimensional Space, determined to annihilate every Awakener before him by shattering light orbs. As time compresses for the outside world, his assault—fueled by diminishing Spirit Energy—triggers a chain reaction of death, stunning his enemies. Amid chaos on the Battlefield and within the Temple, allies like Yinglong and Blood Nightingale witness a series of inexplicable, deadly strikes. The appearance of a menacing aura forces even the seasoned Li Dafu and Zhang Yuan into shock, as the master’s true intentions remain shrouded in mystery.

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