When they first saw the magnificent, colorful tiger, the bodhisattvas on the scene were initially bewildered, taking a moment to catch their breath and realize who this mighty being was. After all, Qu Meng had already passed away. After a few seconds of hesitation, their expressions quickly shifted—only a sixth-tier beast king like Qu Meng could transform into a fierce creature and command such overwhelming presence. But hadn’t he died? The bodhisattvas from both factions turned their gaze toward the body lying beneath the night sky, their expressions now distinct. Those from the lawful faction showed excitement laced with anticipation, while those from the chaotic faction appeared noticeably serious. The body was still there. Thus, a sense of confusion now emerged among both groups. The star official of the Night Rose narrowed her eyes, exerted her vision, and pierced through the night veil covering the body, observing as Qu Meng’s corpse slowly exuded a thin, delicate human skin. As the skin emerged, Qu Meng’s form transformed—into a shade-bodied corpse, enveloped in lingering阴 qi. A shade-bodied corpse? A shade-bodied corpse! The star official’s pupils suddenly widened. At that very moment, the magnificent, multicolored tiger raised its head and roared, charging forward with the wind at its back, its golden-amber fur swaying in the breeze, clearly aiming straight for the cocktail. Cloud follows the dragon, wind follows the tiger! The magnificent tiger strides in with majestic power. “Dead is the shadow corpse. Mu-Mang is alive, and he still has one artifact that grants him mastery of a domain.” The star official shouted. Is it really Mu-Mang?! The lawful-aligned sages were stirred to renewed spirits, as if, in the midst of financial collapse, their father suddenly declared, “After all, I’m the world’s richest man.” The sages who had originally intended to retreat paused and turned back, re-entering the battlefield, now hovering at a distance, ready to strike at the right moment. Emily patted her chest, exhaled a sigh of relief, and smiled with genuine delight. Facing the storming, vibrant giant tiger, the cocktail remained calm. Stepping back, he exploited a rule loophole and appeared ten meters away, declaring with conviction: "The final artifact of Guimang is the 'Form and Spirit Annihilator Blade.' As long as it isn't captured or locked in place, it poses no immediate threat. We have other means at our disposal—everyone, assist Phoros in defeating Guimang!" He showed no hesitation, in fact, he was remarkably composed and confident, which greatly reassured the sages who had come from the second-largest region. Phoros reached into his inventory, pulled out a vial of potion, and with a flick of his thumb, popped the wooden stopper. He took a long, steady swallow. In the presence of all, a series of crisp cracking sounds echoed from within his body. His dark red skin began to ripple, and his form expanded to three meters in height. The membranes behind him ignited with blue flames, while the horns atop his head shimmered with a deep golden hue. Black smoke rose steadily from his body, seeping onto the containers and concrete floor, hissing as it corroded them. Alienation continues, dark-red skin emerging with twisted, bold black magical patterns. Sensing a threat, the vibrant giant tiger does not pursue the cocktail but instead turns its gaze toward Thíphoros. Was that potion the magical seed's bathing water? The tiger king's beastly form grants Zhang Yuanqing an exceptionally sharp sense of smell—he detects the presence of the magical seed. Clearly, Thíphoros intends to enhance his own transformation capabilities by drinking the bathing water of the magical seed—or by drawing upon the seed's power—aiming to achieve overwhelming battlefield dominance. Then it's time to eliminate you! Zhang Yuanqing surges forward with a surge of crimson wind, charging toward the towering Thíphoros, three meters in height. "Hold him off, buy Thíphoros some time!" the cocktail calls out. No need for him to say it—anyone can sense Thíphoros's steadily rising energy, clearly beginning to surpass the Saint stage and approaching the realm of Sovereign. Yet between the Sage and the Sovereign lies a distance of one hundred and eighty thousand li—merely breaking through the Sage realm does not guarantee arrival at the Sovereign stage; more likely, one halts midway. Those who halt midway are typically called "Weak Sovereigns," and the strength of a Weak Sovereign depends on whether they have advanced fifty or one hundred steps toward the Sovereign stage—the further they progress, the stronger their power. The Star Official of the Night Rose moved first, exhaling a surge of negative qi, sending the spirits of resentment like locusts charging toward the splendid tiger. Thunder! Two lightning mages from the Lawful Order immediately responded, summoning cascades of tree-like lightning that raged through the spirit horde. The negative qi was instantly extinguished, and the spirits screamed in agonizing cries, dissolving into black smoke—only a few of the highest-quality spirits survived, though they no longer posed a threat to the splendid tiger. As the spirit horde was just being crushed, the jealous divine general, with six arms growing from his back, brandished a black wolf's tooth mace and charged forward with steady, rhythmic steps. Even if Mugun is beast-bodied, even if Mugun wields a master-tier artifact, as the Lord of Mist, the God of Jealousy still holds confidence in being able to engage him. He has a general understanding of the "Soul and Form Annihilation Blade's" function—would creatures bewitched by enchantments fear close-combat weapons? After all, no matter how powerful a blade, if it fails to wound the enemy, what difference does it make compared to mere decoration? Xia Zao had no choice; with the disorderly guests sipping cocktails, any rule he issued would inevitably be exploited. The God of Jealousy raised his wolf's spear and blocked it skyward. Clang! The sharp clash of metal sent Xia Zao flying backward, while the God of Jealousy retreated step by step, each footfall cracking the port's cement floor. "Boom!" A wave struck the port, splashing water that solidified into a massive hand, sweeping past the God of Jealousy's head and heading toward the splendid giant tiger. Yet before the hand reached the tiger's head, it dissolved back into water. It was the Saint of the Sea God's Church, concealed behind the containers, who forcibly dispersed the hand—though the sea spirit's water control fell short of that of the water ghost, disrupting the other's spell was a simple matter. The water ghost among the black-robed figures ceased manipulating water, instead silently spreading plague and initiating water deprivation, steadily weakening the giant tiger. The sage champions from both factions launched a new round of combat, striving to buy time for Tiphoros while clearing obstacles for Guan-Mang. The ripple effects and commotion from nearly ten peak sages' battles caused shipping containers near the port to shatter. The malevolent faction successfully held off the斑斓 giant tiger for five seconds. "Roar!" With the magical patterns complete and inscribed upon his body, Tiphoros suddenly lifted his head and emitted a deep, resonant roar, his two sharp tiger teeth standing out prominently. Thick black smoke surged forth from within him, his membranous wings blazing with intense blue flames, and each breath he exhaled carried a heavy sulfur scent. At this moment, he achieved a form of purification, his life essence transcending into a new realm. The powerful aura radiating outward enveloped the entire sky, causing the sages at the port to feel their hearts skip a beat, instinctively stirred with fear. An infinite proximity to mastery-level power. "Cromi demon!" Summerzo's composed face grew increasingly stern and grave. In the missionary scriptures of the Biola Alchemy, the origin of distortion lies in the Primordial God of Monsters—the终结 of order, the deity who brings down apocalyptic calamities. This divine being has ten children, each embodying a part of the god's power. Cromi is one of these divine offspring. Beyond the scriptures, when the Immortal Poison Master reaches the stage of Sovereignty, he can transform into ten distinct monster forms, and Cromi is one of them. Of course, the "Cromi" form that Théphoros manifests is not yet perfect, as the magical patterns cover only his upper body, not his entire form. "What a powerful force this truly is!" Théphoros murmurs, his voice hoarse and cold. "My constitution can only distort to this extent—Sovereignty remains an unbridgeable threshold." Yet it is sufficient. He turns his head toward the magnificent, five-meter-tall tiger standing beyond him. At the very moment Théphoros achieves his transformation, the great tiger halts. At that instant, the two factions of saints also cease their conflict. Xia Zhao, Emily, and the others felt their hearts lift again, yet grew tense, even worried. Though Qu Meng possessed a master-tier artifact, the foe before them—Tipheros—was approaching mastery at an unprecedented pace. An artifact's attack might be powerful, but if its functions were limited, such constraints would become significant. Moreover, since Qu Meng himself was not a master, he was vulnerable to being targeted and overwhelmed—what Tipheros called "capturing the king first." Though Tipheros had not yet ascended to true mastery, his transformation represented a comprehensive enhancement, making him a genuine, albeit weakened, master. Why not use a master-tier artifact? Not only was Tiferos stunned, but even the numerous sages observing the scene were left speechless. Quemang’s beastly form, though powerful, was still at the sage level—how could he dare engage Tiferos in close combat? He shouldn’t have been so bold. Was there some strategy at play? The crimson pupils of Tiferos burst forth two beams of pale, petrifying light, striking straight at the vibrant giant tiger, leaving patches of gray-white marks on its body. These marks soon faded. Hmm? The petrifying beams failed to take effect. Tiferos didn’t have time to be astonished—he flapped his membranous wings, launching a torrent of blue fireballs toward the enemy. The vibrant giant tiger moved with remarkable agility, leaping through the air, forming a 'V' shape and skillfully evading the sweeping fireball attacks, steadily closing the distance to Tiferos. In response, Tiferos exhaled a thick, strongly corrosive toxic mist, while simultaneously uttering an odd incantation that was distinctly non-human. A mutative incantation. Mutants could induce transformation in their targets through blood and spellwork. The sage observing from afar immediately felt his cells grow restless, undergoing abnormal division—as if sprouting a third eye and a third leg. He quickly covered his ears and stepped back in fear. The wind mage, who had originally intended to help disperse the toxic smoke, now urgently summoned the wind, rising into the air to evade the spell's effects. As both factions of sages retreated, a roar erupted from the thick black smoke, and a magnificent, multicolored tiger burst through the turbulent vapor, knocking over the three-meter-tall Théphoros. The tiger opened its massive jaws and lunged toward the enemy's neck. Théphoros seized the tiger's upper and lower jaws, powerfully twisted them—crack—and the tiger's head was torn in two. In the next instant, Théphoros felt a sharp pain in his chest, gasped, and looked down in astonishment to see a short, gleaming white blade piercing his chest. The tiger's body dissolved into shimmering light, revealing the true form of Juming. Kneeling upon the three-meter-tall demon's chest, he held the hilt of the blade in both hands, his gaze cold with a touch of scorn. Tiphros screamed in agony, his body rapidly shriveling as streams of vital essence and soul poured into the short blade. Within less than a second, his cries ceased abruptly, and he became a lifeless corpse. He never managed to understand, until the very end, why the very elements that enabled the aberrants to fight—the "toxic vapor," the "aberration incantations," the "stonefication"—had all failed. Zhang Yuanqing drew the blade across the faces of the evil saints, now expressionless. "None of you will be leaving tonight." "If among the rulers of the New Covenant County, there's anyone not under the watch of the Free Alliance, it would only be Elder Berlant in the Maze Villa and the one before me, Zhai Cai." "Why won't you come out?" Zhai Cai exhaled. "Just when you're all bickering, you come out to freshen up—what's the issue?" Wine Berlant didn't withdraw her defenses, merely offered a cold smile. "Channing, I've willingly accepted the cost of the Sky's Eye. How could I not have arranged a helper for myself?" She urged, "Stop wasting time—kill him. I'll reveal to you the correct paths to the first and second levels of the Maze, as per our agreement."