The crimson-gold gaze burst forth beams of light, precisely striking the twelve sovereigns on the field. Except for the beam directed toward the Sovereign of Eternal Night, which was absorbed and dissolved by the thick, profound darkness, all the others were unaffected. Among them, Stephen Simpson and Cowboy Locke were no exception—suddenly, the spiritual energy within their bodies surged uncontrollably, revealing veins pulsing beneath their skin. The cells within their bodies seemed to awaken, gaining their own wills, and their consciousnesses instantly surrendered, echoing a deep, resonant voice: "Do not resist in vain. Do not resist in vain..." The sovereigns of the evil faction were caught off guard. With a single move, they overpowered eleven sovereigns—this was the "Eye of Enchantment" of the Mage's Eye, an enchantment so potent that even the Sovereign of Fear could not withstand it. "Clack... clack..." Fu Qingyang reached into his inventory, grasping a heavy black iron chest. As the chest unfolded with a series of creaking gears and turning mechanisms, twelve long, handleless swords were revealed inside. Twelve flying swords roared forth, automatically dividing into two groups and rushing toward the two wind mages:炽天使 and 飓风之怒. This is a newly developed technique by Mr. Qian, combining sword mastery with a philosophy of near-perfect harmony, capable of decapitating an opponent from a hundred meters away. The fragile wind mages could not evade the swords, nor could they withstand the sharp, piercing sword energy carried within the twelve blades. "Boom!" The sound of the cannon echoed throughout the arena. As the cannon fired, the mage's head exploded—bones, flesh, and brain tissue splattered outward. His body wavered for a moment before collapsing, his crimson-gold eyes closing instantly. The ancient warrior, renowned for his unyielding strength and resilience, perished in the cannon's blast. No one saw the trajectory of the bullet; it seemed to pass through the void, striking the Magi-Eyed King directly, even as the space around him was sealed. At a distance, cowboy Locke blew out the smoke from his cannon, recovering promptly from the strong control exerted by the "Eye of Enchantment." Without the gaze of the Enchanted Eye, the enemy Sovereign instantly regained clarity. At that moment, a Sovereign of Chaos reached out, distorting the trajectory of the flying sword—yet the invincible power of "Chaos" faltered. At the critical moment, the Radiant Angel of Flame and the Fury of the Wind raised a flowing wind barrier before them. The flying swords struck and shattered against the barrier one after another. The wind barrier formed by the Radiant Angel dissolved into gentle breezes, and he was pierced through the chest by the final sword. Meanwhile, the wind barrier created by the Fury of the Wind remained unbroken, averting the crisis. The Radiant Angel looked down at his chest, where blood flowed abundantly, yet it soon stabilized. The powerful vitality of an Eighth-Rank Sovereign began self-repairing, rapidly healing the wound. At his level, even with a physically frail body, he had long since become indifferent to most physical injuries. Unless his head was severed, even a direct piercing through the heart would not prove fatal. The Sovereign of the Stilled Killing extracted a small, verdigris-stained pot, gently stroked it, and allowed a rippling golden glow to The glow swept over the body of the King of the Mystic Eye, and bone fragments, brain tissue, and blood instantly flowed backward, reorganizing themselves. This is the primary skill of the Life-Weaver stage—Resurrection! The Resurrection can revive living beings or inanimate objects, matter or souls. As long as something exists in reality, the Life-Weaver can bring it back to life—though only three times, and each revival is only temporary, lasting just one hour before the entity dies again. However, the Immortal Pot transforms this revival into a true resurrection—real, lasting rebirth. Yet, this ability is limited to just one use. The King of the Mystic Eye rose again, opened his eyes, touched his forehead, and managed to pull a faint smile. "I can't fight. Not even a little. That cowboy elder can instantly defeat me, and he can do the same to any one of you." If he were at the peak of the eighth rank, relying on his "Enchanting Eye," capable of affecting even deities, he might have been able to challenge that peak Sovereign. But now, although their skill points are fully maxed, their base attributes are still far behind. Fu Qingyang and the others exchanged glances, a cold chill running from head to toe. While they certainly had defensive items, unless they were high-quality defensive gear from the Sovereign stage, they wouldn't withstand Cowboy Locke's gunfire. High-quality defensive gear from the Sovereign stage—something even the Money Prince couldn't secure! Though the leader had a cloak and the Palace Master held administrative privileges, as long as they couldn't hold off Cowboy Locke, they'd remain easy targets—each one struck once, one shot at a time, rendering most of their defensive gear ineffective. Zhang Yuanqing felt the weight of this moment, for the first time clearly grasping the overwhelming strength of a Sovereign-level master. During the battle against Cai Qin He, when he possessed three half-divine powers, he had crushed the old Cai with overwhelming force, making the peak Sovereign level no different from a wild dog. Now, standing proudly above all, Cowboy Locke raised his gun once more, aiming squarely at the Mage-Eyed King. The peak master realized that the Mage-Eyed King was the most threatening among the enemies. At the crucial moment, Panxi Edison swiftly pulled out a piece of equipment from her inventory and threw it toward the cowboy, Locke. "Boom!" The sound of the gunshot echoed across the arena. The silver trajectory flashed past, aimed directly at the Mage-Eyed King's head. There was a trajectory? The Mage-Eyed King gently tilted his head, allowing the bullet to skim past his cheek and explode into a shallow crater behind him. Panxi Edison spoke calmly, "Locke the cowboy is mine—go ahead and handle your own matters." Earlier, she had used the merchant's "transaction" ability to forcibly acquire Locke's "distortion" power, which allowed the bullet to negate the need for distance in flight—thus, the bullet could now strike its target directly. Relieved, Zhang Yuanqing let out a deep breath. If they couldn't counter Locke's gunfire, they would have no time to delay at all. As long as they can delay the enemy, they still have a chance to survive. Once they sense something's wrong, they will surely try to break free and come to the spiritual realm for rescue. Ruth in the fishbowl screamed, "We should defend, not attack. Defense is what will allow us to delay." That was exactly Kris's intention. As the only sea nymph among the lawful faction, she had neither water nor sea creatures at her side—only raw strength—and thus bore the greatest pressure. At that moment, electric spiritual energy in the air rapidly condensed, forming six thick lightning pillars that plunged down from the sky, enveloping everyone in a terrifying barrage of thunder. A saint-level lightning mage could only summon tree-like lightning, but what stood before them were towering lightning columns—frightening in their scale and intensity. Wina immediately spread her arms, positioning herself as a lightning rod to absorb the descending columns. Yet, the two lightning mages who launched the attack were also at the eighth level, and she only managed to intercept half of the columns. The other half inevitably struck down among her teammates. The Mage King with the Divine Eyes, Fu Qingyang, and others quickly dispersed to avoid the impact Zhang Yuanqing reacted the slowest. The lightning surge exceeded his limit, so he chose not to dodge, instead opening his inventory and retrieving the Lightning Armguards and Lightning Armor, throwing them into the air. The lightning column struck the two holy-tier items, as if a water stream encountering an obstruction, its lightning essence being wildly absorbed. However, the two items only sustained the absorption for a brief moment before reaching their charge limit and unable to absorb any further lightning power—the lightning column passed straight through them, striking Zhang Yuanqing directly. Taking advantage of the brief time created by the two items, Zhang Yuanqing seized his Purple Lightning Shield and raised it skyward. "Boom!" With the shield raised, he sank both knees, collapsing to the ground—though he managed to withstand the impact without injury. The shield was now cracked, yet the purple glow covering its surface had reached two-thirds of its original intensity. The single lightning strike had fully charged the Purple Lightning Shield to 50%. "Wooohhh..." A piercing wind howl erupted, and the wind blades surged like a vast army of arrows on the battlefield, slashing down in a relentless rain, enveloping everyone completely and leaving no room for movement or maneuver. Again? Just after deflecting the lightning strike, Zhang Yuanqing felt a sharp surge of alarm. Such an all-encompassing assault could only be met with the invocation of his Purple-Jade Set. Already in their second round of combat, they were compelling him to draw upon his reserve strength. These master-level wind blades—without the Purple-Jade Set, he would surely perish. Fuyingyang struggled to pull out a stone stele half as tall as a man from his inventory, his temples pulsing with veins of rage, and hurled it toward the front of the group. "Thud!" The earth trembled violently, and the earth's spiritual energy coalesced into a semi-circular defensive barrier. Clang, clang, clang... Countless wind blades struck against the barrier, causing the renowned, sturdy earth-based spiritual energy to visibly waver, yet it held firm. Fuyingyang's body shook violently, as though bearing an unimaginable weight. He clenched his This stone monument is a terrain monster-class item, of mid-tier quality, and marks the first defensive artifact Fu Qingyang has acquired since becoming the de facto leader of the Five Elements Alliance. His foundational strength and depth remain relatively shallow, with the majority of the Alliance's key items and materials still firmly controlled by the Nine Elders. To extract value from them, Fu must engage in prolonged negotiations and struggles. Yet, he has only held this leadership position for a mere two months. Observing this, the two chaotic Dominants immediately intervened, distorting the rules and erasing the flight paths of the wind blades, attempting to penetrate the defensive barrier. Nevertheless, the wind blades, sweeping across the sky in vast numbers, swiftly traversed a hundred meters and still collided with the yellowish barrier, shattering it—its internal space remained unaltered. After all, the monument establishes a force-field defense, not merely a thin layer of barrier. Such a Dominant-tier artifact is not easily compromised. The wind blade could not penetrate the defense. With a soft hum, Hurricane's Wrath summoned a semi-transparent crown woven from swirling air and placed it upon her head. "The Crown of the Wind King!" Viny said gravely, explaining swiftly: "Among wind mages' equipment, this item ranks in the top ten—excluding rule-based items." A seasoned master of level eight, singled out on its own, is a force to be reckoned with, undefeated across the realms. Hurricane's Wrath spread her arms, and the air around her rapidly coalesced into a strong gust. The airflow condensed, compressed, condensed again, compressed once more—building up for over a dozen seconds—until a massive, turbid wind blade of thirty meters in length took shape. With a gentle push, she sent the turbid, colossal blade hurtling forward, bearing a devastating hurricane that struck the yellowish barrier with unstoppable force. The semi-circular energy field instantly indented, like a ball pierced by a needle—but the ball did not immediately burst; instead, it held firm, demonstrating remarkable resilience. In contrast, the massive gust of wind rapidly dissipated, shrinking from thirty meters down to ten. At a distance, the Hurricane of Wrath, whose crown of airflow hovered above, clenched her hands tightly. A surge of wind roared in, pouring into the gust like reinforcements, swelling it back to thirty meters in size. During this time, the other masters of the evil faction remained passive, observing coldly as Fu Qingyang and his allies executed their maneuvers. Team battles are not mere mass attacks; relentless skill bombardments are inefficient. True team combat involves mutual probing, with a decisive strike only delivered when one side exhausts all its reserves and is fully exposed. The gust of wind and the earth-yellow barrier engaged in a standoff for several seconds, before the latter finally gave way, dissolving into an intangible wave of force with a soft "hum." The earth-yellow spiritual energy on the surface of the stone tablet gradually receded, dimming to a pale glow. The next skill activation would have to wait until one full minute later. Pan Xi Edison immediately launched two white feathers, stirring up a strong gust of wind that formed two solid wind walls before the gust of wind. As the pinnacle master of the merchant's profession, he was never short of tools or consumables. Edison hadn't intended to use just two feathers to block a wind blade—he was merely creating opportunities for his companions to evade, responding to each threat as it arose. Even the master-quality tools couldn't withstand the force, nor could the wind wall hold. Zhang Yuanqing immediately turned to the King of the Divine Eyes, his voice urgent: "King, hit me!" The King said nothing, delivering a straight punch to the shield. Crack! The purple-gold shield, already riddled with cracks, exploded instantly, shattering into countless liquid metal fragments. Zhang Yuanqing was thrown backward. At that moment, the wind blade pierced through the two layers of wind walls and cut toward Fu Qingyang and the others. As Zhang Yuanqing flew backward, his spiritual body detached and swept forward, intercepting the wind blade and shielding the group. The liquid metal particles swiftly coalesced, forming a new shield in his spiritual hands. A shimmering aura of purple and gold covered the shield's surface. Energy was fully charged! Zhang Yuanqing raised the shield and blocked it forward, activating the skill of the purple-gold shield. Hum A massive, purple-gold shield-shaped wall of light rises to meet the giant wind blade. Distantly, a scoff echoes, as the airflow rapidly coalesces, swelling the blade to fifty meters in length—nearly spanning half the arena. The master of the artifacts cannot withstand his wind blade; what kind of saint dares to assert presence in such a setting? A path to certain demise!