The Gudragon halted at a distance, its mane swaying and tail gently moving, its ruby-eyed gaze coldly surveying the lawful half-gods. The King of Fear upon its back smiled pleasantly and declared, "Ladies and gentlemen, how about we form a team and tackle the bosses together, share the missions in the Spirit Realm? I've come here specifically to push the bosses—I have no interest in fighting you all, nor do I want to expend effort for little reward." The lawful half-gods paid no attention, knowing this was merely a jest and a mockery. The evil faction had deliberately driven the two chief half-gods of the Divine Judgment into a frenzy, aiming to make them the focal point of the attack, thus creating a situation of universal pressure. As a result, the lawful half-gods now faced only two options: either ally with the evil half-gods to complete the pursuit mission and resolve this crisis, at the cost of losing two of their 11-tier half-gods—thus permanently weakening their ability to counter the evil faction. Because the mechanism of the spiritual realm allocates rewards based on contribution, this is clearly demonstrated in the dungeons—where so many half-gods unite to besiege the Wind and Thunder deities, the final outcome can only be a dilution of rewards. The total rewards received by the Lawful faction simply cannot offset their losses. Second, to oppose the half-gods of the Chaotic faction and protect the Wind and Thunder deities. For the Lawful half-gods, this choice carries excessive risk, as the Wind and Thunder deities are utterly indifferent to them. By choosing to protect them, the Lawful half-gods must simultaneously confront both the Chaotic half-gods and the Wind and Thunder deities—any misstep, and their divine lives may be lost today. Moreover, the Wind and Thunder deities themselves are an unstable element. Once protected, what then? Would they simply be allowed to roam, unleashing storms and destroying cities? How many lives would be lost? "Is it Borias?" With all three factions forming a balanced triangle, each one eager to either strike first or wait for the others to act, the chairman—wearing a silver mask—surveyed the room, then retrieved a microphone from his inventory and held it to his mouth, saying, "I believe, before the battle begins, our lawful half-gods should first reach a consensus." His voice carried clearly to the five chieftains and the Sea King, while the chaotic half-gods remained unheeded. The celestial professions were always equipped with an array of elaborate tools, now so commonplace that everyone had grown accustomed to them. The half-gods exchanged glances, but only the fiery-haired Jiang Chief raised his voice, asking, "What exactly do you want?" drawing curious and skeptical glances from the chaotic half-gods. With the microphone pressed firmly against his mouth, the chairman spoke in a tone only the lawful half-gods could hear: "Should we preserve or eliminate the Wind and Thunder deities? If you all choose to fulfill your duties, then I shall follow the principle of minority obeying majority—exiling Borias to the Realm of Spirits, and then sending you all into it." "But there are two points I'd like to highlight. First, we can't gauge just how mad Borias has become. If she still knows how to activate the guild dungeon, our hunt plan will fail. The half-deities cannot freely traverse the spiritual realm on their own, but guild dungeons are an exception. Once delivered to the spiritual realm, Borias can fully activate the guild dungeons, moving seamlessly from one to another, and then use those dungeons as a bridge to return to the mortal world. Second, Borias holds a very high status—on par with Shura. Even if we unite our forces, we cannot guarantee a complete, unscathed victory over her. In fact, any half-deity returning to the spiritual realm is precisely what the evil faction desires." Pausing for a moment, he presented the second option: "If we want to preserve her... well, I can't think of a way to do it. What about you?" Fu Qingxuan, standing beside him, seized the microphone and brought it to her lips, saying, "I have a solution—one that will both safeguard the Wind and Thunder deities and resolve this crisis." President, do you know the resting place of the Night Primus of the Eternal Night Church? No need to elaborate—half-deities of the lawful order already understand her intent. The President nodded. Fu Qingxuan said, "Open a teleportation channel and send the Wind and Thunder Deities there. It's a sanctuary so sacred that even half-deities dare not enter. Once they arrive, they will inevitably fall into deep sleep. The rulers of the evil faction will never venture near. Moreover, this will hold the Night Primus of the Eternal Night Church in place. Without their resting domain, the Night Primus-class deities are as fragile as scouts. As soon as the Wind and Thunder Deities awaken, the first one to perish will be this half-deity—thus, he will absolutely never wake up." The President took the microphone. "Let's attempt it—though, given my status, the chances of successfully exiling her are quite low. It will require repeated attempts. You, therefore, must help me delay the timeline." At that moment, the blue lightning sphere in the President's hands gradually dissolved, spreading into branching lightning that struck deep into Borias' body. The trading period ended, and the essence of the lightning returned to the main body. There was a noticeable gap between the two positions, making the trade unsustainable. The Chairman grew urgent in tone, "Prepare for defense—she's going to lose her mind!" As soon as he finished speaking, Borias in the sky suddenly went mad, shrieking, "No, no—I am the God of Thunder, the chief prosecutor of the Divine Judgment!" She clutched her head, emitting piercing cries. Branch-like lightning surged across the sky, forming a web and spreading like cracks, with the brilliant blue electric light even outshining the sunlight. In the next instant, Borias vanished from everyone's sight. Simultaneously, the Fear King on the gorgon's back burst open his garments, revealing his tripartite, octopodal form, his bronze-bodied frame adorned with intricate magical runes. With his knees slightly bowed and his eight arms crossed over his chest, he stood firm. "Thud!" A resonant, thunderous sound echoed through the heavens, and a wave of air, spanning dozens of meters in diameter, exploded outward. The Fear King launched forward like a projectile, crashing heavily onto the ground and leaving behind a massive crater, scattering soil The King of Fear exhibited obvious dents across his chest and face, as if crushed under the weight of a bulldozer. Renowned for his physical prowess, the enchanting spirit-being was defeated in a single move, breaching his defenses. On the dragon's back, where he had previously stood, was now replaced by Borias, the world's only half-divine being with dual class expertise. With fingers curled into claws, Borias grasped the southern-style phantom deity firmly. Throughout this process, a relentless barrage of mental assaults—spiritual strikes, dream-inducing effects, and emotional explosions—rained upon Borias, all of which failed to take effect. His status was suppressed, and the skills either faltered or were weakened. Electric arcs surged from Borias's palms, pouring into the southern phantom deity's body, triggering a piercing, agonized cry. The southern phantom deity then dissolved into mist and reappeared hundreds of meters away, his vitality noticeably diminished. Even though she was now mentally disoriented, her innate instinct to resist the evil faction caused her to immediately launch an attack. The spirit dragon surged with waves of foul vapors, enveloping Borias in a thick, smoky haze. In an instant, the once-pale, youthful form of the CEO began to wrinkle, sweat profusely, develop pustules, and undergo visible changes—dark circles under the eyes, swollen eyelids, fish-like wrinkles, and patches of dark spots. Heaven's Five Decays! This was a divine punishment befitting a half-god, stripping away his fortune. "Poof!" A massive gust of wind severed the dragon in two. Despite the hard, protective scales, the defense failed, and the two halves of the dragon fell lifelessly, while fierce winds roared and countless wind blades interlaced, reducing the dragon's body to dust. Within less than ten seconds, three half-gods from the Evil faction took successive blows. "Exile!" The Chairman seized the moment when Borias was weakened, tapping his fingers repeatedly, attempting to transport him to a fixed location. The exile spell failed, instead drawing Borias's attention. The CEO turned toward him, his left eye flashing with a bright blue light. Boom! Boom! Boom! A series of lightning bolts of destruction struck down, consuming the president. His body instantly faded, appearing as a projection from another world, untouched by the lightning, even as it rained upon him. At a distance, Old Maeha exhaled, then spread out his hands, performing an inversion gesture. The president's ethereal form trembled, breaking free from his invulnerable state. The half-god of the Dionysian Club reversed his condition, transforming the void into reality, and as the lightning closed in to devour him, plates of stone rapidly coalesced, forming a protective armor over his entire body. The stone armor held for three seconds before shattering under the lightning's impact, while the president had already teleported away. With his target gone, Boreas immediately turned his gaze toward Old Maeha. Maeha was startled, scanning the surroundings—already, the three half-gods of the second district had pulled away, and the lawful half-gods were not Boreas's first choice. After the president escaped, Maeha became the prey. "Wheeeewww~" The howling wind swept across a radius of several tens of meters around Old Maecius, the world-renowned wine deity. Suddenly, he vanished mid-air and reappeared several kilometers away, seeking shelter from the storm. However, as soon as he materialized, massive hands emerged from the earth, spreading vines that ensnared him. Then, a blinding network of lightning descended, freezing his body in place and instantly carbonizing it, sending plumes of black smoke rising. Crack! The earth's hands dissolved, the vines withered, and the carbonized form of Old Maecius revived. Before the next wave of lightning struck, he twisted and fled. With his target once again lost, Boreas finally turned her focus to the half-gods of the Five Elements Alliance. As for the sea king, seated atop his chariot far in the distance, she temporarily ignored him. The half-gods of the Five Elements Alliance were no fools—none wished to be caught off guard by the enemy forces of the evil faction during the battle against the twin deities of wind and thunder. They swiftly retreated. Fu Qingxuan spoke loudly: "Each side fighting separately, no one gains anything. If you wish to continue this meaningless stalemate, we are more than willing to join. But in my opinion, uniting to defeat the Wind and Thunder Divinities will serve all parties' interests better—how do you find that?" Though the youngest and least experienced, she possessed the bearing of a true general, earning immediate trust. The Southern Realm's Phantom Divinity was nowhere to be seen, yet her voice came clearly: "Agreed!" Fu Qingxuan immediately said: "I'll count to three—everyone enter together." "Good!" responded the King of Fear from afar. "Three, two, one…" A flame rose beside Borias. The red-haired Jiang Master, wielding the Fire Element, stepped forward. Just one. The Jiang Master looked around, then burst out in fury: "For heaven's sake, I'm going to kick your butts—your butts, I'm telling you!" The next instant, he was engulfed by a thunderous lightning surge and enveloped in sharp gusts of wind. The half-god's body shattered instantly, his powerful life force carbonizing within the destructive lightning. From the ashes rose a brilliant, molten flame, coalescing into a towering elemental spirit, a hundred meters tall—vividly lifelike, with flowing long hair and beard, draped in a robe of flame, crowned with a deep red diadem, his features noble and his eyes blazing with fury. A flame giant in the form of a sovereign. "YOU DARE TO DESTROY MY BODY!" the flame giant roared. "DIE!" BOOM! He exploded. Like a nuclear blast, the blinding light was clearly visible dozens of kilometers away, waves of flame cascading upward to form a mushroom cloud in the sky. The shockwave surged forth with unstoppable force, reducing everything within several kilometers to fine dust, extinguishing all life in its path.