With the sound of conversation, waves of deep purple mist rose to the second floor, spreading along the floor like stage fog from dry ice. At the same time, a green cloud formed by venomous insects buzzed and surged, darting left and right at the stairwell entrance, inspecting every corner. The evil forces had already deployed their poisonous insects and mist before their arrival, showing remarkable caution. Standing prominently, Alicia glanced toward a spot near the stairwell entrance, where the Heavenly Moral Sovereign was concealed. As the toxic mist and insects approached the Sovereign, she immediately raised her staff, generating a small hurricane that lifted the thick, heavy mist and insect swarm into the air. The footsteps at the stairs paused, and the evil forces ceased their conversation. A few seconds later, a light laugh echoed from the stairwell: "Just two of us—let's go up." With those words, a group of figures ascended the stairs, entering Alicia and her companion's view—exactly as the Heavenly Moral Sovereign had predicted: five enemies in total. Leading the group was a young white man with long, deep-green hair, wearing light blue jeans and revealing a well-muscled, full-figured upper body. Along his ribcage stretched four thick, distorted black arms—each massive and powerful, their fingernails sharp, keratin-like, as if capable of cleaving through steel. His eyes had transformed into amber vertical pupils, their gaze steady and emotionless, devoid of human sentiment. "The Hundred-Armed Mythic Creature..." Alysia's face grew serious. Though she had anticipated hearing the title "Hundred-Armed Steward," seeing the creature in person shattered her last vestige of hope. The Hundred-Armed Mythic Creature was a member of the Biological Alchemy Guild, consistently active in the most turbulent regions of the Free Federation—specifically, the region of Meech. While recent conflicts in the New Accord Province have seen peak saints returning to the spiritual realm with little significance, in the past, these peak saints—like the Hundred-Armed Mythic Creature—have functioned more as lawless outlaws than established figures. Murder, robbery, extortion, rape... all depending on his mood and moral alignment. Even if two peak saints from the lawful faction mobilized, they couldn't kill him—only manage to shake him off. Now, unless the hundred-armed maggot intervenes, the evil side still has four saints, all strong fighters, each accompanied by powerful artifacts and relics. The odds for our side are very slim. Two mutants, one heavy drinker, one illusionist, one witch-doctor... Qingzhu quickly identified the five enemy roles, gripping the Egyptian pharaoh's solar disk tightly in one hand while opening his inventory with the other, ready to summon the stele for defense. Facing this composition of enemies, he decided to abandon any intention of launching a direct assault. Alysia is a wind mage, while he is a beast king—both relying solely on physical attacks. Meanwhile, the heavy drinker's skills are nearly impenetrable, the illusionist's mental manipulation, assaults, and illusions are completely unbreakable, and the spirit communicator's abilities are equally formidable. If he can be further supported by relics and props, he and Alicia will barely manage a few rounds before being sent back to the spiritual realm. The core strength of chaotic over lawful classes lies precisely in their more powerful and unbreakable abilities. For now, all they can hope for is that the Moral Sovereign eliminates one of the enemies, shifting the situation from three against five to three against four—thus gaining a fighting chance. "Ah, Alicia!" The Hundred-Armed Maggot's eyes brightened, and a joyful yet cruel smile quickly spread across his face—clearly, he recognized her. Upon seeing that only two foes remained, the chaotic classes relaxed, adopting either a mocking or a cruel expression. The humanoid shell-being priest, his gaze lingering on Alicia's well-proportioned figure, suddenly grew enthusiastic, straightening his back with a hearty chuckle: "The woman from the first floor won't get a chance to enjoy this—this time, let's take out the men first. The woman will stay behind for us to enjoy. I don't get many chances to ride a horse, and certainly not one as striking as this." "Regarding his proposal, aside from the Hundred-Armed Maggot, the other three chuckled knowingly and showed no objection—after all, as a profession rooted in indulgence and evil, there was no reason to refuse such an offer." "Hmph!" the Hundred-Armed Maggot snorted, "If you wish to play with women, speak to me after you leave the instance—I won't tolerate a peak Saint surviving." With that, he removed the gourd from his waist and shouted, "Alicia!" Instantly, a powerful vortex erupted at the gourd's mouth, sweeping Alicia from ten meters away and engulfing her. This was a relic he had acquired in the first hall of the exhibition, known as the Yin-Yang Gourd—a particularly special artifact. As long as the wooden plug is removed and the name of the target is called aloud, the target is instantly drawn into the gourd. Within one hour, the target can be transformed into a state of blood-soaked weakness. Even if the target possesses unique defensive or self-healing abilities, after one hour of exposure, they will be rendered frail and helpless. Strong currents of air carried Alicia toward the gourd, yet she remained calm, raising her staff Her body creaked under the tug of two opposing air currents, with faint signs of bone fractures. The hundred-armed magic insect's eyes glowed a gray-white, and two beams of petrifying light shot forth, only to be intercepted by a semi-circular yellow aura. It was Qingzhu who had thrown the stele. Alycia raised her staff: "Gale wind!" She suddenly groaned, pressing her palm to her forehead—before the gale wind had fully formed beneath the group, it dissipated into gentle breezes. It was the illusionist who had delivered a mental assault, a technique capable of being used one-on-one, though less potent than a broad-spectrum attack. Even wind mages with delicate mental fortitude could withstand it. Yet he had employed it primarily to interrupt casting, not to inflict significant harm upon Alycia. Experienced travelers of the Spirit Realm were well-versed in the dynamics of team combat. On the other side, the humanoid shell insect picked up a bronze lance, shook its wings, and charged the barrier formed by the stele. The lance head shimmered with a translucent glow. The power of blessing! Any subjective action will receive unseen support, as if aided by a higher force. Among the three core abilities of the spirit medium, only the power of blessing requires prior preparation—before ascending the stairs, he had already set up his altar and performed rituals to bless himself and his team. "Crack!" The stone stele and the yellow gas shield shattered simultaneously, and a holy-item artifact was thus destroyed. The beam of petrification now flowed unimpeded. Qingzhu had been ready—his arm transformed into a vine, reaching toward Alysia. She raised a wind barrier to reinforce her defense. Yet, the vine meant to reach Alysia suddenly turned toward the other side, and the wind barrier stood behind her, not in front. The drunkard had induced a sense of perceptual disorientation, disrupting their sense of direction. The beam of petrification struck Alysia in the chest, her pale complexion growing unsettled, though steady in its spread, gradually petrifying her torso and abdomen. Alysia could no longer resist and swiftly drifted toward the vortex at the mouth of the gourd. Seeing this, the hundred-armed magical insect revealed a cruel smile. At that moment, the beetle spirit master turned and fired a shot, his face contorted in fury: "I told you I wanted to take her! Do you not understand? If you don't understand, then take me first!" The spirit master who was undergoing transformation moved swiftly and precisely, catching the hundred-armed magical insect off guard. The insect could only manage to extend one dark arm to block. "Clang!" A 1-star cultural relic landed on the master's forearm, splashing bright sparks. Though the magical gourd wasn't broken, the palm blocking the gourd's opening sealed the spout, causing the swirling vortex to vanish instantly. Alicia felt a great release of tension. "What are you doing?!" the hundred-armed magical insect roared, pale light gathering in his eyes. The beetle spirit master was also stunned, "Me? What am I doing?" Just in that instant, he had been filled with intense anger and frustration, believing the hundred-armed magical insect was completely ignoring his requests, treating him with utter disrespect. His inner rage surged, overwhelming his composure, and thus he launched his decisive attack. Now that the surge of energy has been released, he realizes something is wrong. "His mind has been manipulated!" the sorcerer in the team shouted loudly. The five evil-class members were startled, and then heard a loud clatter as something was thrown at their feet. Looking down, they saw a circular disk the size of a large basin—half white, half black, with a red pointer at its center. At this moment, the red pointer was pointing to the black half. A dialogue box appeared above the disk: [Pointer: Black] [Note 1: Answer the questions posed by the disk. Correct answers allow you to reposition the pointer, accumulating three white segments will lift the seal.] [Note 2: Those who answer incorrectly will die!] [Question: A guest arrived at a brothel and requested two female attendants to be taken into the room!] [Note: Please answer this question with a Chinese idiom. Respond within thirty seconds. Countdown: 00:29:45] An invisible seal unfolded, extending over a radius of forty meters. Thanks to having pre-planned their strategy, Qingzhu took off immediately upon hearing the disturbance, carrying Aliciia who had partially turned to stone, thus escaping the encasement of the Yin-Yang Rotating Disk. The mysterious evil-class members stared at one another, expressions puzzled. "I can see the in-game translation, but I don't understand what it means," the drunkard from the team said, turning to the spirit caster and illusionist. As he spoke, the spirit caster soared upward, reaching the edge of the disk and charging forward with his spear. The disk remained motionless. "It won't break!" the spirit caster shouted, turning back. "What? What?!" the illusionist's face changed dramatically, "The Yin-Yang Rotating Disk? The legendary Yin-Yang Rotating Disk?" What Yin-Yang Rotating Disk? The three leading evil-class members from the first region couldn't catch up. Before the illusionist could explain, a piercing cry sliced through the sky, and all five of them turned their heads upward, their foreheads as if struck by a staff, their heads splitting with pain, warm blood gushing from their nostrils. A figure materialized at a distance, plucked out a crimson triangular soft hat, and shook forth three shadowy forms swirling with negative qi. "Let's take him!" Zhang Yuanqing pointed at the Hundred-Armed Demon King. Lady Yin Yao held the Han Ba Fang bronze sword, Bai Ren Shan wielded a chopping saber, and the Greedy Divine General carried a blood-red great axe, forming a triangular formation and charging toward the Hundred-Armed Demon Creature, simultaneously striking with their weapons. The Hundred-Armed Demon King's six arms grasped the three weapons; the two axes with armor-piercing capabilities drove directly into his palm bones. "Crack!" The Demon King collapsed, his knees shattering the floor tiles. Zhang Yuanqing paid him no attention, transforming into a streak of starlight and appearing before the sorcerer, then spewing forth the power of the Sun God from his palm, shaping it into a long sword that struck at the sorcerer's neck. He chose to eliminate the sorcerer first, as they were of the same profession and could dominate him comprehensively. At that instant, the sorcerer, the heavy drinker, and the second mutated being, all recovering from mental shock, launched their attacks simultaneously—distorting spatial distance, experiencing bodily disorientation, casting illusions, delivering mental strikes, and unleashing beams of petrification—all their strong control and offensive abilities pouring down in a single surge. A faint golden aura shimmered on Zhang Yuanqing's body. His immunity to the Sun God's power and the Unyielding Will pill, combined with his very status as a peak-level Dream-Weaver, rendered these abilities completely ineffective. A sharp flash of golden light cut through—the sorcerer fell lifeless, blood gushing like a fountain. A delicate ethereal form swiftly detached from his body and fled toward the distance. Zhang Yuanqing's eyes glowed with dark energy; he opened his mouth and drew in a deep breath, instantly swallowing the soul of this Dream-Weaver and sealing it with the power of the Yin Deity. On the other side, the Hundred-Armed Ink Worm opened his inventory, summoning a series of bone armor plates. His body instantly expanded, transforming him into a towering humanoid monster reaching two meters in height, his aura approaching the very limits of the Three shadow corpses were instantly hurled backward. Zhang Yuanqing reached out from the void, grasping a black crescent moon, and pressed it against his forehead—immediately, the crescent merged with his flesh, transforming into a vine-like pattern that spread across half his face. The three shadow corpses' energies surged, their dense negative qi counteracting the petrification, and together they exerted powerful pressure, once again forcing the hundred-armed magical insect to kneel. At this moment, the countdown on the yin-yang rotating disk came to an end. Four beams of dark light erupted from the black disk, enveloping the evil-class characters, relentlessly draining their vitality. While the drunkard caused the beams to become disordered, the other three evil-class characters could not withstand the draining effect, their lives rapidly fading. Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Yuanqing switched his long sword into a large bow, sending a golden glow from his fingertips, which materialized into an arrow. With a sharp *whoosh*, the arrow shot toward the drunkard. The latter, accustomed to using his skill to alter the arrow's trajectory, found that the skill had no effect. The drunkard was struck in the chest, yet with no blood and no visible wound—only a sharp "crash" resonated from within his pocket, where a clay figure hidden there shattered into dust. The artifact served as a substitute for the dying figure. "Buzzing…" A swarm of bees, each tipped with a venomous stinger, surged forward. After the spirit-medium realized the "loss of fortune" spell had failed, he decisively expelled the bees, deploying them as specialized units capable of piercing armor and delivering potent venom attacks. Zhang Yuanqing snapped his fingers with a crisp "snap," and the light dissolved into stars. The Yin-Yang wheel unleashed a thick beam of dark light, sweeping across the bees, causing the parasites to fall one by one. Within the wheel's domain, all living beings were drawn upon for their life force, except for the undead and the owners of the tools. A glow of stars emerged beside the drunkard, and Zhang Yuanqing raised his head, emitting a piercing cry that shook the opponent's spirit and resolve, leaving him unable to activate his abilities. At the same time, his large bow warped and transformed into a long blade, which he drove through the drunkard's chest. The spirit seer swiftly soared into the sky, focusing and remaining on guard, while the other transformed being abandoned the idea of aiding the hundred-armed monster, instead exhaling toxic smoke to keep the enemies at bay. "Huff... huff..." Under the enveloping darkness, steadily losing health, he gasped heavily, feeling his body growing increasingly weary. He dared not slacken his vigilance, his gaze sharp and scanning the surroundings. Soon, he noticed disturbances in the purple smoke on his left—something was approaching him at high speed. Without hesitation, he launched a beam of petrifying light. The pale beam struck its target, rendering the attacking foe invisible. Yet before the transformed being could rejoice, his eyes narrowed as a brilliant golden light flashed—next moment, his head was pierced through by a slender, pale golden sword, with no blood spilling out, the power of the Sun God sealing the wound. Why could he withstand the petrifying beam? That was his final thought before returning to the realm of spirits. Seizing the opportunity, the spirit medium soaring through the air dove downward like a streak of light, driving his lance toward Zhang Yuanqing's back. He had caught the surprise attack and believed, with the blessing of prayer, he would surely succeed. Zhang Yuanqing suddenly turned, neither stepping back nor dodging, raising both hands in a stabbing stance, and golden light coalesced between them to form a long spear. Plung! Plung! The lance and spear simultaneously pierced each other's chests. Under the rigorous training of the old stagehand, Zhang Yuanqing now understood the essence of the Day-Wanderer's combat: the power of the Day God's overwhelming force combined with the Night-Wanderer's exceptional healing ability. He had no fear of exchanging wounds or even lives with his opponent. Hey—his lance was laced with a potent toxin… Zhang Yuanqing felt the pain like blades cutting through him, nearly fainting, and quickly expelled the power of the Yin Goddess. The ethereal figure, dressed in her wedding gown, cradling the infant, entered the medium's body. Then, he released the spear. This time, he did not summon the power of the Day God to form the weapon, as that would have harmed He disregarded the spear embedded in his body, clenched his fists, and launched a powerful punch that shattered the spirit mage's skull. The Night-Wanderer, though not a full-fledged warrior, was still half of one. Plump! The spirit mage's body fell, spreading thick streaks of blood across the ground. On the other side, under the continuous drain of life from the Yin-Yang rotating disk, the Hundred-Armed Monster still managed to defeat the Six-Rank Yin Corpse known as Hundred-Handed Slash, holding on desperately amid the combined pressure from Lady Silver Yao and the greedy divine general. Zhang Yuanqing no longer chose close combat. Instead, he focused on drawing strength from his longbow, launching ranged attacks to pressure the enemy, while simultaneously allowing his chest wound to heal and his body to detoxify. In secret, he guided the spirit of the Hundred-Armed Monster, amplifying its sense of despair, so that its attacks grew increasingly violent and disorganized. Five minutes later, the Hundred-Armed Monster, now near its final breath, was struck in the throat by Zhang Yuanqing's arrow and pierced through the heart by the greedy general's armor-splitting blade As soon as he had died, the gray-white stone that had nearly fully petrified Alicia rapidly retreated. Alicia stared in disbelief. She could not imagine that, at the Saint stage, someone could single-handedly defeat five senior Saints in under ten minutes—especially if one excludes the time deliberately spent weakening the hundred-armed maggot. Morality, the Celestial Sovereign, had even dispatched four evil-class opponents in less than five minutes. This completely upended her understanding. The killing raid was strictly prohibited from using master-tier items or consumables.