The King of Fear resembles a yaksha from Buddhism, with a jet-black complexion, eight arms spread out like a fan, holding a sword, spear, knife, staff, halberd, and a ring. His two hands, forming fists as part of his body, add to the dynamic presence. He has two heads, each with eyes like copper bells, broad mouths, and high, prominent noses—extremely formidable. Under the enhancement of the array's power, his strength is amplified, making the already semi-divine warrior even more terrifying. The mere aura he emits causes a mild sense of suffocation among the resolute Fu Qingyang and the King of the Magician's Eye. Under these circumstances, it would be nearly impossible to defeat the King of Fear without making a sacrifice. Thus, the King of the Magician's Eye wishes for Fu Qingyang to lead the charge, since the money-son is not the Sun Sovereign, not someone he is absolutely pledged to—indeed, he could simply praise him as a hero and, in eighteen years' time, rebrand himself with a new title. Fu Qingyang shares the same mindset. Even in his mind, he had formulated two simple tactics. The first was a strategy of attrition: the ancient war god possessed high defense and substantial health, but was not invincible in stamina. If the Mago of the Divine Eye could withstand the King of Fear on the front lines, he could continuously press the enemy using the power of the "strike" rule. In the lifeless desert, where there were no living beings to sustain the war god's bloodthirsty fury, the King of Fear would inevitably fall. Of course, the weaker Mago of the Divine Eye would perish first. The King of Fear, driven by his relentless mission to cleanse the world, would thus serve the lawful faction and die with purpose. The second tactic was a swift, decisive engagement—both sides would rapidly reveal their strongest assets, exhausting their peak offensive capabilities in a short span, and the victor would be determined by who ultimately prevailed. This strategy relied heavily on luck, unless both parties fully understood each other's strengths. However, Fu Qingyang had no clear knowledge of how many cards the King of Fear held in his hand. In silence, both of them exchanged glances filled with the intent of "you may generously lay down your lives." After a few seconds, Fu Qingyang spoke coldly, "Then let's go together!" "Exactly as I'd hoped!" With that, the Mage-Eye Emperor reached into his inventory and pulled out a towering statue, one zhang high, black in hue. The statue stood on the back of a black dragon, held a slender, white femur in one hand, wore a regal robe, and though its face was blurred, exuded an indescribable depth—like a deep abyss or an endless sea, immeasurable. Before the statue stood a drum made of animal hide. As the femur fell and struck the drum, a resonant sound rang out. "Dong!" The thunderous drumbeat spread throughout the air, causing the sky to darken with swirling clouds that rolled over the surrounding hundred li, forming a realm of rain and wind, lightning and thunder. A rule-based item—the Rain-Commander Drumming Statue. This artifact was forged through the refinement of the Rain-Commander Statue and the Kui-ox Drum, both belonging to the Grand Elder of the Water Deity Palace among the Nine Elders This rule-based item's primary function is to create an ideal battlefield for the Rain Lord, suppressing opponents of similar strength—Magi-Eye King, not being a Rain Lord, cannot harness the endless downpours. However, the drumbeats and winds and rains possess effects that unsettle the mind, induce illness, and repel the energies of other professions, significantly weakening the King of Fear. "Plash! Plash!" The downpour pours down, heavy raindrops striking the sturdy form of the King of Fear, sending up a misty veil that extinguishes his powerful aura. At the same time, his chest rises and falls rapidly, and hot breath escapes his nostrils. He is ill! The King of Fear raises an eyebrow, his voice thick with nasal resonance: "This is rather reminiscent of the old man from the Palace of the Water God's 'Rain Lord image.' How do you possess this item?" As he speaks, he exhales, releasing a thick plume of mist that surges like a tide, first enveloping him, blocking the Magi-Eye King's line of sight, obscuring Fu Qingyang's focus, and spreading outwards in all directions. A dense fog rose swiftly, spreading everywhere, with the potential to blanket the entire arena. For the King of Fear, releasing such a fog to envelop a city was a matter of ease. Fog was one of the most terrifying abilities of the Enchanting Beasts—capable of sudden appearances, of turning targets into mist, and of obscuring perception. Within the fog, the Fog Master and the Ancient War God could effortlessly defeat opponents of equal strength. Yet, fog was not difficult to counter: only sufficient wind, strong enough, was needed. The King of the Magical Eyes immediately summoned the "Rain Master's Drumming Figure," setting the drums in motion to generate a fierce wind that caused the rain across the world to tremble. The wind swept the fog into its path, lifting it into the sky. As soon as the fog was dispersed, the King of the Magical Eyes saw the figure of the King of Fear, his eyes blazing crimson, having materialized through the mist and now standing before him. Without hesitation, the King of the Magical Eyes subtly moved his gaze, projecting the King of Fear's image and instantly launching a beam of golden light. At this close range, he was confident in his ability to control the King of Fear. Yet, the ever-effective Eye of Persuasion faltered this time. The King of Fear seemed to anticipate his assault, suddenly crouching to deflect the beam, then puffing out his cheeks to expel a jet of sword-energy that blazed out and blinded the Magi-Eye King's vertical eye. The Magi-Eye King felt a sharp pain across his forehead, and warm liquid streamed down his face. Seizing this opening, the King of Fear unfolded his eight arms like a peacock, then swiftly closed them, launching blades, spears, lances, and halberds from multiple directions and angles toward the Magi-Eye King. The Magi-Eye King extended his eight arms, wielding the weapons to block. Within a single second, the array of weapons he had conjured shattered into shimmering fragments, the sound of clashing metal fading away. In the next instant, a long sword pierced his chest, a long spear thrust through his ribs, a long pole crushed his shoulder, and a long lance severed four of his left arms, while a lance drove through his abdomen, lifting him into the air. Though the King of Fear was a full-tier divine warrior, he ultimately held his own only for a single round against the The King of Mago Eyes roared in agony, his body suddenly splitting open to reveal twin pairs of strange, golden-red vertical eyes. At the same time, Fu Qingyang took a single step forward and swiftly executed two sword strikes. The swordlight vanished into the void, dissolving into nothingness. Pff! The tendons in the feet of the King of Fear suddenly snapped, cleaved neatly. A strike now elevated to the level of a rule—no matter how well anticipated, it could not be avoided, and inevitably struck its mark. The imposing, powerful frame of the King of Fear inevitably collapsed to the ground. As he fell, he seemed once again to foresee the enemy's attack, and at the very moment of his collapse, deliberately released his weapons, using his eight arms to support the ground, like the legs of an arthropod. With a series of agile, fluid movements, he managed to evade the golden-red beams that radiated like a spotlight from the Magi's eyes. In Fu Qingyang's dark, luminous eyes, the figure of the King of Fear was clearly visible—he seemed to have locked onto something, and with a single sword stroke, he launched his attack. A sharp "crack" echoed in one The King of Fear stiffened. This stellar chart was a gift from the Lord of the Stars, a replica of the original. While the replica could only reflect crises occurring within the next five seconds, and lacked the power of rules, it was susceptible to subtle interference from the Moon's hidden influence—yet it was more than sufficient to counteract the ordinary magic eyes and Fu Qingyang, who lacked such hidden capabilities. Unanticipated, Fu Qingyang had discovered it so swiftly and used his "Blade Strike" technique to destroy it. Without the chart's early warnings, the King of Fear could no longer evade the barrage of mesmerizing eyes, standing rigid and motionless, his gaze vacant. Fu Qingyang gestured with his left hand, and a four-foot sword blazing with pale flame detached itself from his inventory and came into his grasp. The pale flame seemed to possess a certain inertia—its flickers moved more slowly than ordinary flame, as though slowed down to 0.5x playback. This was a Tier-9 rule-based artifact—the Two Principles Magic Blade! The mask forged from blazing flames takes on two forms: the Steal-Flame Sword and the Blaze Sword. The Steal-Flame Sword functions by siphoning the target's flame, temperature, and symbolic heat. The Blaze Sword functions through "combustion" and "explosion"—whenever it strikes, the target's body surface ignites, regardless of whether they have broken defense, and the flames cannot be extinguished. With each successive strike, the spirit of fire accumulates, eventually culminating in an explosion. Fu Qingyang planted his long sword, glowing with white flame, before him. The white flame surged forth, flowing along the ground like a straight, slender stream, spreading all the way to the feet of the King of Fear. "Crack… crack…" The subtle sounds of ice crystals forming revealed a solid layer of white frost emerging over the King of Fear's body, a thin layer of ice encasing his deep crimson eyes. He now resembled a drunkard collapsed in a snowy, icy landscape, stiffening from within outwards. Fu Qingyang roared, "Let's finish this quickly!" He wasn't planning for a prolonged battle, as his own forces simply lacked the conditions—facing the Mago's Eye head-on, they couldn't even last a single round. The gap in strength between the two sides was too vast. Ultimately, it was the power of a half-divine being, something the nine-tier Sovereigns, who commanded the very rules of existence, could not match. The Mago's Eye leapt high, reaching dozens of meters, its eight arms transforming into spears, swords, halberds, lances, and rings, and drove them with fierce force into the now-ice-cast Fear King. Fu Qingyang, meanwhile, drew out a bronze figure, swiftly flicking his fingers—rows of bronze soldiers, each wielding a long sword, emerged from the box with a crisp, unified clink of armor. Fu Qingyang's expression sharpened, his face flushing crimson, and a surge of sword energy surged straight toward the heavens, instantly swelling around his body. Like the Night-Wanderer's Moon-Shout, the Swordmaster's decisive action was a brief, potent activation that temporarily unlocked his full strength. The swords held by the over a hundred bronze figures erupted into towering waves of sword energy, launching a At that moment, the bronze soldiers suddenly turned their heads, gazing upward toward the Celestial Eye King floating in the sky. Fu Qingyang realized he could no longer control them. A hundred swords were drawn. But their target was not the King of Fear, but the Celestial Eye. A hundred beams of swordlight plunged into the deep, ethereal void, and the very next instant, the Celestial Eye's body dissolved in midair. "Plink... plink..." The fragments of the Celestial Eye King began to fall from the sky. ... The Earth-Sky Array. Holding the quilt, Xue Hou Ao Tian was about to cover Zhai Cai with it when he suddenly saw a figure emerge from within the single-legacy knight—none other than the southern-style Phantom God, dressed in black robes, his face hidden. The southern-style Phantom God slightly raised his head and opened his mouth. A无形, terrifying wave of sound radiated out, spreading like ripples across the surrounding beings. Shadow Roar! A half-divine Shadow Roar! Even after having been weakened by the rising sun, it still surpassed the capacity of a Level Eight Sovereign. Without hesitation, Xue Hou Ao Tian unfolded the quilt and wrapped himself in it At the same time, he heard the piercing scream of the Master of the Halt-Killing Palace from afar.