The King of Mystic Eyes has a vibrant crimson complexion, with clearly defined muscle fibers. His turbulent, eerie aura is several times more intense than that of a typical ancient war god. The iris of his left eye is golden, composed of countless golden glyphs; the sclera is blood red, like a deep blood pool. This seems the most impure of all things—whenever his gaze falls upon a place, it contaminates it. As this vibrant, eight-armed form of the demon god emerges, a powerful pressure surges outward, sweeping across the land like a tidal wave. "Is this the power bestowed upon you by the demon god?" the King of Fear remarks, habitually touching his ears—though the silver ear studs have long since vanished—mocking, "A temporary infusion of half-divine strength and authority, a one-time consumable. It appears the deities merely see you as disposable trash, something to be used and then discarded." Though this power and half-divine authority reside at the same level, their essences are fundamentally different. Just like porcelain cups and paper cups—where the former can be reused while the latter are discarded after use—the Mage-Eye Sovereign coldly gazed, "Just kill him." His voice was rough, carrying a powerful allure that sent the mind into turmoil. Upon hearing it, Fu Qingyang, who was recovering his body, felt his inner energy instantly disordered, his spiritual forces dispersing into sharp sword-like streams radiating outward. He had to retreat, stepping back to gain distance. This was not due to the Mage-Eye Sovereign's higher rank or greater strength compared to the Sovereign of Fear, but because "allure" was the rule of power the Mage-Eye wielded, while the Sovereign of Fear governed "the Sovereign of a Hundred Armies"—their domains being fundamentally different. From the Mage-Eye Sovereign, a beam of light suddenly shot forth from his left eye. The Sovereign of Fear felt his sense of crisis surge dramatically, lifting his left arm to block the beam aimed at his face. In the next instant, that arm swelled out like a blown-up ball, eventually bursting with a loud "pop," shattering into bone fragments and splattering blood and flesh. The arm irradiated by the Enchanted Eye developed its own will, refusing to align with the King of Fear and willingly self-explosive. The shattered arm struggled to move, its flesh and muscle trembling, yet unable to regenerate new tissue. Seizing the opportunity, the Eye King advanced close, wielding his eight arms—swords, spears, halberds, lances, clubs, and rings—delivering a relentless barrage upon the King of Fear. The latter defended with his weapons. Each impact between blades resonated like a nuclear explosion, sending up a grayish dust storm; the ground beneath them sank continuously under the weight of their movements, triggering earthquakes across a hundred-mile radius. This phenomenon stemmed from the semi-divine power transmitted through their feet into the earth. Throughout the clash, a series of sword beams blossomed upon the King of Fear, disrupting his counterattacks and maneuvers, aiding the Eye King. In moments, the once-copper-and-iron-bodied figure was drenched in blood. Fortunately, the King of Fear possessed the Insight Technique, allowing him to anticipate and evade the Eye's mesmerizing beams even at close range. He stretched his lips, exhaled a thick plume of mist that obscured the Vision King's view. This mist surged with clear intent—toward Fu Qingyang, toward the sky, and toward the four directions—yet it flowed completely around the Vision King, as if deliberately excluding him. Fu Qingyang watched the surging mist tremble violently, and then a towering figure burst forth from it, like a supersonic fighter jet, charging straight toward him! The Vision King's stern face slightly shifted, and he immediately opened his inventory, retrieving the two divine swords he had just stowed, assuming a defensive stance. His recovery was still incomplete; without the aid of divine weapons, he struggled to withstand the attacks of the Fear King. Suddenly, both swords detached themselves and flew toward the Fear King—defection! At that moment, the mist swirling behind both of them rapidly thinned, and within the faint haze, the silhouette of the Vision King began to emerge. The Vision King was consuming the mist. Since the Mist Lord could generate mist, he could also absorb it. The Fear King chuckled, igniting a pale flame in the Two-Principles Divine Swords. "Puff!" He drove the sword, blazing with pale flame, into the ground before him. A surge of pale flame erupted from the mist and raced across the ground, reaching the soles of Fu Qingyang. The money gentleman's body crackled with sounds, as a thin layer of ice formed on his surface, coated with frost. "Whoosh!" A golden beam shot through the mist. The Fearful Sovereign, unable to complete his strike, turned and launched his black "Xuan Shui Feng Lei Sword," forming a water mirror before him. This water mirror was one of the functions of this rule-based sword artifact—capable of deflecting all attacks. Rule-based! Yet, it failed to deflect the beam of enchantment, holding only for a single second before being shattered by the golden-red light. In that brief interval, the pale flame surged across the ground, approaching the Magician of the Eye Sovereign with unstoppable, inevitable force, searing its way to his feet and freezing him solid into an ice statue. "Boom!" The King of Fear, resembling a hypersonic fighter jet, surged forward, lifting a storm of yellow sand and charging at the King of the Divine Eye, his two swords aimed at the latter's head. Suddenly, a burst of swordlight erupted from his wrist, then from his ankle—his hand tendons and Achilles tendons snapped, throwing off his balance, and his swords plunged into his shoulders with a soft "plop." Fu Qingyang broke through the ice shell's encasement and extended swordlight support from a distance. Though deprived of his divine weapons, his sword energy could no longer effectively wound the King of Fear, the support alone was sufficient. At that moment, the King of the Divine Eye, with a series of cracking sounds, shattered the ice shell's restraint, his eight arms clamping firmly onto the King of Fear's shoulders, his left eye fixed upon him, and suddenly unleashed a beam of golden-red light. This beam struck directly upon the King of Fear's face. Instantly, the King of Fear's face swelled and deformed, like a balloon continuously inflating, until it burst with a loud "pop." The neck, the size of a bowl, rapidly pulsed and attempted regeneration, yet could not grow a new head The King of Mystical Eyes smiled, gathering his eight arms into blades, spears, swords, lances, and staffs, and with a deep, resonant roar, launched a powerful strike toward the King of Fear, determined to shatter him into a thousand pieces. Suddenly, the King of Fear brushed his right hand across his neck, staining it with blood, then drew circles on each of his breasts, and made a stroke at his navel. Instantly, his breasts burst open, revealing blood-red eyes, and his navel split, forming a mouth lined with white, sharp teeth. Amidst the relentless onslaught of blades, spears, lances, and staffs, the King of Fear stepped back, raising his Xuan Shui Feng Lei sword. A surge of rushing currents immediately rippled through the air, thickening with dense moisture. The King of Mystical Eyes' eight arms, now submerged in these currents, struggled to move, encountering increasing resistance as his weapons met layer upon layer of obstruction. The moisture clung to his body, sparking fine arcs of electricity that surged across his crimson form, forming countless serpentine streaks of lightning. The King of Mystical Eyes stiffened momentarily. Then, the King of Fear swiftly switched A thunderous explosion resonated within the body of the King of Mystic Eyes. He roared with a piercing cry, lifting his head sharply, flames bursting from his nasal passages, mouth, ear canals, and eyes. The flames that never faded ignited him, transforming him into a magnificent torch. The King of Fear wielded his Xu Shui Feng Lei sword, demonstrating the scout's close combat and swordsmanship—his blade flashed, severing one blood-red arm, then another. The King of Mystic Eyes, enveloped in flames, suddenly lowered his head. With his ability to perceive clearly, the King of Fear curved his elbow, delivering a precise blow that deflected the King of Mystic Eyes' gaze, sending a golden-red beam soaring toward the sky. Immediately, the King of Fear drove the blazing sword into the left eye socket of the King of Mystic Eyes. "Boom!" The fierce spirit of fire exploded within the King of Mystic Eyes' skull, as if struck by a heavy blow to the head—he stiffened, nearly lifeless, then collapsed with a loud thud. A sharp surge of swordlight erupted from the King of Fear, like a surgical scalpel, precisely slicing through the tendons, limbs, and core muscles. The King of Fear, whose attack had been interrupted, remained calm, steady, and with the arm that had been severed, firmly planted the Shifting Flame Sword into the ground. The pale flame flowed along the earth, chasing Fu Qingyang. The King of Fear withdrew his gaze, no longer looking—by rule, the flame would inevitably freeze his target. He then switched his Er-Yi Magic Blade to the Flame Sword, inserting it into the chest of the Magi-Eye, igniting the blazing fire spirit within. Then, he lifted the Magi-Eye’s blackened head and grinned, saying, “The Magi-Eye, there is another efficient and convenient way to cleanse the world—by cleansing yourself.” With that, he used his Xuan-Shui Feng-Lai Sword to sever the Magi-Eye’s head. …… Main Array! As the fifth Golden Phoenix detached from the Sun’s essence, the one who had remained seated motionless throughout suddenly rose. “The time has come!” He suddenly spread his arms wide, chanting softly. The starlight grinding disk collapsed, transforming into a downward spiraling dragon vortex, while the "black slurry" on the ground surged upward, forming an upward-reversing vortex. The two spirals converged in midair, intertwining and merging into a hazy, black hole with a dark core and radiant edges streaked with starlight. Five golden suns periodically struggled to emerge from within the hole, only to be drawn back in. The black hole exerted a powerful suction, yet it did not target matter—it specifically absorbed the power of the Sun God. Zhang Yuanqing was lifted uncontrollably, flying toward the hole. He tirelessly summoned the power of the Sun God, attempting to purify the force, which indeed slowed his descent, though the Sun God's power was depleting at an even faster rate. Seeing this, the Lord of the Stars willingly plunged into the hole. "Hoo!" The suction within the hole instantly intensified severalfold. Zhang Yuanqing flew toward the hole once more. …… The Sky and Earth Array. Lying amidst the wind and snow, Zhai Cai felt a warm, soothing sensation throughout her body, as though she were immersed in a hot spring. This made him realize his body was also slowly dying. Zhai Cai sighed, "When I was studying under my master, he often said, 'Sacrifice is the destiny of a knight!' As long as you have a heart willing to sacrifice, you can cut through steel. I used to nod and agree, but never truly believed it. In the Spirit Realm, the Waywalkers face a crisis every month to gain levels and strength—life itself is like a performance on a tightrope. With just a slight misstep, one can be crushed. So why should I bother sacrificing for others? I never even thought about it. I always said, 'Sacrifice is the destiny of a knight!'—yet I never truly meant it..." Xia Hou Ao Tian urged, "This guy has started talking nonsense—probably he's caught in the rotating vision. Is there any way we can save him?" Jiang Yu Ei shook her head solemnly, "I cannot cast spells through the sealing of the cotton blanket." While the cotton blanket protects the timid, it also seals them. To break free from that seal, they will inevitably be killed by the Phantom God, resulting in the complete annihilation of three bronze teams. Of course, even if they remain within the blanket, it's merely a temporary relief—like drinking poison to quench thirst. If Zhai Cai's condition were stable, Jiang Yu Ei might take a chance. But currently, the single-line knight is on the brink of death, and the wind and snow are steadily eroding his strength. Healing him will take time. She is certain that the Phantom God will return them to the spiritual realm before Zhai Cai fully recovers. Zhai Cai was completely immersed in his own world, saying, "I have a disciple who isn't officially recognized as one—Xia Zuo. He wishes to study under me, but I declined, casually saying that sacrifice is the destiny of a knight. "With that, a flicker of regret passed through the single-line knight's eyes, and he chuckled sadly, "He actually believed it—and gave his life in the Killing Instance. I never thought my casual remark back then would become his creed..." "Damn it," he murmured in his heart, "now it's paying off. The Spirit Realm pulled me into this instance specifically to make me sacrifice." Xiahou Aotian sighed internally. Xiazuo sacrificed himself willingly for the victory of Order—true sacrifice. You, on the other hand, are just being slaughtered! We're all going to be slaughtered! As this thought formed, he saw Zhai Cai slowly lift her stiff left hand, reaching out from the void to grasp a blue ink-stamped postage stamp. This was the reward received from the Divine War Instance for borrowing the Holy Knight's armor. Zhai Cai spoke softly, "I'll exchange it." Even this carefree one had finally chosen the knight's destiny.