This Eastern god-dog king, with a sudden leap that left no time for breath, managed to force open a passage wide enough to accommodate two Tibetan mastiffs. The mastiffs, organized and disciplined, surged forward in a coordinated wave. They charged into the windbreak, catching the zombies completely off guard. As the Color King shouted, "Don't fall!" the windbreak collapsed heavily. "Ding-ding-ding-ding…" the bright horn sounded once more. With the master and the chief personally blowing the horn to launch the attack, the Wind-Fire Hall and the God-Dog Army were instantly energized and fought with renewed vigor. The collapse of the army was like a mountain falling—like a tide turning—despite the Color King's desperate attempt to unleash the scent of his thousand-year-old decaying corpses. Suddenly, High-Light appeared before him, holding a sword that shimmered with cold brilliance. This sword, drawn from the Yue-Guang Treasure Box, was named the Sword of Cutting Heaven. It was a weapon of divine purpose—cleansing demons, vanquishing evil, and upholding justice. The strong magical aura of the Color King naturally drew the sword's power, which surged forward with a resounding "hoo Ying'er stirred slightly, and Gao Liang gently lifted her, cradling her in his arms with deep tenderness, then kissed her delicate face instinctively. Ying'er felt as though she had just woken up from a dream, discovering herself being held by her husband—she was utterly delighted. But upon seeing the lustful gaze of the Color Demon, she immediately grew furious and exclaimed, "You won't escape! Witness our dual swords soaring to heaven!" As soon as she finished speaking, Gao Liang swiftly retrieved the Bingpo Han Guang Sword from the equipment library of the Yueguang Treasure Box and handed it to Ying'er. With the Zhan Tian Sword and the Bingpo Han Guang Sword forming a harmonious synergy, their complementary energies amplified their combined power. The thirty-six moves of the Dual Swords Soaring to Heaven were sharp and powerful, forcing the Color Demon to bravely defend himself. Yet, he cried out in pain—“Ah! Ah!”—for his hands burned as if set on fire. "Ha! Well deserved!" Ying'er chuckled. The Color Demon was furious and turned to Ying'er, saying, "You are truly cunning!" "Highlight interjects: 'In warfare, deception is always preferable—how can you be so enchanted by my charm that you'd even desire my women? Truly, you're delusional! Anyone who dares to touch my women shall die!' To ensure his own safety, the Color King deploys his final move: 'Spirit Dispersed!' Again, he summons the zombies—those lying on the ground now rise and revive. As Highlight and Ying'er's dual blades reach their peak intensity, the zombies emerge from all directions—front, back, left, right, above, and below—launching coordinated attacks on them. They disrupt formations and techniques, interfering with their swordplay. Ying'er grows uneasy—one zombie gently tugs at her flowing, waterfall-like hair from behind, while another chuckles seductively. Highlight struggles fiercely; with zombies attacking from multiple angles, he can only defend, unable to launch powerful counterattacks. 'Gold armor! Silver armor! Get up and join us!' But no one responds. Good heavens—where have my senior guards gone?" Indeed, the three close friends and the brothers from Fenghuo Hall responded immediately: "Boss, there are more and more zombies—once we defeat them, they rise again. Our brothers are fast running out of strength!" "Ooooh!" The divine dog legion led by the King of the Tibetan Mastiffs was baying furiously, yet, just like the brothers from Fenghuo Hall, they found that every time they knocked down a zombie, two more would rise again—no matter how hard they fought, they couldn't eliminate them all. "Alright, you guys—hold the line for me, and after the battle, I'll reward you handsomely! Understood?" As soon as Gao Liang spoke, his loyal brothers charged forward without hesitation, fighting with relentless courage. Though they couldn't secure decisive victories, their heroic spirit—so bold and resolute—left a profound impression. The Color King of the Demon was growing increasingly anxious. He hadn't expected Gao Liang's troops to be so numerous and so vigorous—each one a true warrior, full of energy and spirit—while his own forces were mostly decaying corpses. Without his immense mental strength to keep them under control, these corpses would have already overwhelmed Indeed, when it came down to testing endurance and stamina, the side led by Gao Liang came out on top. "Fatty Deng! Shy Yang! Soft-hearted Wu! You three—listen up! Rally your brothers and summon that spirit of perseverance and unyielding determination! Launch a fierce assault on these wobbly, crumbling zombies! I’ll show you a technique: use your blade to plunge straight into the zombie’s heart! Remember—be fierce! Be relentless! Be swift!" "Old man! Absolutely amazing! Haha!" The three close friends raised their thumbs in admiration and immediately issued orders as requested by Gao Liang, prompting their comrades to fight with even greater vigor. The zombies fell one after another, crushed under the dual assaults from the Wind-Flame Hall and the Divine Dog Legion, and under Gao Liang's exceptional command. A vast number of zombies lay down, never to rise again. This significantly eased the burden on Gao Liang and Ying'er. The Double-Sword Sky-Flight maneuver was indeed impressive—this time, it truly shone. "Ying'er, hurry! Jump onto my shoulders—we'll synchronize our sword movements and strike directly at the Color King's vital point!" At Gao Liang's prompt, Ying'er gracefully ascended to his shoulder. "Wow! Sitting on my husband's shoulders to fight—this is the first time!" Ying'er was naturally shy and delighted. Yet, the Color King wasn't an easy opponent—he was well aware of Gao Liang's strength and specifically targeted Ying'er from above. After several rounds, the color-mage's several 2000-year-old zombies left Ying'er exhausted. "Honey! Didn't you forget my psychological strategy?" With high-light's reminder, Ying'er began specifically targeting the hearts of the zombies charging toward her—yet this time, it proved completely ineffective. It turned out the color-mage had already armored these zombies. These were indeed the color-mage's Four Pillars—should any of them fall, the color-mage would be utterly powerless. Damn it—so it seems, when the old one doesn't show his strength, he's just a sick cat. High-light's lips curled into a slight downward arc. He immediately roared, drawing his斩天 sword once more. But before high-light could deliver the blow, the color-mage turned his attention directly to Ying'er. "Ah!" The color-mage's hands seized Ying'er's clothing, pulling her with such force that she nearly fell off high-light's shoulder. Fortunately, high-light steadied her with a strong hand and said, "Honey, hold on!" Hurry! Hurry! Strike now—the perfect moment for attack has arrived! For the first time, a line of thought appeared in Ying'er's mind: "Honey! My husband has been carefully observing this color-mage for a long time. His eyes are his vital point! You must target them specifically!" At that very moment, Ying'er noticed that the color-mage's glowing eyes were closest to her attack path. Seizing the moment when the color-mage was relaxed, she leapt onto Gao-liang's shoulders and launched her Ice-Purity Cold-Light Sword. With a sharp "ssshh!" the sword pierced the color-mage's eyes swiftly and precisely. "Ah!" the color-mage cried out, blood streaming from his eyes. With nothing visible, he had no strength left to fight further—his hands were still burning with pain. He shouted fiercely at Gao-liang and Ying'er: "This time, you've outdone yourselves! Next time, I'll make sure you both suffer terribly!" And then, like a mist, he vanished, followed by the zombies. The remaining zombies were all slain by the wind-fire brothers and the Tibetan mastiff army! This time, the Color Demon King has been soundly defeated! Gao Liang has won. Ying'er still rides on Gao Liang's shoulders, surrounded by the Tibetan mastiffs and the brothers from Fenghuo Hall, feeling rather embarrassed and immediately wanting to get down. But Gao Liang chuckles and says, "Honey! Stay right there. Hurry up and help me out! Where did Zhou Chao go? Is Yu Ping in danger?" Ying'er quickly looks around, her face serious, saying, "Husband, really, I can't see her! This is a plain, after all!" Gao Liang feels a chill. After Ying'er gets off his shoulders, he shouts to his group of capable subordinates, "What are you all waiting for? Go find her right away! If you don't find her, I'll hold you personally accountable!" "Right, boss!" The three close friends and the brothers from Fenghuo Hall take off, the Tibetan mastiff army sniffing furiously all around, hoping to make a discovery.