When the count reached "1," Houang had already launched into the air, swiftly and unexpectedly unleashing his full energy to seize the golden staff from Satan. Satan was stunned—how could this be a sudden assault? He immediately tried to retract the staff, but it was too late. Houang had now become the true divine warrior of the universe. Having undergone specialized physical training and advanced mental conditioning, Houang reacted with lightning speed. With a powerful *thud*, he made a determined move to claim the staff, which was now firmly in his hands. Satan regained his magical power and erupted in rage, spreading his black palms wide. The two massive palms rose like black mountains, pressing down on Houang with overwhelming force. Ying'er joined Houang in battle at this moment. "Husband! Quickly! Hand me the golden staff! Get out of the way!" Houang moved swiftly, executing a dragon-shaped leap and shifting his position with the speed of lightning, simultaneously throwing the golden staff into the air. Ying'er soared through the sky, catching the staff mid-air at a distance of 500 meters. *Boom! Boom!* "Two powerful tremors, and the heavens split, the earth cracked. The depression beneath was thirty meters deep, with nearby land sections splitting open into fissures over two meters wide. The mountains and rivers nearby tilted, stones cascaded down, landslides and other disasters poured over the land—equally devastating as the Wenchuan earthquake, even more severe than the Yushu quake! Unacceptable. Zhang Yuping, the eldest wife, Dong Jiao, the second daughter-in-law, and Yu Di, the fourth daughter-in-law, were all in grave danger. They stood together on an isolated mountain peak, hugging each other tightly, unable to look down, as the four sides were sheer cliffs. A single misstep and they would plunge into the abyss. Stones continuously slid from their feet. These three wives, mere mortals, were in extreme peril. High-light and Ying'er, who had escaped and caught the golden staff, were both deeply concerned. At this very moment, however, even greater worry arose—Satan launched another direct assault on High-light and Ying'er. Satan was now breathing thick clouds of mist, his signature powerful technique." A thick black mist surged forth, once again blurring High Bright and Ying'er's view of the surroundings. "No! Husband! I can't hold on anymore! This golden staff in my hands—I can't unleash its power! I feel it growing heavier and heavier! I can't keep it steady! Hurry! Husband! Hurry and come closer to me!" This was Ying'er's frantic voice. High Bright said, "Ying'er! I can't see anything! I see nothing at all!" "Hahahaha! You both are going to die!" From above, Satan clearly watched as High Bright and Ying'er were engulfed in the mist he had created, laughing triumphantly while extending two massive palm-like hands, each one sweeping down toward them—one aimed at High Bright, the other at Ying'er. Should either palm connect, the consequences would be disastrous. At the same time, the three beautiful wives on the isolated mountain were beginning to waver, growing increasingly afraid. "Husband! We're so afraid! We're going to fall!" Zhang Yu Ping, Dong Jiao, and Yu Di all cried out in panic, their voices filled with despair. Gao Liang heard clearly. He knew he was fighting alone—there seemed to be no turning back. Yet at this moment, Gao Liang understood that to save Ying'er and his three wives, he had to step forward. The best defense was an offensive. Gao Liang leapt into the air, though engulfed in the mist. He was brave—even if he died, he would die with dignity. Satan, I know you are the most powerful Dark King in the universe, and no one has surpassed you since God himself. The fallen angels are the next tier of mighty rulers. No matter how strong you are, I will not let you continue to plague humanity and devastate life. Gao Liang has now poured all his energy into launching an attack against you. "Ah!" One of Satan's palms was struck by a powerful surge of energy released in bright highlight. No—the highlighted left hand employed the Golden Finger technique from the Shaolin Temple, while the right hand used the Heavenly Residual Palm. First, the Heavenly Residual Palm deflected Satan's dark energy, then the Golden Finger delivered a sharp, forceful thrust into Satan's palm. "Ow! Oh my!" Satan felt a piercing, excruciating pain. He never expected such a fierce attack from Gao Liang. Yet, Satan was far from ready to yield. He would not be defeated by Gao Liang. With his other palm, he unleashed all his strength, charging it toward Gao Liang. At that moment, the sky darkened, and crows in the air cawed loudly, creating a chilling atmosphere. Death had arrived. Gao Liang did not fear death. He simply turned to Ying'er and said, "Ying'er! Hurry! Quickly go and rescue Zhang Yупing, Dong Jiao, and Yu Di! Remember to take them to a safe place. You need not worry about me at all!" "Ying'er cried tears, truly never expecting that her husband, at the very moment of near-death, had not thought of her own safety, but rather of others. With tears in her eyes, Ying'er nodded and said, 'Husband! Rest assured—let's be married again in the next life. I'll wait for you for ten thousand years. Ten thousand years from now, we shall meet once more!' With courage, she spread her wings and soared upward, heading toward Zhang Yuping, Dong Jiao, and Yu Di. At this moment, the entire sky and earth had grown dim. Though Ying'er was trapped in Satan's mist, she possessed 6,000 years of spiritual power. As long as she did not actively resist Satan, she could escape alone. The scene shifted to a solitary, prominent mountain some 1,000 meters away. The stones at Zhang Yuping, Dong Jiao, and Yu Di's feet were continuously slipping downward. 'Ah!' Yu Di gasped, realizing that one of her jade feet had lost its footing—the stones beneath her had completely slipped away, leaving her with no place to stand." Zhang Yuping and Dong Jiao held each other tightly, but it wasn't long before they had to give way—Dong Jiao's jade foot hung suspended, while Zhang Yuping clutched firmly onto a dry branch rising from the mountain, her grip powerless as the branch itself trembled and threatened to collapse. It wasn't that he couldn't lift three beautiful women—it was that Ying'er realized, Satan was blowing gently at her from 1,000 meters away. Suddenly, she felt a tingling sensation, as if she had lost a great deal of strength. Fortunately, at this moment, Gao Liang had already exhausted his entire strength in the fierce struggle and negotiations against Satan. When Satan's large palm came down, Gao Liang remained completely calm. He couldn't have time to dodge—after multiple encounters, Satan had come to understand Gao Liang's swift and precise movements, so Satan now also moved with the speed of lightning.