The black streak of light struck Ying'er's great spirit shield with the force of a thousand tons, producing a crisp sound, like air being torn asunder. Suddenly, Ying'er felt her body shaken, her fingertips tingling with the force. After all, a significant portion of the shield's divine power came from Ying'er's own energy. The black-robed priest was both fierce and cunning; as soon as he saw Ying'er's fingers grow numb, he swiftly extended his hand, pinching a bead between his thumb and forefinger, then pointed at the bead while muttering to himself, "Change! Change! Change!" To the astonishment of the ten thousand pilgrims, they watched as Ying'er gradually collapsed, then transformed into a pitiful, whimpering fox. Zhang Yупing, Dong Jiao, and Yu Di were deeply moved, never imagining that the black-robed priest was actually a master of transformation—someone who could turn humans into demons and immortals into foxes. They immediately rushed over, calling out to the helpless creature, "Ying-jun! Ying-jun!" But the fox could only emit mournful cries. "Hahaha! Hahaha!" The black-robed priest laughed with pride and arrogance, and at that moment, the crowd erupted. One after another, people shouted at him, "Our Lord! Our God!" Zhang Yупing, Dong Jiao, and Yu Di could bear it no longer and stepped forward. Zhang Yупing pointed directly at the black-robed priest, furious, saying, "You're clearly a great demon master! You can't possibly be a true god!" "Exactly! You're the one who uses transformation demon magic!" Dong Jiao and Yu Di shouted in unison. "Hmph! So what? What can you do to me?" The black-robed priest revealed his fierce fangs, his fingertips slender, and as he spoke, he exhaled streams of foul breath. Zhang Yупing, Dong Jiao, and Yu Di urged, "Great demon, quickly restore our Ying sister to her original form!" The black-robed priest gazed at the three beautiful women, his face glowing with lust. Addressing them, he said, "You won't get away with it unless... " Then, his eyes, gleaming with desire, shifted toward Zhang Yuping's full breasts. Startled, Zhang Yuping immediately pulled her blouse tighter to cover them, trying to prevent the lecher from gawking. Dong Jiao and Yu Di did the same, fastening their chestwear. The black-robed priest watched them with increasing awkwardness, chuckling softly, "You're all sensible women. As long as you three yield to me, I'll restore that beautiful woman to her original form! With you by my side, I'll ensure you'll enjoy endless wealth and prosperity—every glory in the world shall be yours! How does that sound? Isn't that a substantial offer?" "Hmph! With you, this great demon priest and great color-mad man! We're not going to be your mere guests!" The three women declared in unison. The priest grew furious, his teeth clattering and his clenched fists vibrating with intensity. Turning to the three women, he said, "You're refusing the toast and demanding the penalty! Very Then, with a menacing and fierce expression, he held the bead between his right index finger and thumb, facing Zhang Yупing, Dong Jiao, and Yu Di, who were about to shout, "Change! Change! Change!" At that moment, a voice descended from heaven, roaring at the black-robed priest: "Brave! You dare to frame my women!" The black-robed priest looked up and saw Gao Liang descending with a stunningly beautiful woman. The arrival of Gao Liang and the woman sent shockwaves through the crowd of ten thousand pilgrims, as when Gao Liang descended, the light of the sun seemed to burst forth, blinding everyone. Previously, it had been dark—now, light had arrived, dispelling the darkness. The god of light, Gao Liang, brought true light and hope for life. Yet the pilgrims still couldn't immediately recognize Gao Liang as the god of light, for the black-robed priest had preached at the Saint-Michel Church for thirty years, earning fame not only in France but across the world. "Hah! Hah! These women are all demons! I am here to purge the evil spirits, sent from heaven!" "The black-clad priest addressed the crowd of ten thousand pilgrims. Gao Liang stared fiercely at the black-clad priest, speaking each word with firmness: "Stay calm! Otherwise, your fate will be death!" Gao Liang spoke with strong conviction, yet the black-clad priest looked utterly dismissive, saying, "Here, it's all me who calls the shots! Hah!" Gao Liang clenched his fists and said to the priest, "Oh? Really? Then let's see who comes out on top—only the true ruler sets the rules and has the final say. I'm eager to find out who wins today!" With these words, the pilgrims began to cheer and call out in unison. "Come on! Bring someone!" "Exactly! As soon as they compete, everything will become clear! The one with the greatest ability is undoubtedly the true god! Hah!" The pilgrims all voiced their enthusiasm. As the competition was drawing near, Chen Yuting, Zhang Yuping, Dong Jiao, and Yu Di all grew increasingly worried for their husbands. Gao Liang just glanced at them seriously and said, "Wives! Don't worry! This time, I'm certain I'll win!" With confident, wise eyes, the wives felt reassured. The great contest began. Before it started, Gao Liang noticed something biting at his trouser cuff, whimpering continuously. He looked down and there it was—a fox, sadly crying, tears welling up in its eyes. Gao Liang felt a deep sense of compassion. How could there be such a sorrowful fox? At that moment, Zhang Yупing, Dong Jiao, and Yu Di said to him, "Husband! That's Ying's sister!" Gao Liang was startled—never had he imagined that this very black-robed priest before him was so cruel, transforming an elder woman into a fox. Wonderful! It seemed a grand, dramatic battle was now inevitable. Gao Liang gently patted the fox, now transformed into Ying, and said to it, "Ying, don't worry! I'll make you justice!" I'll make this demon suffer a terrible death! For anyone who harms my women shall meet the same fate—death! With that, he turned directly to the black-robed priest and shouted, "Come on! Come on! Attack me!" The black-robed priest had long regarded Gao Liang as an unavoidable threat, a thorn in his side, and now, with no choice, he roared at Gao Liang, "You see that hammer!" Instantly, the priest thundered with a roar, raising a heavy iron hammer weighing several thousand catties, and swung it powerfully toward Gao Liang. Gao Liang, agile and swift, spun around on the spot and easily dodged the blow. A resounding thud echoed as the hammer struck the ground with tremendous force, creating a deep depression up to one meter in depth in the hard marble floor. Crumbling stones flew outward, some landing among the audience, while others embedded themselves into the eyes of the pilgrims, causing them to cry out in pain. The black-robed priest, seeing Gao Liang evade his first blow, was deeply incensed. Among his opponents, none had ever managed to dodge his hammer—this clearly demonstrated Gao Liang's swift and lightning-fast movement, so rapid that even his actions surpassed the speed of electricity itself. With the Thunder and Lightning Deities now under his command, and possessing the Thunder-Electric Ring in his hands, which could harness and control the power of thunder and lightning.