To command the energy of lightning means to master lightning itself, and thus, one's own movements can surpass even lightning. Yet, despite failing to land a single blow, this black-robed priest, seizing High Guang's moment of inattention, subtly channeled power from his navel, releasing a thin stream of black smoke—so subtle that, given High Guang's full commitment to the battle, he failed to notice. However, the fox standing beside him began to whimper continuously, circling back and forth beneath High Guang's feet. High Guang didn't understand the fox's signal, and gradually, he began to feel a dizziness spreading through his head, as though he might lose his balance. Had it not been for Zhang Yuping stepping in to steady him, High Guang would have truly fallen to the ground. "Hahaha!" the black-robed priest laughed heartily, his pride and confidence so overwhelming that it deeply worried Zhang Yuping, Dong Jiao, and Yu Di. At that moment, one of the pilgrims raised a high-powered speaker and began a stirring speech: "Dear friends and audience members present—good afternoon!" Here comes an exciting match of fierce competition! The two contenders are now fully engaged in intense action. Now, our esteemed priest is on one side, and the other is a rising newcomer with little recognition—so who will emerge victorious? Let's all keep our eyes peeled! The crowd is buzzing with excitement. At this moment, the black-robed priest turns to all the pilgrims and declares, "I am the True God! I am the true king! And they—all of them—are demons!" He points to Gao Liang, Zhang Yупing, Dong Jiao, Yu Di, and Ying'er, who has transformed into a fox. Gao Liang feels his head growing increasingly dizzy. Oh no! Suddenly, he notices a dark opening at the priest's navel, from which a thin stream of black smoke—almost imperceptible—emerges. That must be the source of his dizziness. Indeed, it explains why he feels so unwell. He turns to look at the fox by his side, who appears deeply sorrowful, still mourning. Ying'er had just reminded him, but he hadn't paid attention. Gao Liang became more cautious this time. But it was too late—his head spun so badly that he could hardly stand. The black-robed priest chuckled, his face stern, and raised the heavy sledgehammer he had just used, slamming it hard onto Gao Liang’s unconscious form. At that moment, Gao Liang, deep in a coma, couldn’t react as swiftly as he had earlier. To his surprise, just as the sledgehammer descended, the fox suddenly bit him sharply, causing him to cry out in pain and immediately shift his position. A tremendous crash echoed as the sledgehammer struck the solid marble floor, creating a deep crater two meters wide. Good thing Ying'er had transformed into the fox—otherwise, he might have been killed. "Husband! Hurry! Another blow is coming!" This was Zhang Yuping’s panicked voice. Yet Gao Liang simply couldn’t move. Yu Ting and Yudi quickly rushed over, pulling at his sleeves, urging him to step back. But it was too late—the hammer had no eyes! It struck straight for Yu Ting and Yu Di's foreheads. Should it hit directly, the two beauties would be reduced to piles of meat pies. Dong Jiao was so anxious she nearly cried, yet at this moment, crying did no good. Her husband was clearly unconscious, and she herself had to act now. Dong Jiao was brave—she pulled out a golden hairpin from her hair, seizing the black-robed priest off guard, and hurled it with force. "Whoosh!" The golden hairpin shot straight toward the black-robed priest. "Ah!" The black-robed priest was completely surprised—someone had stepped in at the crucial moment. Dong Jiao had trained alongside her husband, and her skills weren't in vain. She often practiced throwing pins at balloons, and under the refined coaching of Gao Huang, she had made significant progress. Yet here, at this decisive moment, the golden hairpin struck true, hitting the vital spot precisely and powerfully. The black-robed priest's right eye was struck by the hairpin, both accurate and forceful. The black-robed priest's arm wavered slightly as he raised the hammer, slightly missing his target at High Guang. A sharp "clang" echoed as it struck an iron pillar. This time, with such force, the pillar snapped, collapsing the entire church's main beam. The roof, no longer supported, quickly gave way, showering the scene with stones and tiles. Ten thousand pilgrims panicked and fled in panic. "Run! Everyone, run!" Someone shouted. Instantly, the crowd surged into chaos, trampling one another. Should the situation not be controlled, many would be crushed beneath the weight of the crowd. Amid the commotion, Dong Jiao and High Guang collided head-on. The distinctive, lingering fragrance of Dong Jiao's body drifted into High Guang's nostrils. As he lay unconscious, High Guang felt a deep sense of relief and comfort throughout his body. At this moment, the black-robed priest was about to launch a full-scale assault. "You're all dead! I'm going to make you all die!" The black-robed priest's lips curled into a fierce expression as he pressed one hand firmly against the crimson-tinged eye that had been pierced, bracing against the pain, while raising the thousand-pound sledgehammer in the other hand, swinging it with force toward Gao Jia and Dong Jiao. The fox bit Gao Jia again, and Dong Jiao sharply squeezed a tender patch of flesh on Gao Jia's waist. Oh my! Gao Jia cried out in pain, suddenly awakened from unconsciousness, realizing the situation was dire—the massive sledgehammer was now directly aimed at both his second wife, Dong Jiao, and himself. No way! He had to dodge! Unintentionally, Gao Jia's lightning ring was briefly grasped by Dong Jiao, and a miracle occurred—the ring was suddenly activated by his second wife. A powerful surge of lightning erupted from Gao Jia's hand, carrying an immense energy of 30 million volts, striking instantly and with overwhelming force. Perfectly centered, the electric surge struck the heavy sledge hammer. Oh my! The powerful current flowed through the black-robed priest, who felt his body trembling with shock, his limbs convulsing violently. His hand, gripping the hammer, suddenly weakened and released it. With a sharp "crash," the hammer landed on the ground—right on the black-robed priest's sore foot. The priest cried out in pain, calling for his mother and father. Gao Liang gave Dong Jiao a warm, appreciative glance, and Dong Jiao returned a graceful, alluring smile. Gao Liang said, "Grab my hand!" "Yes!" At that moment, Dong Jiao tightly held Gao Liang's hand. Who would have thought that another miracle had just unfolded? Indeed, as soon as Dong Jiao grasped Gao Liang's hand, the lightning ring had already emitted a surge of elemental lightning power. Dong Jiao had once practiced together with Gao Liang, and their hands, tightly held, instantly generated a flow of energy absorption and transformation. Gao Liang had already become the God of Light, embodying the supreme, invincible, free-spirited deity of the universe. As for Dong Jiao, she had trained alongside Gao Liang, and due to their shared practice, her internal energy had undergone significant transformation. She was now capable of activating the energy within Gao Liang's body. Gao Liang's lightning ring could be activated in two ways: first, through Gao Liang's own mental focus. However, just now, due to being dazed by the toxic mist from the black-robed priest, this method of mental activation was no longer possible.