Another activation method involves external stimulation—by simply holding the lightning ring while touching any of the beautiful women undergoing dual cultivation. This automatically triggers a unique energy, similar in nature to the high-intensity energy generated through dual cultivation. Through the absorption and transformation of energy during dual cultivation sessions, High-Light has effectively integrated the inherent energies of his wives within his own body, while his wives, in turn, now possess energies comparable to his own. Once High-Light's unique abilities and divine-level energies are activated, they unleash boundless power—an effect even High-Light himself had not anticipated. The black-clad priest was equally astonished. Indeed, a surge of thunder erupted from High-Light’s lightning ring, directly striking the priest’s head. "Oh! Oh my! My goodness!" The true five-thunder strikes caused dense green vapor to rise from the priest’s head. The black-clad priest instantly became furious—clearly, he would need to summon his most powerful techniques to counter this. The black-robed priest transformed, his figure now towering and immense—almost like a pillar supporting the heavens. The man before him seemed but a mere speck. "Ha! Ha! Ha!" The priest's voice sent chills down every spine. "I am the true God here. In this place, I am the sovereign!" "Truly majestic! Truly invincible!" one voice roared amid the thunderous clamor. High-light turned to see—by golly, it was the lone-eyed dragon he'd encountered before, the French boxer. A group of thirty or so thugs standing beside him echoed in unison: "Majestic!" It was clear that this lone-eyed dragon and his crew were either the priest's bodyguards or his underlings. High-light felt his throat tighten. Clearly, a real confrontation was about to unfold. A dark light enveloped the entire Mont-Saint-Michel, and the Saint-Michel Church was shrouded in a thick layer of black clouds. The black-clad priest stood like a mountain, blocking the view of everyone, while the four beautiful women—Gao Liang, Zhang Yuping, Chen Yuting, Dong Jiao, and Yu Die—appeared merely like several ants beneath the mountain. "After speaking, the black-robed priest blew a breath toward the army of locusts, and the vast host of locusts, sweeping down from the sky, spread out like a great net, enveloping Gao Liang and the beautiful women beside him. 'Abadon—aren't you the 'Destroyer' mentioned in the Book of Revelation, who appears when the fifth angel sounds his trumpet? When the trumpet sounds, a star descends from heaven, opening the gateway to the bottomless pit shrouded in thick black smoke, and then, under Abadon's leadership, the army of locusts emerges to torment humanity for five months?' Gao Liang and Ying'er had studied the Book of Revelation thoroughly before, and at that moment, he immediately recognized the black-robed priest as Abadon. Note: Abadon is derived from the Hebrew word 'abad—meaning 'to kill'—translated in Hebrew as Apollyon, the 'Destroyer' demon, now appearing on Mount Saint Michael to afflict human souls." No. I not only need to protect my own women, but also these pilgrims—innocent people who have come to seek divine blessings. When the locust army descended, Gao Liang remained calm, drawing upon all his spiritual energy. He activated his internal water dragon pearl, fire dragon pearl, sky dragon pearl, earth dragon pearl, and all the elemental energies he had cultivated through his own practice. This locust army possesses the power to utterly destroy the entire world. Gao Liang knew that if he failed to decisively defeat them, the locusts would unleash a deadly virus upon humans and livestock—so virulent that, to date, humanity has no effective remedy. Once infected, all would perish. Gao Liang must save not only human life, but also all living beings created by the True Gods—birds, beasts, and all forms of life. "Old Feng, master of the wind element—the greatest wind force in nature!" Gao Liang had mastered Feng's control so thoroughly that he now wielded it with effortless grace and precision. At once, ninety-nine thousand, eight hundred and one slender blue gust blades shot forth from the luminous palm, fiercely defending against the overwhelming horde of locust demons. High Light, having cultivated an infinite divine power drawn from the essence of heaven and earth and the brilliance of the sun and moon, could rise to the occasion at critical moments. These were the supreme-level energies he had unleashed. The locusts, struck by the powerful gusts, tumbled to the ground or were blown far away. Both High Light and the four beautiful women remained safe. Abaddon was incensed—never had he imagined that High Light possessed such capabilities, capable of repelling even his own vast army of locust demons. It seemed now that he would have to deploy some decisive strategies. Seeing the locusts pouring in in ever greater numbers, High Light continuously activated his gust-based abilities, steadfastly countering the formidable army of locust demons. At that moment, Abaddon didn't notice that he had signaled to the one-eyed dragon standing behind Highlight. The dragon understood immediately. While Highlight was fully focused on countering the locust army with risk control, the dragon launched a powerful attack. A French kick came straight at Highlight. Highlight felt a gust of wind behind his head, yet couldn't turn his head. As Zhang Yупing, Dong Jiao, Yudie, and Chen Yuting gasped in surprise, Highlight instinctively leaned to the side, and with a sudden burst, a strong kick passed by—just barely grazing his body. When Highlight turned his eyes, he saw the one-eyed dragon delivering another French straight punch. At this point, Highlight launched himself into the air, activating his risk control ability mid-flight. However, it was quite unfortunate—the locust army was vast, numbering in the millions—and Highlight realized his strength was still too limited; he needed a power that surpassed even ten times his current strength to achieve a decisive victory. They were continuously emerging, flowing forth without cease from Abaddon's mouth. Their forms resembled warhorses, adorned with golden crowns upon their heads, faces like those of men, hair like that of women, teeth like those of lions, and armored chests like iron. The sound of their wings echoed like the rushing of numerous gates being drawn into battle. Each carried a tail like that of a scorpion, and the venomous hook at the end of the tail could wound a person for five months.