As several people were carrying the high-explosive energy charges outward, they suddenly collided with a large wooden box. Upon touching the luminous statue of the Victory Goddess that had been moved, high-light didn't realize the statue had subtly shifted. At that moment, the main gate of the Yue Guang Box space swung open fully, and high-light led the group of beautiful women into view. The scene then shifted to the confrontation between high-light's physical form and Abaddon. Abaddon launched a furious assault, determined to knock high-light down as swiftly as possible. The toxic locusts he spoke of grew in number, creating a dynamic battlefield. With high-light alone standing firm, locusts surged from every direction—above, below, left, right, and all around—attacking from all sides. High-light's wind and control abilities were increasingly unable to withstand this relentless assault. "Hah! Hah! Hah! High-light! You're going to die! I've said it before—I am the king! I am the king of the world!" Abaddon laughed wildly in the air, and after the laughter, he extended his arms with deadly intent. Abaton expelled a deadly gas from his mouth, enveloping the entire world in it. "Ah!" The ten thousand pilgrims inhaled the gas, feeling a suffocating sensation, as though breathing in a dense stream of carbon dioxide. "They're being killed by this toxic gas! Clearly, Abaton is as cruel as ever!" High Guang was startled. He had to act decisively. As the millions of locusts surged toward his body, High Guang launched high-explosive sulfur charges from multiple directions. "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" The explosions were unprecedented—so powerful they moved heaven and earth, utterly devastating. These were energy-based explosions, produced by the Ever-Luminous Crystal Box, with energy intensity a hundred million times greater than ordinary explosives. Zhang Yупing, Dong Jiao, Yu Di, and Chen Yuting were astonished to see that the explosion's radius was so powerful, capable of completely destroying the locusts from all angles. Yet, High Guang himself remained unharmed. The luminous spirit eyes, in fact, had precisely calculated the exact location of the explosive detonations, enabling the high-energy sulfur-based explosives to fully unleash their true potency. The vast army of toxic locusts was scattered and driven into the air by the sulfur fire lakes' explosive force, falling in great numbers, blood flowing in rivers. A pungent, charred odor filled the air. Even more unfortunate, the toxic gas released by Abaddon had been completely blocked by this intangible explosive power—ten times stronger than Abaddon's gas output. Naturally, the gas vanished instantly under overwhelming pressure. Suddenly, those who had been suffocating felt a fresh, invigorating breeze rush over them—not the smell of the explosives, but a pleasantly clean and refreshing air, instantly rescuing them from the brink of death. "Highlight! I never thought you were this capable! But don't worry—I still have my final trump card yet to play!" "Abaton's face turned deadly serious, his form continuously growing larger and larger, surpassing Mount Saint-Michel, even towering over it by several times. 'Wow! He's truly become a steel giant!' The ten thousand pilgrims were in awe. With his massive steel hands extended into the sky, Abaton could easily move the entire Mount Saint-Michel—what a sight! Truly magical, reaching into the heavens. Everyone felt a sense of insecurity, including our own Hengliang. Zhang Yuping, Dong Jiao, Chen Yuting, and Yudie were all deeply worried. This battle against such a powerful giant was completely asymmetric. Hengliang didn't feel overly anxious; instead, he turned to the four women and said, 'It's very dangerous here! You all need to leave Mount Saint-Michel quickly!' Yet, the four women shook their heads firmly, saying, 'Even if we die, we will stay together!' Hengliang was deeply moved—these women truly meant to share life and death with him." Of course, High Light wouldn't let any of his beautiful ladies perish right beside him! Rather than see Abaddon harm even a single fingertip of any of them, he'd rather die himself. In the crisis, two figures stepped forward and declared, "Boss! We're here!" Upon seeing it was his two top bodyguards, High Light immediately commanded, "I order you both to swiftly escort the lady of the house out of Mount Saint-Michel!" "But, Boss! You—" The two bodyguards hesitated. "Don't worry about me! Just make sure you're safe! This is an order! Understood?" High Light bellowed. With tears in their eyes, the two bodyguards carried off the ladies of the house. The ladies were pinned down with acupuncture points and could only follow the bodyguards. Only the adorable little fox remained—she wished to stay by her master's side, truly sharing life and death with him. The intense struggle began. Abaddon's massive hand surged directly toward the highlighted figure, who managed to dodge and step back—yet the little fox's tail was caught and held firmly. "Ah! Ah!" the little fox struggled desperately, unable to free itself. Highlight's heart tightened with concern. He clenched his enormous fist, leaped into the air, and immediately engaged in combat with the great demon before him. "Crack!" The blow struck squarely upon the demon's palm. With a confident smile, the demon exclaimed, "High Light! You don't even have the strength to tickle me! How can you claim to be the God of Light in the universe? Hmph! I am the true god!" Then, he flipped his palm, crushing High Light and the adorable fox tightly between his fingers—intending to crush both of them to death. At that moment, the heavens grew dim. As Abaddon reveled in his triumph, suddenly, a thunderbolt descended vertically from the sky. First a flash of lightning, then a thunderclap, striking directly upon Abaton's forehead. Abaton was struck by both, his body jolting violently, and involuntarily released the hands of Gao Liang and the little fox. Seizing the opportunity, Gao Liang swiftly wrapped the adorable fox into the folds of Abaton's sleeve. Abaton hurried to cover them with his hands, but Gao Liang moved so swiftly that the fox had already slipped into Abaton's waistband. Abaton shook all over, striving to shake Gao Liang off and crush him beneath his feet. At that moment, the ten thousand pilgrims all stared at Abaton, wide-eyed and stunned. Abaton looked down in panic—his waistband had loosened! His trousers had come completely loose and fell to the ground. "Ah!" cried the crowd, clutching their eyes in shock. What had revealed itself beneath Abaton's body was an awkward, unattractive object, now clearly visible to all, especially some of the female pilgrims, who immediately covered their eyes in embarrassment. Abaton never thought his dignity would be so thoroughly humiliated. He had always been proud, respected, admired by tens of thousands of pilgrims over the past thirty years—now, here he was, completely exposed. Highlight! You upstart! You've got me in a fix! I'm going to make you pay. Abaton is now releasing his venom.