The young boy held a short knife in his hand, and the back of the knife struck the barrels of the two cannons. Sparks flew out, igniting the fuse. After a brief delay, with a bang, the cannons actually shot out brilliant fireworks.

Even the eccentric Tiran, upon witnessing this scene during the urgent situation with Aya, was momentarily stunned. It wasn't that she didn't care about Aya, but the fireworks were just too out of place!

But Aya's twisted expression on the ground, showing increasing pain, indicated that this person was not just bluffing.

"Fenix, interrupt her spell, I'll go check on Aya!"

"Understood." Fenix responded curtly, opening Angel's Arsenal by her side. More than ten weapons shot out like golden meteors, while she herself spread her large white wings and launched a second wave of attacks.

Although Fenix disliked Tiran, she could still assess the situation. Not to mention that Tiran was the person personally named by the Goddess to be protected. The fact that Vira and the young boy were in league with the Abyss Demon and had killed ordinary people in the Academy City were enough for her to fight them.

Tiran took the opportunity to quickly reach Aya's side. "Hey! Aya? How are you?"

It was only at this moment that Tiran suddenly realized that she seemed unable to do anything. She didn't know Aya's current condition, nor could she do anything about the red mist continuously emanating from her body. She couldn't even use a simple healing spell.

Even a small healing spell that could alleviate Aya's current condition would be good. Tiran gritted her teeth and swung a pale blue light blade backwards, easily passing through the red mist, but with no effect at all.

"Darn it! If only I had tested my magic power at the Magic Guild!"

Setting the sword aside, Tiran bent down and lightly placed a hand on Aya's chest, trying to inject a bit of her own chi to check Aya's physical condition.

"It's so hot!"

The temperature on Aya's body, in a chaotic state, was scorching. Although dragons were reptiles, Aya's body temperature could be controlled to be similar to that of normal humans after transforming into a humanoid form. But right now, touching her was like placing a hand on a rock just taken out of boiling water.

"It hurts... mmm..."

When Tiran's hand made contact, Aya let out a soft moan, her body trembling with pain but not weakening in the slightest.

Can't worry about that now. Tiran gritted her teeth and gathered her frost chi in her hand to slightly isolate the high temperature, then focused her spirit to examine Aya's body.

To her surprise, except for the high temperature, Aya's body showed no abnormalities and no visible injuries. It was as if the pain she was enduring right now was just a nightmare.

Wait... nightmare? Thinking back to what Lucia said earlier about the "Ural Lantern" hiding somewhere in Aya's body, Tiran's mood plummeted.

If it was the soul sealed in the lantern that was causing this, then she really had no means to deal with it.

The only hope was for Fenix to successfully interrupt that eerie spell. Tiran never imagined that she would have to place her hopes on Fenix, the little angel who had always teased and toyed with her.

"Gurgle!"

Aya seemed to be unable to withstand the pain any longer. Her body went from being tensed to bending forward and falling flat on the ground, with slight traces of blood seeping from the corners of her mouth, ears, and even her closed eyes. Drops of blood also began to ooze from her skin pores.

"You stupid dragon... Please, don't die on me!" Tiran vigorously shook his head, mustering up his energy to channel a faint and extremely subtle cold air into Aya's body, attempting to protect her crumbling physical form from the mental impact she was experiencing.

Even the battling Little Angel couldn't help but feel anxious. She knew very well that the boy in front of her was not as strong as her, and both sides were fully aware of this. However, being both Holy Rank, she couldn't defeat him in a short amount of time, and her occasional attempts to attack with her angelic weaponry had no effect on him due to the rare defensive item he wore on his hand.

After she forcefully pushed the boy back with her sword, instead of immediately counterattacking, he turned his gaze towards Viola, unintentionally curving his mouth into a slight smirk.

A sudden sense of danger exploded in the Little Angel's heart. She flapped her angelic wings violently, distancing herself from him, but the lingering feeling of danger still remained.

No, that feeling didn't come from this guy, but...

The Little Angel instinctively lowered her head and saw Aya lying in Tiran's arms on the ground below.

...

"Who are you?"

"I am an Angel of purity, here to exterminate all evil."

"I am a swordsman of darkness, here to destroy the worlds."

Aya's current feeling was incredibly strange. His entire body felt like soft clay submerged in hot water, gradually becoming softer and starting to disintegrate.

"The seal on the sword has been shattered, and I shall be reborn!"

"Don't even think about it!"

A mighty roar erupted, causing chaos in the world of his mind. The clash between the two wills was intense. In this storm of fury, Aya was like a small boat in a raging sea, on the verge of capsizing, yet unable to do anything about it.

Eventually, everything fell silent.

Just as Aya began to relax for a moment, a darker presence engulfed his consciousness in the darkness. Right before completely losing consciousness, a maniacal laughter filled his senses.

...

Tiran was pleasantly surprised to see Aya open his eyes. In his wine-red pupils, there was a hint of bewilderment.

His body no longer felt scorching hot. Is he alright?

"Aya!"

After worrying for so long, Tiran rushed into Aya's embrace, his expression revealing relief, but he didn't notice the ecstatic and sinister look that replaced the confusion in Aya's eyes.

Bam!

A heavy punch struck Tiran's abdomen. Caught off guard, Tiran was sent flying and tumbled on the ground.

"Aya, senior?! What are you doing?!"

The Little Angel, who had initially breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Aya awaken, now wore a shocked expression. She then pointed her sword at Aya, who was slowly getting up from the ground, her emotions growing increasingly tense.

There was no way Aya, senior, would do something like this to Tiran. Moreover, the aura emanating from Aya's body, an aura that could never be erased no matter how much it was sealed or cleansed... There was no mistaking it!

"Ah... It's been many years, but I'm back in the light of day."

"Aya" moved his body a bit and glanced at the now-recovering Tiran. "Hmph... You're not dead, huh? It seems like you still haven't properly mastered this body... But it's rare to have a Dragon's physical vessel, so I'll accept it for now."

"A demon?!"

"Good eye, little girl... Oh, a blazing Angel like Ural? Impressive... Hmm, a bit young though."

Perhaps due to not yet being accustomed to their new body, the pronunciation of the Sword Demon sounded a bit strange at first, but quickly became smooth.

"Although I apologize, Sword Demon, that body was not intended for you." At this moment, the successful young man suddenly spoke to the Sword Demon occupying Aya's body.

"You're... Oh, the human who released me from the seal, huh? Humph, I'll forgive your insolence this time, but there won't be a next time. Don't think that just because you freed me, you can meddle with me."

"Unfortunately, that's not for me to decide, but there are people waiting specifically for your soul to make its grand appearance." The young man's face still bore a calm smile. "Lavina, please proceed."

The Sword Demon paused for a moment, then felt a powerful attraction that even his soul couldn't resist. It was so strong that it could directly tug his soul out of this body.

The seal hadn't been completely lifted; the Book of Divine Punishment, or rather, the Original Sin book, still retained control over the Sword Demon's soul. Now Lavina could choose whether to reseal the Sword Demon or... seal him in another body.

"That fellow named Aatrox, your reserved ancient demon soul has arrived. Please accept it!" Lavina shouted towards Aatrox, who was still fiercely battling in the highest part of the battlefield.

"Hahahaha, I finally waited for this! Woman, be prepared to die next!"

Aatrox swept out with a deadly sword qi, dispersing the swift sword formation controlled by Lavina enshrouded in a red mist, and then pulled the red mist towards himself that Lavina had caught.

"What? Are you saying...!" Suddenly, the Sword Demon understood what this guy was trying to do.

That guy, probably someone who inherited his bloodline, a Demon, wanted to devour his ancient demon soul to obtain the power that was once exclusive to the mythical era.

"You're dreaming! I want to see who devours whom!"

Seeing that he couldn't resist the power of the seal, the Sword Demon wholeheartedly entered Aatrox's body. Indeed, Aatrox could gain his power by devouring his soul, but conversely, if he could defeat Aatrox's soul, he could obtain a body that was highly compatible with the Sword Demon.

"Let me show you the difference between the mythical era and trash like you!"

In the instant their souls merged, a powerful shockwave erupted. Zhilan, who was close by, immediately used her flying swords for defense but was pushed back tens of meters. The fierce wind even covered the entire battlefield.

Although Zhilan was still unclear about what exactly happened below and what Aatrox had just done, she only needed to be clear about one thing now: to slay the enemy was enough.

Nine flying swords arranged themselves in front of her and directly stabbed towards Aatrox, who was quietly floating in place while his soul merged. With the sharpness of the flying swords, any single strike would be enough to pierce through Aatrox's body. With nine swords attacking simultaneously, defenseless Aatrox had no means to resist.

Although these tactics taking advantage of one's vulnerability were despised by many, in a life-or-death battle, who had time to care about morals?

Moreover, Zhilan had never had the concept of "unscrupulous" in her mind; she only thought of fighting and winning.

But at this moment, someone decided to interfere with the battle once again.

With a single slash of his blade, the previously unstoppable flying swords froze in place as though the scene had been frozen in a movie.

"The laws? A land immortal?" Zhilan stared at the young man.