With a sword that contained the laws of space, Tiran hugged Aya without hesitation and turned around to run. At this moment, she felt a sharp pain from all over her body, which gradually intensified as time passed.

This is truly miserable. Last time, she was chased by Little Angel, and now she has to go through it again. How unlucky can she be?

As for whether she can escape or why that guy wants to capture Aya... Tiran is too lazy to think about these questions anymore. And as for the option of handing Aya over to that guy, that didn't exist from the beginning. Aya, as Tiran's servant, should naturally stay with her. Who does he think he is?

But before she could fly far, Tiran felt an intense pain in her shoulder. A golden spear penetrated her right shoulder, and the tremendous kinetic energy on the spear acted upon her body. The ice crystal wings shattered, and Tiran, like a bird with broken wings, fell from the sky.

The Holy Spirit occupying Little Angel's body still maintained the posture of throwing the spear. Although there was confusion and struggle in her golden pupils, she couldn't resist the direct command from the Book of Original Sin, which affected her soul.

"Cough... It seems I still can't fully control it for now, but the effect is already quite good." The boy coughed and said as he carefully looked at Angel, who had a vacant expression.

The boy who had endured Tiran's full-force attack was not relaxed. Tiran's strike just now was truly at the Holy Rank level, causing him to be injured as well.

But since all the objectives have been achieved, a little injury doesn't matter.

With the Holy Spirit captured, the partner has also obtained the desired magic soul, and even unexpectedly gained the Golden Dragon. The boy came to Tiran's side, gently picked up Aya from Tiran's arms, who was still unconscious on the ground, and blinked at Tiran. "Princess Tiran, I'll gladly accept this Golden Dragon."

What surprised him was that at this moment, Tiran forcibly pulled out the spear that pierced her shoulder. The crimson blood gushed out, instantly soaking Tiran's shoulder and clothes. However, Tiran, seemingly unable to feel pain, reignited her Chi and swept horizontally with the gun stained with her own blood.

"Give Aya back to me!"

The icy blue flames burned fiercely. Although the boy had reacted quickly and dodged, his clothes were still frozen by the frosty flames.

"Brother!"

Viola became anxious when she saw the boy being hit. The Holy Spirit under her control immediately opened her hands, and two long spears formed by holy power shot out, penetrating Tiran's body.

Two drops of blood splattered and fell to the ground.

It hurts so much. Fucking hurts.

It turns out that being pierced through the body is so painful... I'm sorry, I was wrong to look down on those warriors in movies and novels who can continue fighting after retrieving an arrow from their bodies!

Whether it was in the past or after transmigration, Tiran had never experienced this kind of pain. The intense pain had made her vision slightly darken, and her brain automatically activated its protective mechanism, trying to make her faint.

"Ha... But don't think this lady will easily give up!"

After shaking her body, she stabilized herself by supporting with the sword. The forcefully produced frosty Chi gathered in her hand and pressed firmly on the frozen and bleeding wound.

The numbness caused by the ice counteracted some of the pain, making Tiran feel slightly better.

Although doing this had no benefit to her wound, as long as she can still fight, that's enough.

Seeing Tiran's desperate posture, the young man looked surprised.

"Prince Tiran, you should be aware of the current situation, right? As long as I want to, I can kill you anytime."

"Stop talking nonsense, come on if you're capable!"

The sword blade was once again covered in frost, and Tiran gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

"It turns out..." The young man lowered his head and glanced at the unconscious Aya in his arms, "that the bond between Your Highness and this golden dragon is so deep?"

"Unfortunately, capturing the primordial exotic beasts of the Eastern Continent is too difficult, and it is also challenging on the Western Continent to find individuals with strong and resilient bodies that are easy to capture. This young dragon, who has not reached the Holy Rank adult stage, is truly rare. So I can't give up either."

The young man revealed a string of bracelets on his wrist and smiled, waving his hand, "So let's part ways here."

"Wait! Stop!"

Noticing the young man becoming transparent, Tiran widened his eyes. His own Chi, already on the brink of its limit due to forced compression, was once again forcibly driven, and the sword light that extended for hundreds of meters aimed directly at the young man's neck.

But that sword light, which surpassed its limits, ultimately did not hit its target. Before that, the young man had already teleported away with the Holy Spirit, Vila, and the unconscious Aya in his arms.

Only the young man's insolent voice reached Tiran's ears.

"I can't remember my name anymore, but Your Highness can call me Yuan... We will meet again."

...

At another part of the battlefield, which the warring parties intentionally avoided to prevent collateral damage.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and lightning bolts continuously struck down. The ground was occupied by a black sludge, and in the sky, the thunder serpents and the black sludge dragons from the swamp entangled and fought each other, yet neither side seemed to have an advantage.

This guy has become much stronger.

These were unexpectedly the same thoughts that both opponents had at this moment.

Coco, wielding the thunderclouds, was able to directly confront Agatha, who had completely unleashed her fallen bloodline. Both Agatha and Coco herself were surprised.

This was mainly due to the restraining effect of lightning manipulation in natural magic on dark forces.

But even with this advantage, it only made the two sides evenly matched, revealing only a glimpse of Agatha's strength after awakening her fallen bloodline.

And Coco was also aware that she could no longer sustain her outburst state. In terms of magical reserves, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't compare to Agatha, who had devoured over ten dark elves.

"Servicin... I guess I still can't avenge you."

Silently repeating Servicin's name, Coco sighed without making a sound. At this point, the intensity of the purple lightning storm had already begun to gradually weaken.

Agatha immediately perceived this and a black dragon constructed from dark magic rose into the air, rushing towards the area where the purple lightning was most concentrated in the sky.

A loud thunderous roar sounded as the thunderclouds that had been in a prolonged confrontation with the magical swamp on the ground instantly dispersed.

"I'll accept the Sylvan bloodline!"

After breaking through the thunderclouds, Coco, in Agatha's eyes, was no different from fish on a cutting board. The black sludge dragon turned its head, seemingly about to devour Coco in one bite.

But at this critical moment, a voice suddenly entered Agatha's mind.

"Run."

Agatha naturally recognized this voice, the mysterious young man who had helped her fully unleash the power of her bloodline.

But even so, he had no reason to give up the juicy meat that was just within reach.

"If you don't want to die, listen to me and leave immediately. The fusion of the demon seed's soul is complete. We have already used space teleportation to leave. If you don't run now, you won't be able to later."

The young man, or should I say Yuan, spoke a few vague words and then fell completely silent.

Agatha hesitated for a moment, but decided to take a risk and unleashed her black magic towards Coco.

In that instant, Agatha's heart seemed to explode as it beat violently.

What was that feeling? Was it murderous intent? Although it wasn't directed at her, it was so dangerous, so... powerful!

That feeling was even stronger than when she had encountered Ciella and Dia before... Is this also Holy Rank?

This time, Agatha didn't hesitate anymore. After retracting her magic, she turned around and ran.

...

"Prince Tiran, are you alright?"

Xiran came to Tiran's side, with nine flying swords pointing at the sword demon in mid-air. "Please pull yourself together. The battle is not over yet, the demons over there have already started moving."

As Xiran said, Atrox also reopened his eyes, his heavy armor now covered in a layer of red light.

The momentum was not as suffocating as the previous tidal wave, but Xiran could clearly feel that this guy was completely different from the one she had fought before.

But Tiran stood there, seemingly lost in his own thoughts, without saying a word.

"Hehe... hahaha!"

Atrox gripped his heavy sword in his right hand, while his left hand, claw-like, opened up and he laughed into the sky.

This result was indeed worthy of Atrox's joy.

Atrox's family was a prominent faction within the Demon faction. Their ancestors had the bloodline of the ancient dark offspring sword demons flowing through them, and the family prided themselves as their successors.

However, like all Demons, they admired the power of the demon seed, yearned to rampage in the human realm like the demon seed, but also saw the demon seed as a threat to themselves.

Therefore, obtaining the power of the demon seed without resurrecting it became a research topic.

It was not until they discovered the existence of Ural's Lantern that the plan to seize the demon seed's soul and power came into being.

By having outstanding young members capture the demon seed's soul and obtain the power and memories within, not only could the captor become a top-tier powerhouse, but those ancient memories would also bring great value.

"Well, woman, as I said, I will definitely kill you today!"

With the laughter subsided, Atrox's sword pointed towards Xiran.

"Then come, battle."

Xiran glanced deeply at Tiran, then the nine swords in front of her slowly merged into a giant sword that slashed towards Atrox.

The power of this sword was already at the peak of the ninth level. If it was the Atrox from earlier, he would never dare to face it head-on, but now everything was completely different.

"This isn't a battle, it's... a slaughter!"

Atrox raised his hand and swung his sword, and his heavy sword clashed with Xiran's merged sword, causing her giant blade to shatter almost upon impact.

Yes, that's the power. Woman, regret your previous actions! In the face of this power, you are powerless to fight back!

One after another, Atrox shattered Xiran's flying sword after breaking her merged giant sword, his mood incredibly joyful.

"Finally, it's your turn! Pay the price for your arrogance just now!"

The heavy sword cut through the air towards Xiran, who was now defenseless. Atrox roared.

"Well, you see, a sword is not meant to be used like this, and moreover, this lady is so beautiful and charming that I, for one, cannot bring myself to harm her."

A seemingly fragile finger gently touches the edge of the sword, effectively halting its momentum.