Above a bamboo forest in the Eastern Continent, lightning, meteors, and sword beams crisscrossed in a dazzling storm of large-scale destructive magic. It was a true visual feast.
Xuanyuan Yinghan stood below, watching the fierce clash in the sky. This was his first time seeing his master fight.
‘As expected, I’m still too weak,’ he sighed, realizing his own inadequacy. This was a duel he couldn’t interfere in.
‘Ultimate: Heaven’s Fall!’
‘Miroja: Myriad Swords!’
The Tenth Winged Angel, at a disadvantage, created distance and spread his arms. Dozens of meteors rained down from the sky.
Simultaneously, azure light swords encircled Hua Shan Temple Moon Day, slicing the meteors to pieces instantly.
‘Worthy of the Holy Sword’s wielder. Then, I’ll go all out too.’
This loli-looking girl seemed to possess Grand Magus-level power.
Behind the Tenth Winged Angel, a pair of silver-glowing wings slowly unfurled.
Second Ascension: Wings of Silver.
His strength doubled instantly.
‘You’re fired up. Your Winged Deity Punishment Church truly has clout,’ Hua Shan Temple Moon Day smirked, gripping his Holy Sword tighter. He couldn’t underestimate his opponent anymore.
A trace of red light flashed in the Tenth Winged Angel’s pupils.
‘Life is beautiful, especially when it falls—like sunset’s afterglow.’
Deep in the Southern Desert, beneath thick quicksand.
‘Sand King Heclos, I deeply apologize for this rude intrusion,’ Xia Yuan said. The mad sorcerer stood before a massive dragon head pinned under the First Attendant’s foot.
The awakened sand dragon struggled fiercely but couldn’t break free. This human-like monster, emitting no life force, radiated terrifying power in both magic and physique.
‘Ugh…’ The Sand Dragon King groaned, having given up resistance.
‘The groups gathering in the Southern Desert are yours to handle, Sand Dragon Clan.’
Xia Yuan’s goal was simple. After failing to ally with the Winged Deity Punishment Church, he had no heart for this war—he refused to be their free pawn. But his laziness didn’t mean he couldn’t recruit others. The sand dragon packs of the Southern Desert became his weapon.
On the rooftop of Rage Mars Group, Emperor Feng—one of the Five Dragon Kings—leaned on the railing, gazing at the endless desert. A bad premonition lingered in his chest.
‘I hope it’s just an illusion…’ he sighed.
As he turned to leave, commotion erupted on the horizon.
‘What!? Sand Dragon Clan!? Damn it!’
Boom! Yamamoto Takedazou shot up, slamming his palm on the table. Scouts reported dire news: the Winged Deity Punishment Church’s enemies remained hidden, yet the deep-desert sand dragons had attacked first.
‘Anyway, let’s crush these pests first.’
Sharkai Manwei stood and vanished from the hall. He worried about that brat Bai—nowhere to be found, unreachable. His frustration demanded an outlet: he’d vent his rage on the sand dragons.
Orkoreth.
Sharkai Bai sprinted, carrying Qian Nami Shizuru. Was this luck or misfortune? An indescribable ache filled him—for the girl he’d hurt two years ago. He needed to reach the mountain town and find healers for her wounds.
‘I was enjoying a cat-and-mouse game with my prey, but someone barged in.’
Dozens of silver-gleaming steel blades plunged before Sharkai Bai. The giant priest descended from the sky.
‘Tch…!’ Bai hadn’t expected him to recover so fast after a head-on kick. No damage done. How to escape this twisted giant?
‘Don’t think of shaking me off. In Orkoreth, nowhere is beyond my reach.’
‘Oh, little lab rat—you don’t know my name? I’m Migast.’
‘You’re Migast?’ Bai recalled his deal with Kami Miraishi: defeat Migast. No reason to run now.
He gently placed Qian Nami Shizuru under a tree, then faced the priest. ‘I won’t forgive you!’
Qian Nami Shizuru’s scarred body flashed in his mind. His fists clenched; purple pupils ignited.
Migast watched the white-haired youth abandon escape. Steel blades slid from his sleeves, crossing in a crucifix before his chest.
‘Heretic—annihilate!’
Both charged simultaneously. Monsters of close combat.
Bai kicked Migast, who didn’t dodge. The force slammed him into a rock wall. Bai wasn’t done—he blurred forward and punched Migast’s face.
Boom!!! Blood sprayed as Migast crashed deeper into the stone.
‘With this, I’ve won, right?’ Bai massaged his neck at the cave entrance. The opponent only looked strong.
‘AHAHAHAHA! Excellent!’
Whoosh!
Migast’s massive form appeared above Bai, blades raised. His blood-soaked face twisted grotesquely—brows furrowed, teeth clenched, eyes bulging. A smile impossible to read: joy or rage?
‘Useless.’
Though Migast’s speed had surged, Berserk Mode let Bai react. He threw another punch—but Migast vanished.
(Left!)
Bai kicked downward at Migast’s sudden appearance. The giant flew, snapping six trees before stopping.
‘Good. I’ve adapted to your attacks and speed.’
‘Is that so?’
Bai punched again.
Unexpectedly, Migast caught his fist with one hand.
(One Hit Kill failed!!?)
Bai tried to pull free but was locked in an iron grip.
‘Yes.’
