"No way!"

Lin Chuan watched, stunned, as Titan went flying. Just moments ago, Titan’s combat skill had been terrifying. Yet that Black Knight had actually blocked it?

Then he saw the figure emerge from the flames on horseback. Lin Chuan gulped sharply—the Black Knight was nearly unscathed. Behind the mask, blood-red eyes glared icy cold. One glance froze Lin Chuan’s body.

But the knight shifted his gaze, clashing with Shadowblade. Spears whooshed through the air, sparks exploding on impact. Shadowblade had never faced such a strong opponent since becoming Awakened. The knight’s spear force made his wrists ache. Even at max speed, the knight kept up effortlessly. It felt infuriating.

‘Even injured, he’s this powerful? If he were at full strength…’ Shadowblade shuddered. He’d probably die instantly.

Bang! Bang!

The Speed Brothers attacked from the sides. Leaping on hoverboards, they fired Spirit Energy bullets at the knight’s mount. They avoided the knight himself, fearing interference.

But the bullets were absorbed by dark aura around the mount.

Finally, the black warhorse snorted, shooting two dark beams at Shadowblade.

Shadowblade sensed it early. He vanished from his spot.

"Holy crap, even the mount’s this strong?!" Lin Chuan’s lips twitched, watching the beams scorch the ground black. He doubted he could beat that horse.

"Screw it. I’ll take a few swings first." Lin Chuan had no good opening. The Spirit Energy bursts alone made him queasy.

"Idiot!" Lin Tang’s nose wrinkled in anger. "This isn’t a turn-based game! You can’t just jump in after someone!"

Next second, she saw Lin Chuan yelling wildly as the warhorse kicked him flying. At C-rank Awakened level, he was nearly useless here.

Lin Chuan crashed hard. His insides felt shifted. He spat blood.

"Cough, cough. Guess some things just need to come out," he muttered, chest pressure easing. He glared at the horse. "Damn, is this guy a pay-to-win player? I can’t even beat his mount?"

The fight seemed long but lasted seconds. Shadowblade retreated briefly before charging back. Titan roared, hefting his giant axe like a bull, charging the knight.

Facing an injured A-rank War Spirit, Lin Chuan’s side only had two B-rank Awakened. The battle stayed deadlocked.

Feng Ye couldn’t openly smash the knight with a brick—that’d expose him as more than D-rank. He waited for his chance.

Lin Tang had given up fighting. She recalled her War Spirit. "Brother Feng Ye, you promised to interrupt attacks. Why didn’t you brick that horse?" she teased.

Feng Ye replied seriously, "If I bricked everyone who sneezed, it’d be cruel to sneezers."

"Pfft." Lin Tang didn’t believe him, but she wasn’t mocking. Despite their short time, Feng Ye felt easy to get along with. He had a brotherly aura her own brother lacked—a sister’s intuition. It boosted her affection for him.

Meanwhile, in Radiant Land’s ancient battlefield...

The sky hung heavy with dark clouds. The land felt oppressive. Broken weapons littered the ground. Figures clashed in battle.

"Old Lin," a scruffy man said, sitting on the dirt, chewing a grass stalk. "Where’d that summoning circle come from? I pierced that guy’s chest, yet he escaped. Are those old bastards messing with us?"

"Unlikely," Old Lin replied, frustrated. His long-planned hunt had failed. "Summoning needs a medium. Only we tracked him. Unless someone stole it... Maybe he’s backed by a powerful entity. Perhaps a forbidden Hero Spirit."

Old Lin sighed. He’d searched this battlefield for that War Spirit. It neared Saint-class, holding a fragment of a Saint’s Heart. Killing it would help him reach the Divine Realm.

Now, he was truly annoyed.

"Guess I have to start all over again."

Old Lin didn’t know his adorable children had set him up...

He was already balding. Knowing this might make him completely bald.

Though a legend in the Divine Realm said baldness brought power, Old Lin refused to go bald in his prime.