To think he had actually doubted the ‘Undying King’… The skeleton, now regripping the rusty iron sword, was filled with nothing but regret and the utter ridiculousness of its own cowardice.

The guardian of the Holy Temple had actually doubted the ‘Undying King’…

Who other than himself could have witnessed his monumental stature—standing on the land of destruction without taking a single step back from a single punch!

The temple guard’s conviction at this moment had never been so loyal and resolute!

｛Someone is in awe of my authority.｝

Yang Zicang silently gauged this feeling for a moment, then swept his gaze across his surroundings.

The energy shield within the enormous courtyard was violently shaking, the solidified air around it being torn apart with piercing shrieks.

“Just what… the hell are you!! “

Gao Kongyin’s voice became shrill and piercing, carrying a desperate roar, “I was born here! If my power has nothing to do with the world where Lin Feng (Lin Feng) resides, then I—an existence as great as the apostles in the books—who am I again! “

{Master! Calm down! }

The demonic sword also spoke in near desperation:

{Let’s flee quickly, Apostle Lord! His power won’t harm you! Don’t talk to him anymore! }

“You are either an obsession or an accident, ” Yang Zicang (YangZicang) said.

“You deserve to die! “

“I guess you’re just information that Hong Haocheng (Hong Haocheng) concealed here, absorbing the aether essence stirred up by the pure faith of my followers stationed in the sanctuary over the long ages… a distorted ‘knowledge essence’ born from that. “

Yang Zicang lifted his gaze and chuckled:

“A ‘book spirit’ trapped in its own cage of understanding! “

Bang!

The heavens pressed down again with an overwhelming pressure of annihilation, tearing apart the dust and smoke to reveal the blue sky of the heavens.

“You’re lying! “

Yang Zicang grabbed the temple keeper who was raising his rusted iron sword beside him. “You should read something else! ” His body vanished from the spot in an instant.

This thing was a psionic entity truly carrying aether power; that punch just now had slightly injured his spirit.

If he endured a few more hits like that, it might cause spiritual dark damage from this giant fist, much like merging with the White Shadow Thought-Dragon in the long course of time.

A fist slammed down, and the ground rumbled and rolled, followed by another fist, boom after boom!

Amidst such pounding blows, Yang Zicang’s figure never once appeared.

“Where is the man?!“

The giant scanned the courtyard in all directions. All the eyes on the Demon Sword lit up, yet they still failed to locate the young figure. It was as if he had never existed, completely and utterly vanished from this world!

Rain of sand fell between heaven and earth, rustling as it flowed over the dilapidated ground, trickling down to fill in some hollow pits.

Even when all had finally quieted down between heaven and earth, they still couldn’t find the figure of the “Undying King.“

{The Undying King… }

The Demon Sword trembled as it spoke:

{…he ran away, scared by you, milord. }

“You’re lying too.“

After uttering this, the Messenger cautiously observed his surroundings, afraid to miss the slightest trace of blowing sand. Knowing he couldn’t fool the Messenger, the Demon Sword dared not speak again recklessly. It looked through the many eyes in its broad finger gaps, perceiving the ground below.

A burst of wind blew past, and the earth let out a soft, weeping howl. Just when “the two figures” finally relaxed and guessed that the Undying King might have gone off again, as he had before, not to return for decades and millennia, a distant human cry suddenly rang out.

“Brother Yang… where are you…“

“Mr. Hero! Was the earthquake earlier your doing? Where are you!“

“Hey~ wanderer from Mist Town Ridge… where are you?“

Countless mental voices followed, and the group of people waiting outside all entered this hidden area through the newly opened passage.

The Demonic Sword Ten-Thousand-Eyed God-King instantly perked up.

{Milord, these are all allies of the Undying King! If we capture them, we’ll definitely force the Undying King to submit! }

“Apostle ” Silver thought for a moment, then denied it:

“The Undying King just said he wants to enter the Holy Palace to take something. If I leave here to capture his people, it might instead allow him to penetrate the Shadow Wall and enter the Holy Palace. “

Silver’s inner suspicions were voiced as a thought: Could this world really be just an evolution, as the Undying King said…?

Just thinking about it made him feel as though his mind was on the verge of breaking down. He immediately dismissed the notion and continued his analysis, allowing the tremor of power within him to subside slightly.

If the existence of this world had a purpose… then the Holy Palace he aimed for was undoubtedly the key point.

Silver’s mind made its decision in an instant. Be it true or false, as long as he guarded this door, the Undying King—unable to obtain what lay inside—would never stop this so-called evolution…

Though this message must surely be false!

He said to himself, as if bolstering his own courage.

{You are right, Envoy. We’ll just wait here; they are sure to walk right into the trap. By the way, Milord, please repair my body. That way, I can better contribute to your upcoming campaign to eliminate the Undying King’s gang, can’t I? Please grant me this small wish. }

After witnessing its power, the Unholy Sword unconsciously lowered its posture when speaking.

However, after Silver re-manifested the “Virtual Ether Crystal, ” he did not immediately use it on the hopeful, cracking Sword.

“You’re already a few meters long now. I reckon that’s enough for a fight for now, especially since you’re so small. “

{I! }

The Unholy Sword spat out a single word, then swallowed back everything else it was about to say.

In the distance, the group, having pinpointed his location by the tremors, rapidly closed in. They soon reached the edge of the ground that looked like it had been carpet-bombed by missiles, and gazed upon the towering figure standing in its depths.

“A monster like that! ” Qiao Bing let out a low whistle.

As for Carden, the sight of the giant silhouette in an instant made his body tremble, and he nearly stumbled.

So this was one of the terrifying creatures of the Fog People’s continent? How truly… horrifying.

Dozens of Bone Men trailing behind instinctively bowed their heads as if facing their natural predators, daring not advance any further.

“Tell me, ” Silver’s voice rumbled like muffled thunder:

“This world is a real, physical landmass, isn’t it? “

“Real? ” Qiao Bing and Carden exchanged a glance before looking more closely, and faintly discerned a familiar “little thorn ” clasped in that giant hand.

The “thorn” had already been half-repaired, forming the rough shape of a broad, usable broken blade.

A sudden grin split Qiao Bing’s face before he boomed out:

“May I ask your distinguished name? And why do you suspect this world isn’t real? Are you planning to sail the sea? “

“Why would you say that? “

Kaiden glanced oddly at the rugged man beside him.

Qiao Bing reached up and grabbed his shoulder, murmuring under his breath:

“This guy’s off. Throwing out a question like that the moment we meet… This big lug’s cognitive framework has been rattled to the brink by someone. And you know damn well who that someone is. “

“Ah! ” Kaiden froze, instantly realizing he’d nearly let a single sentence steer the course of future events.

At that moment, despite having faced countless life-threatening dangers before, Kaiden had never felt more stifled, absurd, struck by such deep unease.

Boppoli, standing at the front of the crowd, was also taken aback, his bright, expressive eyes narrowing sharply. He took two steps forward and solemnly lifted his slender arm, blocking everyone behind him from moving ahead.

The bone men breathed an inaudible sigh of relief, as if pardoned.

“Bobby, what are you doing? ” Qiao Bing asked.

“Big Bro must have sped up time to avoid that earthquake just now. Until he shows up in the future, let’s keep things going ourselves. “

Kaiden’s eyes instantly cleared, while Qiao Bing’s gaze flared with renewed spirit.

Boppoli raised a hand and waved, calling out:

“Hey! Who the heck are you, you big guy! “

The other party, of course, wouldn’t dignify that nonsense with a reply.

Boppoli pressed on, shouting:

“Hey, big stupid! You’re surrounded now! Give up resisting and surrender on the spot—I’ll go easy on you! Otherwise, we’re not holding back! “

BOOM!

Amidst a muffled rumble in the sky, a whole chunk of ground the size of a house came flying in with a single kick, gouging out a smoking gully in the earth.

“My turn! Let’s go! ” Qiao Bing flashed forward to block it, and with a bang, the rubble exploded, sending him flying backward as well.

“So strong! ” Kadeng’s cry echoed alongside the dull thud of Qiao Bing being blasted by the rocks. Boppoli immediately turned and shouted to the skull men behind him:

“Get away! This thing will hurt you! “

Smoke and dust billowed, shrouding parts of the towering figure hovering in the cloud, but those huge eyes, cold as moonlight, pierced through the haze and locked onto the daring little ants rushing in for a challenge.

Boppoli’s small body stood fast in front of the crowd, his slender arm still raised, his beautiful eyes showing no trace of fear—only a calmness beyond his years.

The force of that rock, casually kicked over just a moment ago, made him realize the vast chasm in their power gap instantly.

And also brought home why Brother Yang had sped up time to dodge the giant’s onslaught.

That attack contained… pulses of energy from the “Ether “!

Psychic force and etheric power converged in this supreme being, enabling its strikes to even affect the spiritual bodies of challengers who entered this realm.

“Doesn’t even the flow of time work here? “

Boboli wondered in confusion why Brother Yang hadn’t just obliterated it directly.

In any case, a head-on collision would lead to certain defeat.

“Give up resistance? Preferential treatment? “

Emissary Yin’s voice was like muffled thunder rolling across the land.

“Hah, and who might you lot be, popping up from the previous continent as well? “

Its gaze swept over the bone-men prostrate on the ground behind them, trembling from primal fear.

Qiao Bing spat out a mouthful of dust and supported another Qiao Bing to his feet. Boboli’s mind was racing…

This big guy’s “cognitive collapse ” state is even more severe than imagined!

Just what did Brother Yang do to it?

{Milord! Don’t waste words on them! }

The Demonic Sword Ten-Thousand-Eyed God-King buzzed excitedly in Yin’s palm, the eyes on the broken blade fragments greedily scanning the crowd below.

{Grab them! Especially that little squirt and the oddly dressed one! They must be close confidants of the Undying King! Use them as hostages to force him to show himself! Then smash them into pancakes with one punch! }

An immense mental pressure radiated outward, surging in waves toward Boboli and the others, causing the air to groan under the strain.

Caden and the Qiao Bing who had just gotten to his feet instantly felt the air grow thin and their bones groan. Boboli’s little face turned even paler, and the small backpack on his back felt impossibly heavy.

“We… are real!” Boboli shouted with all his might, his voice thin and trembling under the pressure, yet carrying a resilient clarity.

He instead grinned, squeezing out a smile, and said,

“But you are not!“

Emissary Yin’s movements paused slightly. Then came the furious rage of fear!

It stepped forward, its shrouding shadows blotting out the sky as both fists slammed down with a thunderous crash!

{Master, kill them! }

Thousands of eyes on the demonic sword instantly turned bloodthirsty, with countless even smaller eyes gleaming in their slits, forming a dense, spiral-like pattern.

Boom!

The earth quaked, and the bones of countless skeleton people shattered in an instant. Boboli and the others were driven deep into the ground by that punch. Qiao Bing felt as if his body was being torn apart, while Kaden’s soul seemed to fly out of him in this blow, ten times more terrifying than being struck by a tank.

Beneath the heavy fist, the young figure with a backpack on his back struggled to prop up his twisted arms. The crimson Flame of Emptiness flickered over him but had limited effect on the one before him.

“I know… what Brother… is trying… to do… Ahhh!“

Boom!

Another punch slammed down, and Boboli instantly invested tens of thousands of Void Zero Sequence counts into the two beside him.

{Master, keep it up! They really aren’t truly invincible! }

The demonic sword rejoiced as if it had finally discovered a goldmine!

These two punches had made it abundantly clear that even these creatures before him, maintaining human forms, backed by the investment of a certain saint, would still gradually crumble under the assault of His Excellency the Envoy! This realization filled it with immense excitement.

It seemed to instantly sense cracks appearing in the invincible armor shell of the Undying King.

{Just catch that undead, and it will surely become another soul beneath my blade! Your Excellency, again! }

The air swirled as the fist withdrew with a gust of wind.

Seizing this moment, Boboli slightly turned around and roared madly:

“All the so-called real worlds you think exist are merely one exchange from the boss! “

In an instant, countless ethereal black mists surged on the surface of the Apostle’s body, but no matter how hard he tried to quiet his mind, these dissipating powers refused to return.

“On the other hand, that novel in your hand is the only reality! “

Silver’s form suddenly shrank a circle, yet this did not hinder the continued enormity of his fists; instead, it made them swifter.

“Impossible! Ah! Can’t leave that to continue! “

Silver shouted in terror, “You must all die immediately, right now! “

Precious virtual ether crystals instantly wrapped around Silver’s fist.

His left fist was suddenly filled with a heavy and eerie presence!

The ominous, chilling energy of the void instantly converged upon it, forming fearsome devilish shades of dark red and black, along with a fist shadow bearing a texture like hollow, mottled crystal. It came crashing down like the first clearing of heaven and earth!

“Block it! ” Two force fields spread out beneath the dust and sand.

Boom!

The hexagonal light shattered instantly, and the dark red ripples also swayed and vanished.

The panicked heart of the Apostle Silver settled instantly under the qualitative change and power of this fist!

“Ha! I see! Die! “

The fist retracted and thrust out again!

It carried the gust of death, rushing straight toward the few people in the pit whose bodies were twisted and recovering, crashing down like a river of stars falling to the earth!

Sensing the strange aura, Qiao Bing’s eyes showed shock; Kaden instinctively turned his head and closed his eyes; Boboli’s mind raced wildly, thinking what could excite the giant delivering this wild, fierce blow to destabilize its spirit and reduce its strength.

{Die! }

The demon sword clenched tightly in the fist also excitedly revealed a vast black mist, as if preparing to absorb this rare and precious lifespan.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

“This time, after I leave, you will completely disappear. “

The demon sword’s hundreds of eyes all shifted to look at the abruptly appearing figure of the man behind it, sneering contemptuously, and several fragments said in unison:

{Still trying to deceive, } {Too late~ }

{Thanks for your sacrifice though, } {Letting us know the power of the crystal! }

Boboli wanted to shout something, but the wind pressure from the rapidly approaching fist made it impossible to speak.

The heavy wind pressure pressed the three tightly against the ground.

And at that very moment, Yang Zicang from behind raised his hand.

｛I begin using the special reward: Holy Psychokinesis Field Syncing Rights.｝

｛Target: Emissary Yin.｝

{Hahahaha! } The Demon Sword felt the fresh lifespan so close at hand, its countless eyes filled with nothing but madness.

If it wasn’t for the lack of a mouth, it would surely have been stretching out its tongue, licking its lips with barely contained gluttony.

A thunderous roar reverberated between heaven and earth as the wind howled, collapsing into a single deafening crash.

The colossal figure vanished in an instant.

The Demon Sword, clenched in the giant fist, suddenly found its vision clearing, its body uncontrollably tilting as it plummeted sideways, landing with a slap in a crater.

It fell right between Boboli and Qiao Bing.

The two humans and the sword glared at each other. After a few breaths, all the eyes of the Demon Sword suddenly became immensely gentle.

{Uh heh… M-my lords, I… I was forced earlier! You have to, you have to believe me! In such a situation, even you would prioritize saving your own hide, right…? }