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The man in black robes stood on Urata's back, looking down at the newly evolved Pallas with a disdainful expression.

"Even if it evolves, what can it change! Faced with absolute superiority, this improvement is nothing but a death throes!"

He swung his remaining right arm violently, yelling, "Ulta, crush it into mincemeat!"

Urata let out a deafening roar, stomped off the ground, and launched his massive body into the air, heading straight for Palsas.

"Parsas, Ultimate Bite!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Pallas transformed into a black lightning bolt and charged towards Urata's attack. With a nimble dodge in mid-air, he circled around to Urata's neck.

Parsas bit Urata's throat tightly.

Urata, in pain, frantically shook his head, trying to throw Palsas off.

"Fool! Use Meteor Shower!" the man in black roared.

Urata raised its head, a red light flashed across its body and then immediately went out, releasing nothing. Its body began to tremble violently, and its originally violent aura was visibly weakening.

"What's going on?!" The man in black robes was stunned, his fingers frozen in mid-air.

He stared intently at Urata, only then realizing that the magic power emanating from Urata was transforming into streaks of red light, flowing continuously into Parsas's body through the wound Parsas had inflicted.

This is Parsas's passive talent: while attacking an opponent, he frantically devours the opponent's magic power.

Urata's struggles grew weaker and weaker, and he could barely stand. His massive body swayed precariously.

Luo Xing seized the opportunity and pointed the Black Flame Soul in his hand forward.

"Parsas, Hand of the Other Shore!"

Parsas released his mouth, performed a backflip in mid-air, and landed steadily.

A black hole appeared beneath Urata's feet, from which emerged a gigantic, pitch-black hand that gripped Urata's legs tightly.

Urata let out a wail as the Claw of the Other Shore dragged him little by little toward the abyss.

The man in the black robe was terrified when he saw that half of Urata's body had already disappeared into the black hole. He scrambled towards the edge of Urata's back, trying to escape.

"Trying to run?" Luo Xing sneered and raised his magic wand.

"Take this Star Magic!"

A golden star streaked across the sky and struck the back of the black-robed man's head with a "bang".

The man in black robes lost his balance in mid-air and fell straight down.

When he opened his eyes again, he was surrounded by darkness. He looked down and saw that his lower body had been dragged into the black hole.

"No! Help!"

With screams, the man in black robes and Urata vanished completely into the black hole.

Luo Xing slowly emerged from the smoke and dust, freed from the black flame cage. Jia Hao, who was watching from afar, finally breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

Without the black-robed man's magical support, the dozen or so cracks outside the city began to shrink and eventually disappeared completely, cutting off the source of the beast tide.

Luo Xing observes the current situation on the field.

Jiahao's three chess piece spirits have successfully killed the three Lily of the Valley sheep, and the remaining Urata was quickly defeated after losing its magic supply.

Seeing the black-robed man die and Urata defeated, the morale of the city guards and the mages who had come to their aid was greatly boosted. Various spells and elven skills intertwined on the battlefield, frantically reaping the remaining corrupted elves.

As the last level 20-something Dorado fell, a thunderous cheer erupted from the city wall. Some people hugged each other and wept, while others took off their coats and threw them into the air.

The churning black fog in the sky began to dissipate, and the morning light pierced through the clouds as the orange-red sun slowly rose from the east.

Luo Xing and Jia Hao sat back to back in the center of the battlefield, looking extremely disheveled. They were covered in mud and blood, their clothes were torn, and their magic power had been completely drained.

Jiahao gasped for breath, pulled half of a flattened energy bar from his pocket, and handed half to Luo Xing.

The two stood back to back, gazing at the rising sun in the distance.

"It's really not easy..." Jiahao mumbled indistinctly as he chewed on an energy bar.

Just then, the system panel in front of Luo Xing suddenly popped up, and the blue light screen flickered slightly in the morning light.

[Daily intelligence has been updated]

[Today's intelligence: Deep within the secret realm of Light Breeze Mountain lies a mysterious stone tablet, inscribed with long-lost magical techniques.]

Luo Xing glanced at the panel, but didn't even have the energy to open it to view the details.

As Luo Xing watched the clouds on the horizon grow brighter, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

"Brother Hao."

"what?"

"So this is what it feels like to be a hero who saves the world. It's tiring, but it's pretty awesome." Luo Xing chuckled.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sky above his head was suddenly torn apart again, and a huge black crack appeared in the sky without warning.

Several figures plummeted from the cracks, crashing heavily onto the open ground in front of the city wall, creating deep craters.

Luo Xing and Jia Hao sat up abruptly and stared intently.

Lying at the bottom of the pit were Bai Qiuxue, the old man, and others who had disappeared all night.

The old man's condition was appalling; his gray robe was stained dark red with blood, and he had a deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest. Even his breathing had become extremely weak.

Bai Qiuxue wasn't in much better shape; her face was deathly pale, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. She could only barely support herself by kneeling on the ground with the help of her magic wand.

Standing opposite them was the man in black robes wearing a raven mask.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering in the wind. Apart from a few minor tears at the hem, he looked completely unharmed.

The crow-man looked down at the crowd on the ground.

"That good-for-nothing Wuye can't even handle this little thing."

He slowly raised his hand, and the black mist, centered on him, swept wildly in all directions.

A sense of oppression once again enveloped the crowd who had just been cheering.

Looking at the overwhelming black mist, Luo Xing shook his head helplessly and turned to look at Jiahao.

"Brother Hao, I didn't expect there to be a second challenge. This time it's really hopeless. Let's be brothers again in the next life."

Jiahao gave a wry smile and began to tidy his appearance.

Just as the black mist was about to engulf everything, a clear, cold female voice came from the distant sky.

"roll!"

As the word fell, an extremely dazzling green halo instantly dispelled the black mist.

A woman in a green dress slowly descended from the sky.

Her face was veiled, and a pair of pale green, transparent wings spread out from her back. The magical energy emanating from her body was terrifying.

Beside her stood a green elf with pink ribbons swirling around her.

Luo Xing nudged Jia Hao next to him with his elbow, his tone carrying a hint of relief at surviving a close call.

"Brother Hao, it seems like we can survive again."

Jiahao stared wide-eyed at the woman in mid-air, speechless for a long time: "Holy crap...holy crap...the Grass-type Elf King! That means she's a titled mage, the Spirit Vine Goddess!"