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The foreigner narrowed his eyes and thrust out his spear, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air. After decades of training, he was quite skilled.

With a flick of his right hand, the old man deflected the spear by striking its side. At the same time, he quickly closed the distance. When fighting with long weapons like this, closing the distance significantly reduces the threat level.

However, the foreigner was no pushover either. While attacking, his steps remained perfectly steady, and he retreated in sync with his father. He switched from using his spear for offense to forcing his way back, maintaining distance with a two-pronged approach.

Snapped!

The old man seized the opportunity, making a loud sound with his hands in the air. The energy between his palms formed a guillotine, which directly split the spear in front of him in two.

As the spearhead broke, the old man grabbed the spear shaft with his left hand and took a step forward, while raising his right hand in an arc and delivering a powerful swing that slammed directly into the foreigner's arm, shattering the arm shield.

Using the momentum, the foreigner retreated continuously, swaying as he dodged the attack, while simultaneously pulling out a soft whip with both hands.

With a hiss, the soft whip flickered twice, just like a light bulb with unstable voltage.

The old man seized the opportunity, lunged forward, and delivered a series of short punches directly to the foreigner's body, leaving afterimages in the air as his fists swung.

With a whoosh, just as the old man was about to launch another attack, several whips blocked his path.

With a bridge jump and two backflips, Dad dodged the hidden attack and landed smoothly behind.

"Who let you come here! Go and break the seal!" The foreigner shouted at the mage who came to help, but the uncontrollable twitching of his face as he spoke betrayed his outward bravado but inner weakness. His father's one-inch punches were not so easy to take.

After shooing away his henchmen, the foreigner took off his shirt, revealing a red and purple upper body. "You old codger, let's see how much strength you still have!"

The words were harsh, but the foreigner was unsure of himself. For some reason, he suddenly lost his sense of the magic network, and the gaps in his energy usage increased by more than double. Otherwise, the soft whip wouldn't have suddenly become ineffective.

"I still have enough strength left to beat you down!" As he spoke, his right hand unconsciously touched his waist. The series of movements he had just performed had strained his back a bit. As people get older, their bodies are not as strong as they used to be.

After exchanging harsh words, the two faced off for a few seconds before charging at each other.

The sounds of impact echoed in the not-so-large mirrored space.

Why isn't it done yet?! Does it take this long to break a seal?! A bunch of useless idiots!

The foreigner gritted his teeth and thought to himself, his hands were in excruciating pain, and he felt as if his bones were about to be broken.

Sigh, I can't deny getting old. If I were ten years younger, I would have killed him long ago.

The old man was also thinking to himself that his back was aching slightly. This hidden danger limited his strength, and the lack of back pain was having a huge impact on his kung fu.

"Dad! Get out of the way!"

As they struggled, a voice came from outside the mirror space.

"Lightning flashes across ten thousand miles as demons vanquish, a white dragon soars through the sky!"

The dragon's roar, accompanied by lightning, slashed down, splitting the entire mirror space in two.

A line of blood appeared on the foreigner's forehead. He staggered forward two steps and crashed to the ground, splitting in two.

The entire mirror space also vanished completely with his death.

"Master! Are you alright!" Tru hugged his father, his face full of worry.

"I'm fine." The old man stood up, clutching his aching back, and looked up at Lin Zhengying, who was flying through the air.

Lin Zhengying held a long sword with an ethereal aura in his hand, and behind him was the phantom of the sword immortal Lü Dongbin.

"Has the Heavenly Court's network been deployed here?" the old man asked with a smile.

Lin Zhengying nodded. Why was he so much more powerful than his father? It was because his master had arranged for him to become a temporary worker in Heaven before leaving.

The biggest advantage this identity gave Lin Zhengying was that he could access the Heavenly Court network. The entire network was filled with reusable auras left by various big shots. In the past, when there were many people, borrowing power required verification, which meant setting up an altar to invite the gods. Now that few people use it, the verification process is no longer necessary. Lin Zhengying simply used the highest level of power that he could accept.

Boom!

A moving storm stopped on the other side, and Zheng Xian slowly walked out from it. He and Lin Zhengying sandwiched all the remaining mages in the middle.

Following the sound of the storm was a series of perfectly synchronized footsteps. Squads of soldiers rushed over from the side, armed with guns, and surrounded the mages.

They have just completed the evacuation of nearby residents.

"Hands behind your head! Crouch down!"

Unable to connect to the magic network, with their internal energy becoming somewhat unruly, surrounded by guns, and with two powerful figures standing overhead, these mages had no choice but to obediently squat down and hope for leniency.

Chapter 85 The Annihilation of the New York Temple

After everything calmed down, Lin Zhengying dispersed the illusory image of Lü Dongbin and landed on the ground next to his father. "Father, there's something you've misunderstood. It's not that the network was laid here; it's that the magic network here was originally built on the original Heavenly Court network."

"While evacuating the crowd, I also sent an urgent request to my superiors to take back all the network access in this area. Without the Magic Network to replenish them, these people are like a bunch of trash without power."

"It's good that everything is resolved. Dad is still better off sitting in the library drinking tea and reading books," Dad said, shaking his head.

With a whoosh, a portal opened at the seal point, and two people jumped out from it.

"The person in charge!" the restrained mages shouted.

Shi Chengzhong, who came out of the door, was stunned by the situation outside. The army, the controlled Kamar-Taj sorceress, and Lin Zhengying, the representative of the Heavenly Court, didn't seem like anything had happened.

The messenger behind Shi Chengzhong was also stunned. He had just opened the portal and felt the increased resistance, thinking that this place had been corrupted by the aura of hell. He even blamed himself for returning too late. But now it seems that it was not the case at all.

"Big Brother!" Zeng rushed out of the crowd and ran to Shi Chengzhong's side, instinctively calling out the name they used when they met alone.

This time, however, Shi Chengzhong did not criticize him.

Looking at Lin Zhengying, Shi Chengzhong sighed, dispelled the magic power condensed on his body, and walked over under the watchful eyes of Zheng Xian and the surrounding soldiers, extending his hand.

"Hello, I am Shek Shing-chung, the head of the Hong Kong Temple. On behalf of the entire Hong Kong Temple, I would like to extend my highest respect to you. Furthermore, we will not shirk any responsibility for any losses or consequences." Shek Shing-chung's attitude was very polite.

"You're too kind. We're all family, no need to be so calculating." Lin Zhengying laughed and shook hands with Shi Chengzhong in a friendly manner.

“Mr. Shi Chengzhong, I am Guan Zhen, the captain of the Supernatural Reaction Unit. We are here to apologize for being late.” Guan Zhen walked over quickly and said to Shi Chengzhong.

He knew from Zeng's words how difficult it was for this person in front of him, how he had endured immense pressure and accomplished countless tasks on his own. In the more than thirty years since he took office, the number of Chinese in the Hong Kong Temple had more than doubled, and the authority of various positions had been distributed to Chinese.

During this process, the foreigners led several small strikes, and each time Shi Chengzhong worked around the clock to maintain the safety of the entire area, and then had to swallow his pride and admit his mistakes.

"It's not too late, the timing is just right."

As Shi Chengzhong spoke, he looked up at the sky above Hong Kong. In his eyes, the magic net in the sky gradually disappeared, and in its place was another kind of network that was more complex and mysterious.

Meanwhile, in the New York Temple, after the magic net of the Hong Kong Temple dissipated, the entire temple was in a state of panic, and the chief administrator was so shocked that he didn't know what to say.

"Charge! There's only one cat and one person outside. With so many of us, we can definitely break through. Once we're out, go to the Himalayas and ask the Ancient One for help!"

The person in charge suddenly shouted loudly, pointing his finger at the door, his feet rooted to the spot, waiting for the others to launch the attack.

Charge! Shouldn't it be "Charge with me"?

The temple mage looked at the person in charge with a head full of question marks. Did this person really think everyone else was an idiot?

"Go! What are you waiting for!" the head of the group roared, using the last bit of his former authority to drive the other mages away.

After the portals opened, the person in charge removed all the insignia from his body, then secretly opened a portal and slipped inside.

The teleportation went smoothly, but the destination was a bit strange—a square filled with steel.

The person in charge immediately sensed something was wrong after coming out. He tried to retreat but found that the portal behind him had closed. When he turned around, he saw the other mages of the New York Temple sitting obediently on the ground watching him.

"Ah, don't be too surprised. I slightly altered the spatial orientation of your area. No matter where your destination points, you will eventually arrive here."

The person in charge looked in the direction of the voice and saw a short man with a big head talking while fiddling with something in his hands.

This person was Heimerdinger. An and Pike were Ouroboros, a comprehensive organization in the entire mystical world, somewhat like the United Nations. Helping with the foreplay was fine, but the main event still had to be done by the people of the Clock Tower themselves.

The head of the team stared intently at Heimerdinger. This was the guy who was blocking his way. Once he got rid of him, the road ahead would be clear!

With this thought flashing through his mind, the person in charge slowly conjured a dagger from his sleeve, calculating the distance between himself and Heimerdinger.

It's now!

When they were about ten meters apart, the commander launched an attack, but as soon as he took his first step, a clear beam of light grazed his hair and struck the soles of his feet.

The person in charge of the emergency braking smelled something burning and trembled all over. He turned around and saw that behind him, the muzzle of a telekinetic floating cannon was charging for its next shot.

Heimerdinger beckoned, and the dagger in the hand of the New York head floated up and landed in his hand.

All the mages were stunned. The energy weapon could still exist stably even after being removed from its creator's control; in their eyes, this was simply impossible.

"Hmm, this energy is very interesting. It seems to be related to the rules of space. If it can be successfully simulated, it may reduce the energy consumption of other teleportation methods. It is worth studying."

Heimerdinger lightly touched the dagger with his finger, and the entire dagger was disintegrated into individual points of light, which are the smallest units in which the energy molecules can exist stably.

After countless data points flashed through his mind, Heimerdinger suddenly remembered that there was a group of prisoners in front of him.

"I almost forgot about you guys." Heimerdinger patted his big head.

The next second, a small iron ring appeared on each mage's wrist. When the ring closed, all the mages' perception of energy was severed, and their bodies weakened. Now, in terms of unarmed combat ability, they were no better than a healthy, ordinary adult man.

After doing all this, Heimerdinger threw all the mages back to the temple. He still had research to do and didn't have time to deal with these people.

"Is anyone injured? I just hybridized some thorn vines that can be used to heal wounds," Vernon asked the mages, holding a clump of swaying thorns in his hands.

After Vernon advanced from a druid apprentice to a full druid, he buried himself in the research of new plants. He only came because everyone else knew that Heimerdinger had made a move and that he would only be doing odd jobs, so they all hid. Only he was foolish enough not to see the news and was casually conscripted by Heimerdinger who happened to be passing by.

Looking at that terrifying clump of thorns, all the mages shook their heads like electric fans.

Vernon sighed. How could these people have no appreciation for beauty? He thought his own thorns were adorable; look how cute the thorns were!

Chapter 86 The Ancient One's Resolute Determination

The Hong Kong Temple and the New York Temple experienced successive changes, which manifested on the Magic Network as two of the four nodes suddenly going dark, leaving only the nodes for the Himalayas and the London Temple still lit up.

"How to say?"

"I don't talk about it much."

The London Temple was deathly still; anyone with a modicum of intelligence knew they were next.

Moreover, they stopped hiding and stood openly outside the door. Their attitude could be summed up in one sentence: "You can come out and surrender now."

"Why hasn't the Ancient One appeared yet! This has become such a mess! How are we supposed to protect Earth?! She doesn't deserve to be the Sorcerer Supreme!"

"Hmm, she's not worthy, you are. Go ahead and kill that guy at the door. I've already done the research for you; he's King Arthur, who has lived for over two thousand years."

"Fuck! That's outrageous! How could the king of the ancient Celts stand up for modern-day Britain!"

"Perhaps in King Arthur's eyes, everyone on this land is her subject? You don't need to worry about so much, just take her down, and everything will be resolved."

"Alright! Stop arguing!" the London head slammed his fist on the table and shouted. "Let's think of something to do. We can't just surrender like this!"

"I don't think surrendering is a bad idea. After all, that's how the older generation surrendered to the Ancient One. Besides, King Arthur outside isn't an invader from another dimension, and she's the oldest ruler of Britain. Surrendering to her isn't shameful... I guess..."