The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"That's right, you can rest assured with me here."

Blue-Eyed Legend looked at him, smiled faintly, and shook his head:

"Heh, idiot."

The Red-Haired Legend: ?

Are you polite?

Isn't this when we're in a good mood?

Why are you cursing at me?

???

Just as their brotherly bond was shining brightly, neither of them noticed that the swordsman behind them, who had been motionless until now, had quietly changed his posture.

The swordsman no longer looked at the now dimmed light screen, but instead turned his head away from it and looked directly at the barrier of the Star Chasing Land.

Their gaze seemed to penetrate the barrier, revealing the scene inside and the battle that was influencing the transformation of the world within.

The angel, appearing somewhat ethereal beneath her armor, possessed a beautiful but expressionless face, exuding a cold demeanor.

However, those calm eyes showed a faint ripple when they saw Ning Feng's hollow chest, now pierced through.

"Ariana... what are you doing?"

What are you waiting for?

"What kind of trick are you up to this time?"

For no apparent reason, Cecilia felt that the other party was planning something.

Unfortunately, this premonition has never been wrong.

……

……

Magic power surged, and booming sounds echoed continuously. The battle at the top of the palace had entered a white-hot stage.

The entire palace was enveloped in the power field of the gods, isolating everything and preventing outsiders from seeing inside.

But Shirin was unaware of this and didn't care.

Because all she could see now was that blood-red figure, and she had only one thought left.

Destroy this guy, then go save Ning Feng.

All other thoughts were drawn from her mind; this was not because Shirin was caught up in the frenzy of battle, but because she made this choice voluntarily.

The opponent seems to possess a special domain that can influence the mind, and each attack intensifies the interference.

If she doesn't do this, Shirin is likely to be disturbed and influenced by the other party, locking herself in and striving to fight in the best possible condition.

Her approach was perfectly sound, even quite wise, but that alone wasn't enough.

Both legends are now in an extremely dangerous situation.

Xilin was alright; she only had some extra scars on her body, which did not affect her spellcasting. However, Enhart was in a different state.

The wound that had been pierced showed no signs of healing, and the bones that had once shone with a pale light had turned dull, with blood-like liquid seeping from the wound.

The bones above the left elbow were completely shattered and scattered on the ground, and a hole was pierced through the skull, with one of the eye sockets no longer holding the flame of the soul.

It looked incredibly tragic, but instead of weakening, Lai Enhart's momentum only grew stronger.

He didn't roar, but every movement he made, every step he took, exuded an aura of power.

That frenzied, desperate, and vengeful ferocity.

He has nothing left; he has nothing left to lose.

This is a pitiful soul clinging to life in this world.

Reinhardt is the guardian of this world's graveyard.

Everything he once possessed had already left him a thousand years ago.

He has survived to this day and refuses to die, so that one day he can take revenge on the gods and vent their anger.

Even though his body was broken and his fate was death, he was not afraid.

Because this is the time for revenge!

His fierce and violent attacks showed no regard for any damage; it was purely a style of fighting where he traded injuries for injuries.

He didn't care whether he could see the next sunrise or not; as long as he could kill her and cause harm to the gods, he would sacrifice himself without hesitation.

His reckless actions actually caused the Crimson Phantom to begin dodging the repeated attacks.

She was no longer the indifferent person she once was; having regained more consciousness, she began to worry about the depletion of her power.

In the midst of another clash, Reinhardt unexpectedly grabbed the Crimson Phantom!

He created an opportunity!

"Do it!"

! ”

Once the Crimson Phantom is eliminated along with Ennhart, everything will be over.

Without any hesitation, Shirin was about to unleash the prepared spell.

A life-or-death moment!

!

Just as Shirin was about to seize the opportunity to defeat the Blood Phantom in one fell swoop, a figure appeared behind her like a ghost!

His golden hair was stained with blood, and Anthony's handsome face was now contorted with rage. Like a vengeful ghost, he thrust his longsword at Shirin.

He now possessed the aura of a god, and Anthony, completely under his control, had reached the level of a legend!

Silently, his existence was as if it had been completely erased, without any sound or trace. Even now, Shirin was still completely unaware of it.

Life and death hang in the balance!

But just as the longsword was about to pierce the back of Shirin's head, a strange bell suddenly rang.

bell……

Anthony's figure seemed to freeze in the air, as if a pause button had been pressed.

Then, as Xilin abruptly turned around, a figure floated behind her, its fingertips gently touching the tip of the longsword.

Ding.

He flicked the tip of the sword with his finger, and the longsword, infused with legendary power, shattered instantly!

And in Anthony's crimson eyes, a sinister face full of mockery was reflected.

The devil whispered and chuckled deep within his soul:

"I told you not to block my way, why don't you understand?"

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"You actually have the nerve to show up in front of me again. You really haven't learned your lesson."

"It seems I still need to teach you a little lesson."

The figure that suddenly appeared had a smile on his face and extended his slender fingers to make a loose grasp on Anthony's hand.

!

?

Anthony tried to resist in mid-air, but to no avail; it was as if he were being gripped tightly by enormous hands.

His crimson eyes, filled with longing, were filled with mockery as he gently swung his loosely clenched hand downwards.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, Anthony, who was suspended in the air, accelerated and flew backwards in a strange way, heading towards the ground.

Then, without any pause, Anthony's body slammed into the palace wall like a broken toy.

Boom boom boom!

A series of crashing and deafening sounds rang out, and huge plumes of smoke and debris flew out as he was hurled from the top floor into the lowest part of the palace.

"cough……"

Blood mixed with his internal organs gushed from his throat, soaking his clothes, but Anthony still tried to get up again.

The blood in his chest glowed with an ominous light, suddenly coming to life, as if crimson tentacles were rapidly binding him.

Kakaka!

The bones, already broken in the impact, cracked as the tentacles wrapped around him, seemingly about to snap him in two.

"Ah... Waaah!"

He tried to scream, but the tentacles quickly wrapped around Anthony's mouth, choking his voice in his throat.

A remarkably calm voice sounded in my ear, devoid of sarcasm, but rather extremely serious:

"Just lie still, even if it's a favor you're doing me, don't get up again."

"After all, I didn't really want to kill you and cause myself any trouble."

The voice even added, very politely:

"Thank you very much for your cooperation."

Ahhhhh!

!

More and more tentacles wrapped around his body, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. Anthony looked hatefully through the gaping hole at the figure in the sky.

That evil figure with scarlet eyes, looking down from above.

Both of their eyes were bloodshot, but one was filled with madness, while the other was filled with indifference.