"Awoo—!"
Hoolay, in his giant wolf form, let out an earth-shshattering roar, the sound waves almost tearing the air apart.
There was no fear in his blood-red eyes, only the insatiable desire for battle, etched deep into the genes of the Bu Liren, never to be sated.
A foul wind swept through, his massive body transformed into a black lightning bolt, directly pouncing on Phainon.
Phainon did not retreat.
His right arm, burning with golden flames, lifted, and the scorching Invasion Dawn Greatsword met the massive black shadow, striking down with a single slash.
Hoolay's proud claws and the sword's edge collided violently!
Clang—!
Sparks flew amidst the ear-piercing clang.
Hoolay only felt an irresistible force coming from his claw tips.
That force was not only scorching but also carried a hatred and negation of abundance!
"Roar—!"
He let out a roar, his indestructible claws actually melted through and severed by the golden flames!
Phainon immediately delivered a second strike.
The golden sword edge transformed into a spear of light, irresistibly piercing through his chest, and melting a huge, smooth-edged circular hole in the wall behind him.
The blessing of abundance, at this moment, became the most malicious curse.
The flesh at the wound healed frantically, only to be charred by the burning flames, a cycle that brought torment deeper than death.
He fell into an inescapable, profound agony of wailing.
Phainon's figure instantly appeared before him, his burning right arm ignoring the twisted, proliferating flesh, and plunged violently into Hoolay's chest.
He precisely delved into the interior of the massive body, finding the furiously beating blood-red heart.
Then, his five fingers closed, and he pulled hard.
Pfft—
Blood gushed out.
Hoolay watched, wide-eyed, as Phainon so casually removed his heart.
Phainon's lips curved slightly, and he squeezed his hand tightly.
With a faint cracking sound, all of Hoolay's wailing and struggling ceased.
His massive body completely turned to ash in the flames.
The decaying aura of abundance vanished without a trace.
Phainon withdrew his arm, the flames on his body gradually receding.
He turned his head to look at the other battlefield.
Mydei's situation was not dangerous, but it was incredibly stifling.
He was carrying the unconscious Elio on his back, preventing him from making any wide-ranging dodges or attacks, his strength confined within his body.
Several wolf-man-shaped Bu Liren were attacking his blind spots with the most cunning angles.
Mydei's left arm was like a shield, blocking the air-tearing claws; his right fist was like a hammer, repelling the enemies in front with the smallest movements.
His movements were precise and steady, yet they exuded an extreme, suppressed ferocity.
He was ultimately constrained.
"Mydei."
Phainon's voice calmly cut through the clamor of the battlefield.
Mydei heard the call, punched the wolf-man in front of him, collapsing their chest, and used the force to retreat to Phainon's side, breathing heavily.
"Elio, give him to me."
Phainon gently took the unconscious young man from Mydei's back, steadily carrying him on his shoulder.
"Hoo!"
Mydei let out a long breath, stretched his shoulders, and felt the liberation of being unburdened.
The power suppressed in his chest was finally unrestrained, and the blood throughout his body began to boil!
"Now," Phainon looked at him, his eyes reflecting Mydei's burning fighting spirit, "tell them what the Castrum kremnos's way of fighting is."
"I know without you reminding me."
The moment his words fell.
Countless red crystals stood around Mydei.
"Hahahahaha—!"
He laughed uproariously, his laughter filled with the boundless arrogance of breaking free from shackles, the surging fighting spirit of complete release!
Finally, he could finally go all out!
This was the stance he should have!
Boom—
The ground beneath his feet cracked, and he had transformed into a blur too fast for the naked eye, his fist turning the nearest wolf-man's entire upper body into a shower of data streams!
"That was just a warm-up with you guys!"
Mydei's voice rumbled like thunder, "Now, I'll let you experience what 'Strife' is!"
He had no weapons.
He himself was the most terrifying weapon of war!
With one step, the earth trembled.
His fist wind surged, and a golden shockwave swept across in a fan shape.
The Bu Liren, who had just fiercely pounced, were hit by this force, their bodies disintegrating and collapsing directly in mid-air!
They didn't even have a chance to regenerate.
"Too weak!"
Mydei strode forward, both fists striking out, the dense fist shadows like a golden storm.
The air was torn by pure force, emitting a piercing shriek.
Several wolf-men attempting to ambush from the flanks couldn't even get within three meters of him before being violently shattered into primitive data fragments by the invisible force of his fists.
Qingning, in his wolf-man form, let out an unwilling roar, his claws slashing out several afterimages, aimed directly at Mydei's throat.
Mydei didn't even turn his head.
His left hand flashed backward, grabbing.
Snap—
Qingning's neck was precisely gripped by him, his entire body lifted off the ground, struggling helplessly in mid-air.
"With this little strength, you dare to bare your fangs and claws before me?"
Mydei's lips curled into a cruel sneer, and his fingers suddenly tightened.
Crack—
Qingning's neck was snapped.
He casually threw Qingning's still twitching body, like trash, towards the entrance of the studio.
Then.
Mydei raised his right fist, aiming at the sky.
An infinite cluster of red crystals gathered above his head, finally condensing into a gigantic crimson spear that pierced the heavens!
The energy at the spearhead was compressed to the extreme, causing ripples in the surrounding space!
He grabbed the spear shaft, his muscles bulging, the crimson patterns on his arm glowing like hot irons, and hurled it with all his might towards the direction of the door!
Boom—!!!!
After an earth-shattering roar, the door, along with all the remaining Bu Liren in front of it, was completely obliterated by the power of a demigod.
Only a huge gaping hole remained, leading to the profound interior.
A violent surge of air swept outwards, fluttering Phainon's clothes.
"Is this how Castrum kremnos always opens doors?" Phainon, carrying Elio, looked at the still smoking hole and couldn't help but tease.
Mydei shook his hand, dissipating the residual flames on his fist, then walked over and took Elio, steadily carrying him on his shoulder again.
"Hmph, when we return to our own territory, do we still need to knock?"
He looked up at the open door, a grin spreading across his face.
The elation after the battle made him feel refreshed.
"Let's go, Deliverer, the door is open, it's time to enter."
Phainon heard this, glanced at him, and a very faint smile also appeared on his face.
The two stood side by side, looking at the unknown darkness inside the opening.
The final stage lay ahead.