The sun is warm, and the shadows of the trees sway.

New and tender flowers and grass break through the cement pavement continuously, growing out and stretching their veins.

The glass and concrete walls on the outside of the skyscrapers peel away under the slow and steady erosion of the forest sea.

The large fragments of stone are caught by the branches of the trees below before they even hit the ground.

People shrouded by shadows on the ground look up at the demigod of deadwood resembling a Titan, dumbfounded, momentarily forgetting whether to fight or flee.

"The murderer..."

On the screen, Jien Rushuang's pale hands tightly grip the edge of the trial desk, teeth clenched, unable to say the second half of the sentence.

The murderer will always be killed in turn.

Or rather,

The murderer must die.

Li Ang, still waiting for a response, lets out a low, crazed laugh from deep in his throat.

The Titan's body slowly stands up.

The deadwood arm merely brushes against the edge of the building, slicing and crushing the steel and concrete like a razor.

He turns, looking towards the direction of the Special Affairs Bureau headquarters.

"Cough, cough, stop, stop him!!"

Wang Buliuxing coughs, prying himself out of the human-shaped dent in the high-rise building.

The Bi'an Armor on his arm seems to malfunction, continuously sparking with tiny flashes.

The Bi'an Sprite hovering beside him withers, listlessly resting on his shoulder.

The stronger the binding spell, once broken, the stronger the backlash the caster receives.

Wang Buliuxing feels his blood surging back in reverse, the chaotic whispers of primordial forces constantly echoing in his ears,

A indescribable agony makes him wish he could peel his flesh open and rip out his heart and lungs.

He trembles as he retrieves a Talisman of Tranquility from the void, slapping it onto his chest to calm his mind,

Finally temporarily halting the backlash effect of the Rouge Red Lotus being broken.

Whoosh—

The sound of shattering space echoes from above.

Zhongli Mieming leaps out of a pit, ascending into the air,

Controlling two Knight's Long Spears to stab at the left knee of the Deadwood Titan.

Clang!

The dazzling, luxurious Knight's Long Spears clash against the cracked wood, emitting a sharp, metallic hum,

The spear shafts vibrate, pushing the spear blades forward to pierce through.

Vines shoot out from the gaps in the deadwood bark, winding around the Knight's Long Spears,

Pulling and twisting from all directions, trying with sheer brute force to break the spears.

Zhongli Mieming's face shows astonishment, biting his teeth suddenly, refusing to retreat or withdraw,

Instead, he thrusts his arms forward, causing the Knight's Long Spears to extend spiral blades from their spearheads, transforming into engineering drills, spinning sharply.

Buzz—

Wood chips scatter, the vines entwining the Knight's Long Spears snap one by one,

The Knight's Long Spears, unstoppable, pierce through beneath the knee in one go.

It succeeded.

A flash of sharpness glimmers in Zhongli Mieming's eyes. Although the wooden tunnel pierced by the Knight's Long Spears is rapidly healing visibly, this is enough to prove that,

In their drill form, the spears can inflict real damage on the Deadwood Titan.

There is no such thing as true invincibility in the killing field games,

In this form, the opponent, while possessing unimaginable strength, defensive power, and self-healing ability, must also bear tremendous consumption,

At the very least, there must be a time limit for this form.

No matter what, the opponent must not approach the Special Affairs Bureau headquarters.

"Hmm."

Li Ang, stepping towards the Special Affairs Bureau headquarters, seems to notice the anomaly at his knee,

He lowers his head, glancing at the minuscule Zhongli Mieming, swatting casually downward.

The latter only feels a gale facing him, his complexion changes drastically, raising his left palm to urgently unleash an air cannon with not much force, pushing himself heavily to the right,

Passing through the Titan's finger gaps with a narrow escape.

However, before he could express a sigh of relief,

Suddenly, and silently, a mass of vines shot out from the adjacent high-rise, snaring his wrists and ankles, dragging him forcefully into the dark building.

Whip-like sharp thorns cutting through the air unconsciously,

The giant Venus Flytraps opening and closing their spiny mouths,

The Devil Taro emanating a sweet, toxic odor,

Pit flowers laying flat on the ground like a beast trap, appearing unexpectedly beautiful.

In Zhongli Mieming's eyes reflect bizarre, imaginary dangerous plants.

If the Forest Sea Skyscraper seems like a post-apocalyptic wasteland from the outside,

Then from within, it is a hellish Forest of Death.

In the dark floors, numerous deadly plants sense Zhongli Mieming's presence, roaring and lunging at him,

Those two Knight's Long Spears, sensing the dire situation of their controller, rapidly fly back, rushing into the dark floors, clashing with the rampant plants.

This forest sea is not merely a spectral entity but a living jungle.

Zhongli Mieming is not battling Li Ang alone; everything alive in the space, the air, the water, is his enemy.

The Deadwood Titan strides forward, leaving deep depressions in the ground which bloom with flowers and grass, swaying in the breeze.

"Quick, quick, quick, quick!"

Behind the Deadwood Titan, Wang Buliuxing hovers mid-air, his eyes red, working with the mechanical arm extending from his shoulder to repair the sparking Bi'an Armor.

Unscrewing bolts, replacing parts, reorganizing the circuitry...

The Bi'an Armor's light flickers, emitting harsh noise,

The Bi'an Sprite grows weaker, its form becoming hazy and transparent.

"Move! Move! I'm telling you, move!"

Wang Buliuxing roars, slamming his arm guard heavily, as the Bi'an Armor abruptly releases a shining light, slowly absorbing the card that had been moving in and out of the preparation slot into the card slot.

Finally.

The Bi'an Sprite's form stabilizes, still exhausted and feeble, but much improved from its previous near-disappearing state.

Wang Buliuxing takes a deep breath, rotating his body, planting both feet on the skyscraper surface, pushing off hard,

Shooting out like an arrow, tracing an arc in mid-air, dodging the sky-blocking, lashing vine thorns,

Intercepting alone in front of the Deadwood Titan, arriving after but ahead of it.

"Hmm?"

Li Ang looks down at the determined, brown-haired boy suspended in mid-air, not stopping his steps, raising the arm of the Deadwood Titan casually, lazily swinging it forward.

"You are indeed, very strong."

Wang Buliuxing's gaze remains cold, with a Golden Light Array appearing around the Bi'an Armor, "However,

Here, no through traffic!"

He suddenly swings his arms down, the Bi'an Armor launches the Golden Light Array, pinning it to the ground beneath the Deadwood Titan's feet.

Boom!

The roadway instantly shatters and disintegrates, bricks scatter, dust flies,

The towering Deadwood Titan abruptly bends its knees, its shins sinking rapidly into the soil, quickly being swallowed by the ground.