The turbulent air currents mixed with a massive amount of demonic power, swirling rapidly around the Tyrant Halberd,

without any words needed, Li Ang absorbed the demonic power and memories through the Shining Dice of Destiny, naturally mastering its usage,

as he gripped the halberd with both hands, extending massive plant vines from his feet, firmly rooting them into the soil,

using the halberd as a blade, he swung horizontally towards the Qi Bladed Sword.

The ground, reinforced with water jets, shattered like fragile glass, splintering into fragments.

Boom!

The two air currents collided head-on, not canceling each other out but instead penetrating, accelerating, and rotating,

forming a cobalt blue energy sphere.

The plant vines extending from Li Ang's feet continued to snap, the soil beneath trembling, dissolving, and turning to sand,

as the robust Tyrant Halberd bent under the immense pressure, forming an arc.

The essence of the Blast Wave was to first utilize massive amounts of demonic power to collide, creating a gale, then use the flow of the enemy's aura to turn the gale into a cyclone, absorbing the attack and reflecting it back with amplified force.

"Hmm?"

In the slightly surprised gaze of Su Ni Sheng's phantom,

the soil under Li Ang's feet rapidly metalized, and he released Alchemy with his toes instead of his hands to solidify the surrounding soil again, stabilizing his stance,

then used all his strength to maneuver the Tyrant Halberd.

The energy sphere slowly moved towards the Wishing Machine, expanding inch by inch, until finally—it shattered explosively.

The cobalt blue light burst like layers of petal blossoms, shining layer upon layer,

Ding Zhensi, standing in front of Hoenhem, only felt the passive of the Tortoise Shell Shield trigger again,

but the boundless gale swept in, lifting the Kui Ox Mecha like a leaf, slamming it heavily against the wall,

his ears filled with roaring,

as the cockpit was forcibly taken over by the intelligent AI, dropping a black light-absorbing curtain to prevent the intense light from blinding the fragile pilot's eyes.

When the light finally faded,

the ground of the mountaintop cave was left with a deep hemispherical crater, similar to a meteorite impact site, the mountaintop rock wall previously cut by the Qi Bladed Sword was once again severely damaged,

and the side wall of the cave, where everyone stood, collapsed entirely, causing the teapot-shaped cave to tilt to that side, on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

The scene was filled with devastation and wreckage,

and the Wishing Machine was also hit by the residual Blast Wave, its surface charred and cracked, with a large chunk of the left external metal plate shattered, revealing flickering electrical sparks and some crystal-like electronic components unseen in the real world.

Yet it still stood where it was, reflecting a faint glow, maintaining Su Ni Sheng's phantom.

Her hands hung by her sides, her expression indifferent and cold, and her plain long skirt didn't even move an inch.

Despair spread like a contagion among the players' hearts,

as the black light-absorbing curtain inside the cockpit automatically retracted,

a battered Ding Zhensi barely maneuvered the Kui Ox Mecha to jump down from the wall, his trembling mechanical arms once again gripping the Tortoise Shield,

standing in front of a visibly anxious Hoenhem who was still chanting incantations aloud.

A deathly pale Amber and a severely injured David, who was coughing blood, also moved to stand before Hoenhem. The former planted the Pirate Scimitar into the ground and said sideways, "Big brother, can you chant any faster..."

I wish I could!

Hoenhem's eyes widened, roaring angrily in his heart, his incantation growing even more fervent.

Damn, why is this spell so long!

Clap.

Wu Dai expressionless, yanked Li Ang, whose legs were stuck in the ground from the Blast Wave's aftermath, flipping her palm to hand him a crystal vial filled with pure white glowing gas.

Li Ang didn't need to look to guess that the crystal vial Wu Dai offered was probably some kind of supreme restorative potion.

He smiled, placing the battered Tyrant Halberd into his backpack, then tossed the vial back to Wu Dai.

"Not needed now?"

Wu Dai frowned slightly, her mask cracked in half, leaving a cut on her left cheek from the shards, leaking shallow beads of blood.

"Not yet necessary."

Li Ang took a deep breath, a series of subtle popping sounds emanating from his muscles and bones, as the plant vines binding his body gently opened, rapidly consuming Divine Power while also healing various internal injuries.

"..."

Watching the players regroup, Su Ni Sheng's phantom frowned slightly,

she could feel an abhorrent power brewing within the trench coat-wearing man being protected by everyone while chanting an incantation,

and it seemed that the young man in the Dragon Head White Lab Coat also underwent some change, evoking a faint sense of threatening discomfort.

Necessary, to interrupt.

Su Ni Sheng's phantom, without emotional fluctuation, once again joined her fingers,

gathering air flow at her fingertips at an exaggerated rate, swiftly absorbing the remaining demonic power and Spiritual Power in the air.

This time, instead of creating a slender sword blade,

she crafted a flying knife shaped like a willow leaf.

The otherworldly travelers before her were at the end of their strength, needing only to kill the one chanting to end it—she didn't think anyone could withstand the imminent strike.

Her fingers slowly curled,

and she threw it.

The Willow Leaf Knife vanished instantly from Su Ni Sheng's fingertips,

as the Kui Ox Mecha was inexplicably pushed aside, and the weapons in Amber and David's hands clanged sharply twice, being struck heavily by the unseen force—the speed of the Willow Leaf Flying Knife was so swift they only saw a blur cutting through the air before them.

Hoenhem's pupils constricted suddenly, feeling the layers of passive protection spells around him breaking, layer by layer, before the approaching Willow Leaf Knife.

The world before him gradually slowed down; he could see the shock and stunned expressions on Amber and David's faces, the flowing qi on the Willow Leaf Flying Knife, yet he couldn't react in time.

Bam!

At this moment, when no one could intervene, the third dirty sack tied to Hoenhem's side inexplicably exploded open.

A fleshy green mass rolled out from the third sack, given by Finn, the Necromancer, also known as the three-armed man Claude,

its surface furrowed and ridged, resembling a face strikingly similar to Claude's.

No, it was Claude.

A bolt of realization struck through Hoenhem's mind,

Necromancers excelled at blurring the line between life and death; Claude placed a part of himself, or rather, a clone, in the third sack,

carried by players from the Underground Palace all the way into the Sacred Mountain trial.

In fleshy mass form, Claude, his expression ferocious, faced the Willow Leaf Flying Knife, slowly opened his mouth, and let out a silent scream—

a high-grade necromantic spell, the Howl of the Demoness.