The Martial Saint fell, the Mental Imagery shattered, the vast amount of Spiritual Qi and Thought Ability spilled out, stirring the heavens and earth, causing a torrential downpour within the Taixi Grotto Heaven.

The raindrops were a shade of crimson, and within the hazy rain curtain, countless laments faintly echoed, as if numerous tragic and mournful human epics were narrating their tales.

"Tristan... just died like that..."

Karelin and Andre couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow.

Especially Karelin, who had fought with Tristan all his life, both forming a blood feud, fighting to the death.

Yet now, witnessing his mortal enemy being killed like a stray dog by the roadside, this incident left a profound psychological impact on Karelin.

"He was too weak..."

Ye Qingzhou’s eyes were calm as still water, as if instantly killing a Martial Saint was no remarkable achievement for him: "Borrowing the power of a Mythical Life from history is indeed formidable, but his own body is too fragile. Such a Martial Saint has too obvious a weakness."

In fairness, the Poetry Knight Tristan had extraordinarily powerful abilities; if placed at the rear, summoning strong Mythical Lives or mighty Divine Artifacts from the river of history, and perfectly utilizing his Mental Imagery traits, his strategic and tactical value was unmatched by ordinary Martial Saints.

Unfortunately, in close combat, life and death hang by a thread.

Despite Tristan’s extraordinary Divine Techniques, facing Ye Qingzhou’s deadly sword, he could do nothing but drink bitter defeat.

With Tristan’s death, the characteristics of the Mental Imagery ’Mythical Epic’ ceased to exist, and the summoned shadow of Jormungandr dissipated in the wind like foam, as if it had never existed.

Looking at Tristan’s corpse, Vermilion Bird frowned deeply, his tone sharp: "The Western Pole Kingdom actually dared to make a move against us?"

Gu Minghui pondered, thoughtfully: "It seems that during the last exploration, the Celestial Sword Bureau must have obtained some incredible treasure in the area where the Fusang Divine Tree is located, hence their absolute confidence in their strength."

"They are here."

Ye Qingzhou turned to look southward, his Sword Intent beginning to brew.

"What’s here?"

Vermilion Bird had just asked when he immediately sensed the special Primordial Qi oscillations from the south, surprisingly amazed at Ye Qingzhou’s cultivation.

Relying on the characteristics of the Vermilion Bird Armor, he gained the special sensing against Primordial Qi, yet Ye Qingzhou, without any external aid, could sense beyond what even he could?

Buzz~

The howl of the wind had not yet arrived, yet the mental ripple already made everyone feel the impending crisis.

Rumble~

A jet-black armor crossed the sky, where it passed, the bright sky instantly became shrouded in darkness, amidst the thunder and lightning, ominous vibes filled the world.

"Hmm?"

Inside the Godslayer Armor, David glanced at Tristan’s corpse on the ground, his expression instantly as cold as ice: "Did you kill him?"

Enveloped in a layer of pitch-black flesh, even his face was covered in black-rooted tendrils, a constant pull of madness and brutality tugging at David’s mind and will, attempting to drag him into the abyss of humanity.

"You all... must die!"

The ferocious black iron fist suddenly swung down, the metal arm armor covered in bone spurs violently scraping against the air, striking the ground at eighty times the speed of sound.

The rampant electromagnetic force leaped and transmitted between cells, no martial technique, no form, driven by pure brute force, David delivered a blow comparable to an atomic bomb explosion.

The power equivalent to a three million tonne TNT explosion!

As the fist touched the ground, high temperatures and pressure crystallized the surface rocks, and the horrifying shockwaves swept in all directions, sending Gu Minghui and the others flying, tumbling like gourds.

In the intense explosion, an orange-red mushroom cloud rose skyward, and in the surging flames, Ye Qingzhou stood proudly, unwavering, amidst the earth.

"The Martial God’s Strike, certainly earth-shattering, but alas, this is not your power."

Ye Qingzhou casually commented, paying no regard to the enemy before him.

"You! Courting death!"

The Electromagnetic Tyrant David once again mobilized the electromagnetic force within his body, injecting the terrifying power into his right fist, while fully amplifying it through the Godslayer Armor.

Rumble~

Yet another strike as terrifying as a cosmic collision, its power reached the explosive force of four million tonnes of TNT, as if igniting a nuclear bomb right before Ye Qingzhou.

"Retreat quickly!"

Ye Qingzhou’s expressions remained indifferent, while Gu Minghui and the others around him were eyeing in horrified fright, retreating dozens of miles to avoid the aftermath of the battle between the two.

Clang~

The Creation Sword cleaved Chaos, dividing Yin and Yang, with a single strike, it shattered the opponent’s Fist Force head-on, breaking apart the armor of the Godslayer.

Clatter~

The armor shattered, and immediately a more brutal and insane will began to assault David’s mind, nearly throwing him into total madness and chaos, his sanity plummeting.

Simultaneously, uninhibited, his right arm sprouted numerous pitch-black tentacles, directly piercing through David’s skin like blades, boring into his flesh, the excruciating pain caused David to roar uncontrollably.

Undoubtedly, this was the price to pay for forcibly wielding the Godslayer.

"David! Hold onto your sanity!"

In David’s mind, the shout of Dr. X Eriksen emerged: "Otherwise, you will be devoured by the Godslayer’s will, turning you into a puppet!"