Boom—
The collision of energies in the air stirred up another violent blast of wind, this time more intense than ever before, utterly annihilating the entire small town, leaving not even a broken wall or rubble behind.
The Priest helped Jeanna up, using this force to swiftly depart from the battleground.
The church illusion shielded them from the energy impact.
A small portion of the uncollected curse struck them with precise aim across space, manifesting in reality upon their bodies.
The Priest used his abilities one by one to dispel them.
He held a spatial artifact in his hand, calculating the distance.
Not too far, just a little more waiting...
The Priest was unsure whether he and Jeanna had been infected, so he kept the spatial artifact in hand just in case.
Qi Yun had nearly perished in the Shen City incident, and these SS-level ability users could no longer afford to overlook spatial artifacts capable of transcending space.
They wished to leave, but the monster did not wish to let them go so easily.
Its hatred was firmly locked onto them, seemingly unaware of the two lurking in the shadows.
The massive spherical monster hovered in the air, closely trailing them, its shadow enveloping the two.
Sensing their dire straits, the monster did not launch a second powerful attack, but instead fired off a series of small spheres.
The cursed energy spheres rained down like a hail of high-velocity ice pellets, leaving trails in the air.
The Priest, supporting Jeanna, was completely unable to evade the wide-ranging assault and could only unfurl his domain to protect them.
"Boom boom—"
The energy spheres collided with the domain, emitting an unending roar of explosions.
This assault appeared formidable but had little effect.
The Priest keenly sensed that the angel Jeanna had mustered with all her might did not fail to damage it.
It was now in a state of energy recovery, only pursuing them tenaciously because it did not wish to let them leave.
Drawing this conclusion, the Priest felt much relieved.
It seemed the monster's great power had addled its mind, causing it to lose rationality and neglect the consequences of a failed strike whenever it encountered prey it could not immediately dispose of.
He had thought such a grand offensive could be unleashed at least twice.
If so, they need not hurry to escape.
If they could not defeat even such a weakened monster, Bit Buddha and Bill Country would land on Britain's blacklist.
This performance was too blatant.
The Priest readjusted his supporting posture and headed outward during the lull in the attack.
The monster indeed followed.
He feigned being on the verge of collapse.
As expected, the monster eagerly launched an attack.
This attack was stronger than the previous, but its intensity was limited, only slightly greater.
Two probing attempts yielded the same results, which should have reassured them.
If he did not act, the monster would soon recover.
With this in mind, the Priest faced the monster and launched an attack, putting on a display of a last-ditch effort.
"I shall forgive you..."
The Priest drew the monster's attention, focusing its remaining spheres on deflecting his attack.
With all the spheres drawn away, its massive body became a giant target.
By the time it noticed the attack from behind, it had already been viciously slashed on its surface.
"Clang—"
The blade collided with its hard body, striking sparks on its surface but failing to cut in.
The Armored Man gripped the hilt with both hands, hacking downward with force.
"Aaargh—"
His eyes were blood-red, his expression twisted and manic.
Red-black raging energy coated his entire body and the great sword.
The raging energy on the blade took effect, corroding the monster's surface.
"Crack—"
A crisp sound rang out as a hairline fracture appeared on the sphere's surface, black-purple mist seeping out.
The monster let out a howl, its anguish evident in its voice.
It finally reacted, retaliating.
The spheres reversed direction, plunging towards the Armored Man, the curse energy within them continuously swelling and contracting, brewing an explosion.
Undeterred by the monster's warning, the Armored Man did not release the sword's hilt. He wedged the blade into the fracture, adjusting his stance to steady himself, then hacked again.
The near-person-tall great sword, coated in raging energy, slashed the giant sphere with an irresistible force, trailing wind.
The already fractured spherical surface was struck again, emitting a cracking, shattering sound.
Simultaneously, the Armored Man opened his domain, which contained only red-black raging energy.
Countless red-black raging energy particles moved erratically, igniting a succession of energy collisions within the domain.
The spheres entering the raging domain were detonated and engulfed by the raging energy, vanishing instantly.
The raging domain stripped the Armored Man of his last shred of rationality, and he swung the great sword in relentless attacks on the monster.
The monster, gouged with a gap, continuously emitted black-purple mist as its body fell.
The Armored Man gripped the gap with his hand, his palm pierced by fragments, fresh blood dripping down.
During the descent, the Armored Man continued inflicting new wounds, the gap growing larger and larger.
Events unfolded too swiftly. Before Johnson could react to the Armored Man's unsportsmanlike preemptive strike, the monster, in its greed and rage, had lost all rationality, leaving itself completely unguarded and sustaining severe injury from the Armored Man.
Of the four present, only Johnson had not participated in the battle. If he did not act now, he would have no stake in this.
The monster plummeted from the heights, crashing heavily around the Priest.
The ground was smashed into a massive crater, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The Priest raised his hand to block the windblown sand, peering into the crater.
The giant sphere had been gouged apart, a dense black-purple mist billowing from the fissure...
Johnson finally arrived and immediately attacked the spherical body.
However, as he approached, the Armored Man's great sword pointed at Johnson.
Just as Johnson suspected the Armored Man of wanting to hog the credit, he saw his blood-red eyes and crazed expression.
He cursed under his breath, "Fuck."
Remembering the Armored Man's ability was rage, he realized he had entered a raging state.
Once in a raging state, he would attack anyone approaching.
Evidently, to land a killing blow, he had maxed out his rage level.
Johnson had no intention of tangling with an irrational person, even if he wanted to claim some credit.
They could only wait for the Armored Man to expend some of his raging energy before regaining rationality, then assist.
The Priest and Jeanna could use this time to recover their strength. Once the monster was slain, they would have to swiftly destroy its domain to prevent its revival.
The giant sphere had drawn their attention, and they failed to notice the lingering black-purple mist.
Or perhaps they had noticed but paid it no heed, as this was the environment when they had entered.
It was not until the giant sphere uttered a word that their faces paled, sensing the curse energy that had insidiously seeped into their bodies.
"Curse..."
The dense black-purple mist permeated their bodies, and with the curse activated, a massive influx of curse energy instantly overwhelmed the ability shields they had just mustered.
The life force within them rapidly drained, while a vast quantity of curse energy flooded their bodies, suppressing their abilities.
They could not use their abilities to extract the curse from themselves.

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!