The Point-Line Demonic Eye, yet he couldn't fathom the principle behind this skill's activation. It was much like Chu Xuan's power of belief—a skill explained through science. In truth, ever since Zero Point exchanged for this ability and tested its overwhelming might, he had dedicated countless hours to practicing it within the "Main God" Space. Since full body restoration was possible anytime in that space, it only deepened his proficiency. It was precisely this mastery that allowed him to save Zheng Zha at that critical, hair-thin moment during the Battle of the Rings; beyond the shared obsession of fighting side-by-side, his diligent efforts constituted a massive factor.

From Zero Point's perspective at this very moment, the colossal mecha was constructed entirely of points and lines. The points were too few and too small, appearing almost like distant stars on a moonless night, flickering across the giant robot's entire frame. Not only were their positions constantly shifting, but their brightness and size varied incessantly, making precise aiming impossible. Thus, he was forced, as in previous encounters, to target the continuously moving lines with his Gauss sniper rifle.

The lines crisscrossing the mecha were also in motion, though unlike the points, they didn't flash in and out of existence, allowing Zero Point’s skill to still track their presence. He aimed meticulously, calculating the line's trajectory, and fired with a resounding bang.

On the other side, when Zhang Heng heard Zero Point’s shout, his eyes instantly clouded over. He then slung the Silver Metal Bow across his back, yanked a thin tether near the small airship basket mechanism with one hand, and leaped up. With no one controlling the Green Goblin Glider, Zhang Heng's pull caused it to tilt sharply sideways, just as Zero Point dropped downwards. Utilizing its electro-propulsion system, the Glider was seconds away from smashing into the ground.

Zhang Heng took a deep breath, pulling on the line connecting the small airship basket to the Glider, soaring upward. Zhang Heng's physical conditioning was already excellent, and apart from the influence of his personality, his actual strength was formidable; his Genetic Lock state was even superior to Zero Point's. Regardless of the Glider's immense speed or its aggressive tilt, he grasped the edge of the craft with one hand within a second, pushed off forcefully, and vaulted himself onto the Glider's surface.

By the time Zero Point’s Gauss sniper rifle roared, he was less than twenty meters above the ground, with three robots leaping up, hands outstretched to snatch him. The actions in that instant seemed to stretch into slow motion. If those robots managed to secure a firm grip on Zero Point, even his rumored adamantine body would spell his doom. Just as he was three or four meters from their grasp, a flash of electrical energy erupted, and he was swiftly pulled into the small airship basket by Wang Xia and Bawang.

At the massive robot’s shoulder, near an almost insignificant small weapon port, a half-meter-diameter pit materialized. Logically, this small crater should have been utterly inconsequential to the thousand-meter giant—both in terms of strategic importance and physical damage. The injury, if likened to a human experience, was comparable to a fingernail tearing off: painful, but completely non-critical.

Yet, this minuscule hole caused the giant robot’s entire motion to halt. Slowly, shattering and disintegration began spreading outward from that aperture. It wasn't confined to the hole; the rest of the robot’s structure also started to break down. The steel behemoth disintegrated into fine powder, yet without the expected internal energy surge causing an explosion, it simply dissolved into dust within a few breaths, slowly mingling with the fallout radiation until it vanished completely.

The moment Zero Point was back in the airship basket, he completely blacked out. This shot was unlike his training sessions in the "Main God" Space; it was a full-spectrum attack demanding the complete concentration of his body and soul. The intense focus drained him entirely, leaving no residual energy to remain conscious, so the instant the blow was delivered, he plunged into unconsciousness.

Zhang Heng piloted the Green Goblin Glider in a wide arc mid-air, then engaged the electro-propulsion system, diving straight toward the ground where Zhao Yingkong lay, her thigh utterly pulverized. She possessed no strength left for defense; a single robot crushing her would reduce her to fragments. Zhang Heng was pushing the limits of time, determined to rescue Zhao Yingkong with the Glider's supreme speed, just as he had saved Zero Point!

“...Wait, get away from me, don't stand in front of me...”

Zhao Yingkong’s voice suddenly resonated in Zhang Heng’s consciousness—the function of the Mind Chain. When the giant mecha had stomped down, it had crushed Zhao Yingkong’s thigh while simultaneously eliminating the robots behind her. Now, only the machine directly before her was advancing, but strangely, while her face showed pain, her expression was dominated by a calm stillness, devoid of the sense of imminent death. Then, she gripped the Sword of Vows and Promises and began to move, her hands accelerating to a speed invisible to the naked eye.

“Shining Vacuum Wave… Sword of Vows and Promises! EXCALIBUR!”

The effect of the Sword of Vows and Promises, much like Zhang Heng's Silver Metal Bow, allowed it to convert energy stones into offensive power, provided they were inserted into the hilt beforehand. This was a quirk Zhao Yingkong discovered incidentally after the Battle of the Rings, requiring a full five energy stones for use. When activated, using her consciousness as the guide, she could launch the stored energy as a searing laser beam—truly an unparalleled force.

The technique for the Shining Vacuum Wave involved moving her hands at extreme velocity to generate damaging ripples. If, simultaneously with launching the laser beam... she were to move the entire sword at top speed then...

A curtain of light materialized before Zhao Yingkong, a semi-circular barrier centered on her, radiating directly in front of her. The barrier then spread outward with incredible speed, oscillating in wave patterns. The first dozen or so robots caught in its path dissolved into dust without a sound, immediately followed by violent explosions. The shockwaves from the blast, coupled with the light barrier’s oscillations, propelled the wave forward with even more terrifying power, diminishing only hundreds of meters away.

Zhang Heng and the others watched, utterly stunned. The sheer force of this single move was terrifying! It annihilated nearly all the robots in one strike. Those remaining were mostly battered wrecks. Only two robots equipped with Phase-Shift Armor remained intact, though their armor now appeared dull and lackluster, far from their previous vibrant sheen.

Wang Xia and Bawang exchanged glances, simultaneously activating their respective weapons against the two Phase-Shift Armor units. Under a barrage of rapid-fire cannon blasts, these two robots couldn't advance an inch toward Zhao Yingkong. Instead, they were driven backward repeatedly. It was clear they had suffered severe damage from the shockwave; otherwise, they would have charged through the gunfire by now, not retreated in such disarray. But escape was not an option for them. A winged bomb carrying a plasma grenade flew toward the side of one robot. A bolt of blue electricity flashed, and the machine was completely engulfed in plasma. The chest of the other robot was pierced by an arrow, instantly punching a half-meter-wide hole through it, causing it to explode immediately thereafter...

“That was agonizingly hard... This Transformers world. I thought it would be smooth sailing, but who knew it would be this terrifying? Even though Chu Xuan managed to neutralize most of the mechs, we still faced such close calls. We lost a person, and the AllSpark too...”

Xiao Honglü squatted on the ground, looking regretfully at the shattered pieces of the AllSpark lying on the earth. When the giant mech had stomped down, the AllSpark had unfortunately been directly under its foot. Judging by the original film’s plot, this artifact was supposed to possess infinite energy—a characteristic that signified its value, making it more useful than any other plot item!

“In this horror movie world, there were no side quests. Killing that giant mecha yielded no extra side quest or reward points. The same applied to killing so many robots, or launching the hydrogen bombs, or tricking them into giving up the password... According to the ‘Main God’s’ patterns, the harder the difficulty, the higher the reward. This phenomenon makes no sense, unless this horror world offered something far greater than mere reward points and side quests... The AllSpark.” Xiao Honglü sighed repeatedly, fiddling with the fragments in his hand, from which nothing of note could be discerned.

Although the AllSpark was crushed into pieces, it neither exploded nor underwent any dramatic change; it simply broke apart like an ordinary iron cube yielding to force.

Regardless, it had once been the AllSpark. Xiao Honglü and the others silently began collecting the shards. Cheng Xiao, meanwhile, was busy with an expression of painful ecstasy, constantly plunging golden needles into Zhao Yingkong’s acupoints, including those near her groin. He then took out surgical tools to seal the blood vessels in her thigh. Once finished, he threw his head back and roared, “Damn it! I finally get to personally touch the beautiful legs of a timeless beauty, but... but... who gets sexually aroused looking at legs that have been turned into meat paste? If I look any longer, I think I’ll ** myself...”

Before Cheng Xiao’s words faded, a sharp gust of wind sliced upward toward his groin. Terrified, the man scrambled backward, narrowly dodging the attack. His trousers were slashed open, and the force of the wind also cut his lower regions. Though the wound was minor, the blood flow and the sensitive location caused the man to howl in agony.

Zhao Yingkong, having missed her intended strike, didn't bother with him further. She lay silently on the ground, looking up at the sky, which was hazy with falling radiation dust.

“...This is the basic situation. The difficulty of this horror movie exceeded my initial projections; that’s my fault, otherwise, we wouldn't have attacked with only four hydrogen bombs. The second point is that due to the increased difficulty and the complete lack of kill or mission rewards, I am forced to believe one thing: the value of the AllSpark must exceed our imagination. That item must be a plot device capable of significantly boosting the entire team’s strength...”

“...As for the future fate of our Central Team, regrettably, we are in an extremely perilous situation. The first danger lies in our evaluation from the ‘Main God.’ Because in the previous film, only our Central Team had no fatalities among the veterans, and we completed numerous side quests while suppressing other teams, the ‘Main God’s’ assessment of us must have reached an outrageous level. This exaggerated score will keep accumulating as long as our team suffers no deaths. Thus, this Transformers scenario is likely just the beginning. Unfortunately, the situation might revert to when Zhang Jie was still here—the Central Team will be forced to cycle through life-threatening horror worlds continuously. That is the first danger...”

“...The second danger is that because our evaluation is so high, we might experience fewer horror movie worlds than other teams. That might sound good, but during team battles, we will face extraordinarily powerful factions, such as the Celestial Gods, or... the Demons. Therefore, the current state of the Central Team is like standing on the rim of a volcano, one spark away from collapse. That is the best description.”

Deep underground, Zheng Zha finished dispatching the last robot and lifted the restriction on the Doushuai Eight Trigrams Furnace. Inside, he found Chu Xuan, near death—not from wounds, but from extreme old age. He looked eighty or ninety, his hair completely white, his skin riddled with wrinkles; he was close to his natural end.

“So, what do we do now?” Zheng Zha mumbled, lying flat on the ground. “By the way, are you alright? Can you hold on until we return?”

Chu Xuan replied calmly, “My lifespan is sufficient until we return. At least my situation is better than yours... We have no path of retreat; we can only grow stronger continuously. The difficulties the ‘Main God’ can manufacture have a limit. For instance, if you had achieved Fifth-Tier strength this time, even a hydrogen bomb blast might not harm you. Thus, we have no alternative but to keep getting stronger... Only that way can we continue to live.”

“Is that so?”

Zheng Zha quietly glanced at his own body, which was beginning to break down and decay from the most fundamental genetic level. If this continued, soon he would degenerate into a puddle of pus and blood.

“...Let’s all live, let’s all live together...”