At this moment in JFK Airport, New York, a massive passenger jet roared down the runway. As the gentle voice of a flight attendant sounded, the passengers filed out, and Carlos, the ponytail man previously seen at the Vatican, ambled down the stairs, chewing gum languidly.

Beside him, a woman clad in a black cassock suddenly looked up, astonishment in her voice: "What a powerful spiritual fluctuation! It’s almost tangible! This already reaches the strength of a Fourth Tier Refiner."

Carlos frowned instantly: "How could such a thing happen? Should we call the Chief for assistance? But how can he step away right now? Taki, can you confirm this?"

Taki immediately clutched the small crucifix at her chest. This action revealed the deep valley between her snowy breasts, an astonishing and eye-catching sight. Her crucifix was highly bizarre; a typical cross bears the image of the crucified Christ, but hers depicted a giant serpentine skeleton coiled around it, twisting and winding. Within its inherent evil resided an inviolable majesty! The great serpent was composed of seven skeletal segments, symbolizing the Seven Deadly Sins of humanity. This Taki seemed to share a deep, intricate connection with the immensely powerful Cardinal they had encountered before.

Through the gaps between Taki's fingers gripping the crucifix, a speck of blood-red light began to leak out. Her eyes grew clouded, and she whispered a nightmare-like murmur: "Twins, Curse of Vengeance, Soul Bind... Earthlings, so that's how it is!"

Carlos pressed immediately: "What's going on?"

Taki offered a charming smile: "It’s two Awakened twin brothers using the S-skill 'Curse of Vengeance' to suppress a Stalker. However, there is a fierce spiritual conflict erupting between them right now, which is why the resulting aura has reached Fourth Tier levels."

Carlos exclaimed: "A single Stalker requiring two Awakened twin brothers to suppress! This person's potential is terrifying."

Standing beside Carlos was another man, dressed in camouflage. The exposed skin and bone were black and densely tough, as if cast in steel and chiseled from iron; one felt that even striking him with a hammer would result in the striker's hand being injured instead. This man suddenly grinned with a savage toothy smile: "Doesn't this just mean our spoils from eliminating him will be even richer?"

"Hahaha." Carlos burst into laughter: "Well said, Razor! How many surprises will the bountiful Big Apple hold for us? We need to hurry. Hey, Taki. How far is their battlefield from here?"

Taki replied instantly: "Three kilometers in a straight line."

Carlos snapped his fingers: "Three minutes. Three minutes to get there is more than enough. We are going to eat meat! Of course, we have to drink all the soup too, otherwise how can we be worthy of being Brother Loki’s associates?"

The three moved forward simultaneously. They weaved through the bustling crowds with astonishing speed that was nonetheless inconspicuous. Many people only felt the weight of the bag in their hands increase, or a shoulder tapped, before a gust of wind seemed to sweep past. But upon closer inspection, there was nothing to discern. Moving through the throng like fish navigating gaps, these three traversed the distance to a secluded area of the airport in less than thirty seconds. This location was less than thirty meters from the airport's perimeter. These three had truly disregarded the guards and all obstacles, heading directly along a straight line toward the region where the fight was raging!

However, the trio suddenly stopped dead. Because a person emerged from a nearby building.

This individual wore the plain uniform of ground staff and possessed an utterly ordinary appearance, save for slightly thin lips. Yet, his entire bearing radiated an indescribable sharpness, evoking the metallic certainty of the T-1000 from Terminator 2. It was the appearance of this man that caused Carlos and his two companions to simultaneously feel as if an impenetrable, hard wall stood before them, preventing any further advance. They even had an ominous premonition: if they charged headlong into it, their heads would be bleeding in the next second!

"You will leave New York," this person stated, word by word, clearly and definitively, with the profound weight of delivering a final testament. "The Master knows you belong to Loki’s faction, so today I spare your lives. Otherwise, this spot would be your grave."

Razor lifted his chin and spat out a piece of gum with clear impatience: "Who are you? And who is your damned Master?"

Upon hearing the phrase "damned Master," the person’s right hand suddenly clenched tight, veins visibly popping over his knuckles. In that instant, the separate house behind him suddenly collapsed with a deafening boom. The manner of its collapse was extremely strange and unique, as if seven or eight invisible giant axes had materialized out of thin air and brutally cleaved the structure!

"Be careful!" Taki suddenly shrieked.

As the cry left her lips, she realized the man's shadow was slowly rippling and dissolving in the air. Immediately afterward, his physical form had appeared with uncanny strangeness to Razor’s right side. In his left palm, a blood-red glow that made the heart tremble was rising! The light resembled a waxing crescent moon, or a reflection drifting on a clear surface of water, or the phantom outline of mountains veiled in cloud—its true form was difficult to perceive. While the sight of it felt incredibly sharp and untouchable, the heart inexplicably felt a strange warmth, like huddling near a hearth on a cold night, inducing an irresistible urge to approach.

Razor, having been brought along by Carlos, possessed top-tier skills himself. He omitted even the motion of turning around and immediately brought his arm up in a block! His weapon was concealed directly within his sleeve. With a sharp clang, it seemed to deflect the enemy's attack, but then the sleeve instantly exploded into fragments, scattering like butterflies to reveal a long, keen dagger, which he instantly reversed to stab at the enemy before him.

But the man did not dodge or retreat, allowing Razor’s weapon to plunge into his abdomen. He flipped his wrist, and instantly, that heart-shaking blood-red light reappeared!! This time, everyone present felt as if they were plunged into the black expanse of outer space. The blood-red light zipped and traced patterns within it, forming indescribable afterimages of crimson threads. The hallucination vanished in an instant. Razor grunted, and his left arm was abruptly severed at the wrist! Frankly, having bodies digitized within the Nightmare Space meant that losing limbs was a common occurrence, always restored upon returning to the space, and softened by reduced pain perception, so it didn't feel particularly severe. However, after his left hand was severed, Razor let out a piercing shriek! The sound contained a trace of suppressed trembling. He rolled to his feet, his face ashen, clutching his spurting, severed wrist. His entire body shook uncontrollably, his expression as if he had seen a ghost: "Apophis!! That weapon of his, it's the Demonic Sword Apophis!"

As mentioned before, Blood Gear was divided into loose components and standardized Blood Gear. Fang Senyan had previously acquired the Blood Major General's armor, so by normal deduction, one would expect the existence of standardized Blood Weapons! Apophis was the most notoriously infamous among the standardized Blood Weapons! Normally, standardized Blood Weapons were not stocked items; only schematics existed, which required individuals of a certain rank to purchase. The owner would then have to collect various rare materials to forge and synthesize it. Strictly speaking, the complete name of the schematic for synthesizing Apophis was the Blood Lieutenant General's Saber. Then, if one collected all the required materials listed on the schematic, the weapon forged would indeed be the Blood Lieutenant General's Saber. Therefore, if one paid close attention, they would notice that after every set of collected materials on the schematic, there was a tiny, insidious percentage figure, hidden more deeply than the fine print on most advertisements that reads, "This advertisement is subject to the final interpretation of this store!" According to the schematic's original requirements, after painstakingly collecting all the materials with grueling effort, the percentage following the materials was only 33%... and then... you understand the rest, right? To turn that 33% into MAX would require about five times the materials needed for a normal synthesis. Then... after synthesis, there was a 40% chance of mutation, yielding this incomparably ferocious weapon! This weapon, whose usage requirements had been significantly lowered... The Demonic Sword, Apophis!! The most terrifying signature ability of this weapon, which Razor had personally experienced, was Annihilation!! The description of Annihilation is as follows: Weapons possessing this ability, after inflicting damage on an enemy, have a certain probability of triggering the Annihilation effect. The power of Annihilation attaches itself to the enemy's wound, at which point the enemy is considered un-digitized. All Nightmare Space medicine becomes utterly ineffective. The resulting wound can only be healed by conventional medical means, restoring at the normal human rate of recovery! Once this weapon inflicts effects such as maiming or dismemberment, the Annihilation effect is guaranteed to be triggered! The inflicted injury cannot be healed by the Space or any medicine until the power of Annihilation dissipates from the wound. The duration of the Annihilation power lasts at least one world, up to a maximum of five worlds. When the Annihilation power is dispelled, the afflicted person will have 1 to 10 base attribute points randomly deducted. When the Annihilation power manifests, it will consume one base attribute point or two Merit Points from the wielder. The wielder can choose not to pay to suppress the manifestation of the Annihilation power. The holder of Apophis possesses the ability to dispel the Annihilation power.

Although Carlos and his group were considered Contractors with considerable experience, the Demonic Sword Apophis was merely a legend to them. Now that the legend suddenly appeared before their eyes, their reaction was not fear... but greed! Because the feeling they got from the person holding the Demonic Sword Apophis was not one of overwhelming power; he felt, at best, like an Awakened. The pressure they felt when this person first appeared clearly stemmed from the weapon Apophis itself, and absolutely not from the individual! There is a saying: An innocent man is guilty only because he possesses a treasure. This person’s original intention was to intimidate them with the Demonic Sword Apophis, but he had underestimated the greed and ambition of Carlos's group. Moreover, their team leader, Loki, was never one to be easily scared off! If the mastermind behind the scenes were directing the overall situation, such a mistake would certainly not have been made. However, that "Master" held an unprecedented level of regard for Fang Senyan because Fang Senyan had effectively defeated him once in the Terminator world, so he was not distracted by this battlefield. Unexpectedly, this accident occurred. Upon seeing Apophis, the Carlos trio not only failed to retreat in fear but immediately exchanged glances and launched a frenzied attack on the mysterious man before them!

Meanwhile, the battle on the opposing front remained a stalemate. Despite the Ace Team being at an extreme disadvantage, they displayed a resilience unlike any before! They gave the impression that as long as Fang Senyan was on the field, even if he didn't fight or speak, merely acting as a good luck charm, it could spiritually fortify his teammates significantly. They all seemed to firmly believe one thing: as long as the team leader was by their side, hope remained! Suddenly, Reef, who was like a trapped beast in a cage, abruptly lifted his head. His bloodshot eyes seized the moment, and with a surge, he used 'Decisive' to shake off the enemy clinging to him, then charged toward the perilously positioned Mogansha. This was his fourth attempt to use this ability, but the previous three had all failed, interrupted by the enemy’s precise footwork. This time, he was certain he could reach his teammate and shield him from the incoming blow!! However, a massive force came from an oblique angle, a power brimming with indescribable explosive force—it was the Air Cannon blast unleashed by Shari after taking a deep breath! It slammed into Reef's head, sending him flying. Then, the iron hook swinging across from Stade ruthlessly gouged upward, not only ripping a horrific, gruesome wound across Reef's face, exposing torn flesh, but actually tearing out Reef's right eye, leaving a bloody socket! "Idiot! Every move you make is within my grasp!!" Reef crashed face-down onto the ground. The intense pain and the massive blow to his head caused him to instantly lose consciousness. In his hazy darkness, even in the void, he felt overwhelming agony and despair surge within him. A feeling of decadent resignation involuntarily welled up from the depths of his heart... In truth, Reef had always been psychologically fragile; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so demoralized by setbacks in the Stalker trials that he almost lost the will to fight. "Is... is this it? Sailor, I... I have no way out. It’s up to you, you bastard, next." "W-what is that???" In his daze, a vast plain suddenly opened before Reef's eyes: a sunset blood-red and desolate, and the terrifying, surging tide of the Zerg swarm... "That day, I suppose I despaired just like this, bleeding and crying in the dirt and dust, feeling dejected from being abandoned... but I still survived, still escaped that desperate situation... It's exhausting." At this moment, tears suddenly streamed from Reef's eyes, Blood-tears mixed with underground dust!! In his mind, an image of a hand suddenly appeared, That very hand that gave him hope, The hand that pulled him back to the living world!!! When I was despairing, when my heart had died, someone reached out and pulled me back! Then, then, why can't I possess such a hand to save others?? Why... why? "WHY!!!" These three words suddenly erupted in a frantic roar from Reef, who was flattened on the ground. The sound was deafening. At this moment, everyone seemed to clearly hear a sound of something shattering from the surface of his body, as if a shell that had long constrained Reef... had cracked open. In the next second, Reef was seen rising from the dust once more. A profound, earth-shattering change seemed to be occurring within Reef’s body. Immense power surged into the equipment covering his body; even his Dark Gold Shield groaned under the pressure, seemingly bearing an immense load. Fortunately, that pressure seemed to dissipate instantly. Reef stood rooted to the spot like a solid, massive mountain. He thought again of that hand, the firm palm Mogansha had extended to save him from death! Then, Reef let out a "heart-rending" roar that repelled the surrounding enemies, and he, too, extended his right hand! Instantly, around Reef’s right palm, a vividly clear illusion materialized: a broad, thick giant palm clad in the golden armor of a Paladin. Targeting the empty space in the air, the two, Mogansha and Three, who were trapped in fierce combat and surrounded, were bizarrely shot forward in a parabolic arc, as if the illusory giant palm was transmitting endless suction, drawing them in! Then, that giant palm began to fade in the air, dissolving into specks of golden powder that merged into the bodies of Three and Mogansha, astonishingly healing their life forces!! Simultaneously, the light emanating from Reef's Nightmare Mark flared brilliantly. The shape of the Mark itself transformed from a common shield form into an exquisite Crux Shield, incredibly lifelike... "Damn it..." KD in the distance gritted his teeth: "This kind of thing actually happens?? Breaking through to Awakened status in the middle of a battle, that’s hitting the jackpot! And just as the legends say. Those who break through on the battlefield directly comprehend an Awakening Skill! And the one breaking through is an MT! This instantly mends the formation." Purzibila also ground his teeth: "These guys have astonishingly thick health pools; I wonder how many times their gear has been enhanced. If I took as many hits as that Golden AK, I'd have died two or three times already, even with Honor Potions!" "A breakthrough to Awakened status on the battlefield requires having vastly exceeded the minimum requirements for all basic attributes; they just lacked that final push of realization. How deep has this Reef MT's accumulation been?" KD couldn't help but continue to vent. He didn't know that Reef had lingered in the Contractor stage for too long, only barely passing the trial in his final attempt, resulting in a delayed but powerful breakthrough. Even after becoming a Stalker, his foundation was solid. If the focus for a Contractor awakening into a Stalker was basic attributes, then the key hardware requirement for a Stalker evolving into an Awakened was equipment! Because the evolution from Stalker to Awakened is the process of defining one's path; the Stalker stage is akin to rough, forged steel embryo, while the Awakened stage is the process of refining and shaping that embryo. In this refining process, impurities are purged from the body, similar to quenching steel, creating immense internal impact. If the equipment quality is poor and lacks sufficient defense and survivability, it's highly likely the individual will perish under this violent, raging impact. This is the Awakened trial, which is indeed much easier than the Stalker trial, but many Stalkers with substandard equipment turn to ash from failing to withstand this violent surge. Coincidentally, Reef's equipment was his strength. He possessed a Dark Gold Shield that many top-tier Awakened individuals lacked, and even the silver-grade unique-story-item claw he wielded was an object of envy for countless others. Therefore, his awakening process was naturally without incident.

At this time, Reef was the busiest man alive. He was simultaneously dealing with the enemy's fierce assault while making time to observe a series of notifications appearing in his Nightmare Mark: "Congratulations, you have successfully passed the trial and become an Awakened." "Your Awakening Evolution Path: Defense-oriented." "Your Awakened Reward: For every 90 points of maximum Health you gain, your core body will receive an additional 1 point of Defense." (PS: Reef currently has approximately 2700 Max HP, so he gains an extra 30 points of Defense from this attribute alone. Reef's Dark Gold Shield has only a base Defense of +20 points; this bonus is almost equivalent to equipping an extra shield compared to other MTs!) "You have acquired the Awakening Skill: Sacred Grasp."

"Instantly summoning the Hand of God, its divine power draws up to two targets within a forty-meter radius directly to the caster. Subsequently, the Hand of God shatters, and its Holy Afterglow restores 15% to 20% of the gripped allies' health while removing any negative status effects."

"Divine Grasp can also be used offensively, utilizing divine power to pull a single enemy within forty meters to the caster's side. Upon landing, the enemy is stunned for one second. The Holy Afterglow generated upon the Hand of God’s shattering inflicts 100 + (Caster's Stamina X 2) Holy damage upon the enemy, and causes them to take an additional 300 total Holy damage over the subsequent five seconds."

"Awakening Skill cooldown is thirty seconds: it must be cast by consuming one's own vitality. Occasional use will not affect lifespan, but please refrain from overuse, as methods and medicines to replenish vitality are exceedingly rare."

"Because you are awakening on the battlefield, your innate aura has already been generated and does not require drawing forth."

"You have gained: Aura of Divine Grace, one hundred-meter radius. Allies entering your aura gain an additional bonus of 400 health or 15% of their maximum health (whichever is higher), effective immediately. Activating the Aura of Divine Grace will continuously consume Universal Points."

"Advanced Effect of Aura of Divine Grace: Protection (Unawakened): You can instantly designate a single target, channeling the full power of the Aura of Divine Grace onto them, instantly doubling their health or adding 1500 health (whichever is higher). Duration is three seconds."

"After the duration passes, if the health bonus remains, the remaining bonus health will be deducted. If it has been completely depleted, no deduction occurs. While Protection is active, the Aura of Divine Grace is disabled."

"You may also temporarily choose to relinquish the aura ability, in order to draw forth a more powerful aura upon comprehending a higher level in the future."

At this moment, Reef naturally would not let slip any opportunity to instill life back into the team, and the Aura of Divine Grace was inherently a rather excellent ability. Just then, Sanzai, who had been perpetually locked down by the assassin Ram, finally caught a breath!

He had been entangled by Ram, whose swift and dense flurry of attacks left him no time to cast. Dazzling dark-gold radiance erupted from his entire body, clearly indicating the activation of the dark-gold accessory: Chieftain's Beloved Doodle's ability.

In the blink of an eye, a hexagonal summoning array was etched onto the ground. Sanzai’s bloodied, weakened fingers maintained a steady swiftness even as he drew the sigils.

Kurootege, the two-headed cyclops previously stationed at the base, stepped out of the hexagonal array with a single stride. It roared in fury and casually snatched up a colossal rock club, smashing Ram—who was still attempting to pursue—clear away.

Immediately afterward, Kurootege’s massive feet slammed into the ground. Centered on its stomping point, sharp stone spikes, two to three meters high, erupted with a frantic crack-crack-crack. Furthermore, the earth’s crust abruptly sank downwards, spewing forth scalding lava that rushed between the stone spikes, effectively delaying several enemies attempting to close in.

It was only because Ram was quick-witted, executing a backward tumble the moment he was knocked away while leaving behind a shadow clone as a rearguard, that he avoided being impaled by the stone spikes. However, Ironhook Stade was not so lucky; struck by two spikes that burst from the ground, he spat a mouthful of blood and was hurled into the air.

A crimson light flashed in Kurootege’s single eye. In its other empty palm, a massive, flame-wreathed stone materialized, which it hurled directly at Stade. Ironhook Stade screamed, even managing to shift sideways half a foot mid-air, narrowly dodging the blow—but!!

When he looked up, another flaming stone hurtled toward him.

Double Strike!!

This attack, he was guaranteed to not evade. Struck squarely, he plummeted back down like a meteorite, landing directly toward Zi, who was locked in desperate combat!

At this moment, a look of fierce resolution bloomed in Zi’s eyes. Previously under siege by two powerful Awakeners, she abruptly halted her movements, freezing in place! First, the furious roar of a shotgun blast slammed heavily against the Titanium Net Magic Shield protecting her.

The already heavily fractured Titanium Net Magic Shield instantly disintegrated into a shower of glittering shards. Next, a dark-crimson javelin, spinning wildly, descended as if from the heavens, piercing through Zi’s abdomen!

Yet, at this precise moment, Zi completed her incantation, enduring the attacks. Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth as she brought her hands together. Her two silver rapiers, radiating an indescribable light, merged into one. A flash like lightning tore across the sky, illuminating the earth with blinding clarity, striking precisely against the now unified silver rapier!

The silver rapier shot forth, piercing Ironhook Stade from behind, and then, as if embedding itself deep within something transparent and invisible in the void, pinned Stade immovably in mid-air.

Then, Zi separated her hands, one held high and the other low, aiming at the immobilized Stade.

Her Phoenix eyes were now filled with an icy, murderous intent. Behind Zi, an apparition of a gigantic dark dragon’s head materialized. The light emanating from Zi’s left arm formed the upper jaw of the dragon's head, while the light from her right arm formed the lower jaw!

From the mouth of the Dark Dragon phantom, an indescribably surging silver dragon breath erupted, aimed at Cyber!

Force: Dragon Breath!

Within the tumultuous, surging dragon breath, the sinister cackles of the Sith demons could also be heard!

Judging by Zi’s current performance, she must have already broken through to the Awakener level, but her Awakening Skill was still in the process of being mastered.

Ironhook Stade shrieked in desperation but lasted only a mere two or three seconds before being reduced to ash. All that remained was his iron hook, glowing with an eerie light, falling from mid-air—apparently a soul equipment.

Under such circumstances, the Ace Team still managed a desperate counterattack, eliminating one enemy!

Of course, it should not be forgotten that Zi was completely undefended from the rear while casting Force: Dragon Breath, still enduring the furious assaults of two powerful foes. However, she seized the instant when the enemies' gazes were drawn by the soul equipment, managed to turn her body, and unleashed a Force Barrier: Impact to briefly hold them back.

Fortunately, just then, Reef’s newly mastered Divine Grasp cooldown finished, pulling the completely defenseless Zi to his side. Otherwise, Zi surely would not have escaped being killed on the spot!

The Ace Team finally managed to reestablish their formation, but Reef was left with only half his health and depleted supplies; Black guy was heavily damaged; Zi was battered; and the only reliable combat strength remaining was the young cyclops, Kurootege.

The enemy, in contrast, mostly retained over eighty percent of their combat strength, not to mention a hidden mastermind lurking nearby, watching with covetous eyes.

The word "Despair" simultaneously welled up in everyone’s minds.

In the nearby plaza.

Inside the television broadcast vehicle, the twin brothers jointly deploying the S-rank ability Vengeful Curse were drenched in sweat. The elder brother suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, saying hoarsely: "No good, the target has been struggling wildly since being suppressed, and the struggle is getting stronger! I... I can't hold on much longer."

The younger brother, equally drenched in sweat, shouted: "Chacha, Chacha! Go kill someone right now and use their heart to sacrifice to our Vengeful Curse array!"

A man with copper-toned skin jumped down from an adjacent high point, saying languidly: "Why not several hearts?"

Chacha specialized in telekinesis; it was he who had used a half-ground-down blade to carve a bloody gash across KD's face earlier. The younger brother instantly roared: "The Vengeful Curse becomes overwhelmingly malevolent after devouring a heart. Making it eat one heart today risks lowering our base attributes through backlash. If it eats several more, are you trying to get us all killed, you bastard!"

After receiving the heart sacrifice, the effect was immediate and visible. The light representing the Vengeful Curse grew significantly denser, almost tangible and blood-red, accompanied by faint, eerie wails. The ropes binding the body of 'Puppet Fang Senyan' writhed furiously, twisting like living things, immediately securing him tighter once more!

The elder brother smiled cruelly, his voice grating like glass scraping: "Excellent. Although we suffered losses this time, this bastard won't escape unless he gets injured. However, his exterior is reinforced with a Refraction Shield by your excellency, so even our own people can't damage him quickly. Unless this fool called Sailor harms himself—but I guarantee he won't be able to move a single finger in the next ten minutes! Your excellency should be satisfied this time. This fellow named Sailor will watch his teammates all die, yet be unable to do anything! Hahaha! Our merit will surely be number one!"

Meanwhile, Pulzibila sighed and gripped his weapon once more.

It was a weapon that seemed to combine the precision of modern engineering with the splendor and mystery of the magical world.

It was a crossbow that required winding. A Magic Crossbow.

Pulzibila turned to look at KD: "Your excellency just established a mental link with me, requesting that this next strike completely shatter their resistance."

KD was unconcerned: "The opponents are already at their breaking point. With the current intensity of the attack, they will collapse completely in another two or three minutes. You don't need to waste another Chill of Resentment."

Pulzibila shrugged, chuckling wryly: "The key is that it is your excellency's request. Even a lion gives its all to hunt a rabbit."

KD watched as Pulzibila positioned himself at the firing port, speaking coldly: "Once the people opposite are all dead, we won't wait for Ram. We will move against the people of Curse-Ex immediately!"

Pulzibila did not reply, merely raising his left hand and giving a thumbs-up.

Kurootege was panting and coughing violently. Beneath its ribs was a wound terrible even for a cyclops, and its insides were spilling out; after all, it was only a young cyclops. The pressure it now faced was one that even its mother could not shoulder alone!

It seized an opportunity to attack Fang Senyan in an attempt to wake him, but Fang Senyan’s body seemed protected by a strange layer, rendering the attack completely ineffective!

The enemy was simply too powerful.

Seizing this moment, Shali suddenly took a deep intake of breath.

As he inhaled, everyone's hair seemed to drift forward, indicating the immense suction force! But this fellow only sucked in, never exhaled! Then he chewed forcefully, the crunch-crunch-crunch sounds suggesting he was inhaling not air, but something like shards of glass!!

Immediately afterward, his neck swelled, and his bloodshot eyes bulged several centimeters from their sockets. Then, he opened his mouth and aimed directly at Reef!

A sound like rolling thunder resonated throughout the area. The power of the air cannon Shali blasted out was surely not much weaker than a grenade launcher. Simultaneously, the remaining four Awakeners alive also launched their most ferocious assault on Reef!

The full power of all their skills concentrated on a single point, resulting in an unbelievably violent, even earth-shattering explosion. Reef, already battered and at his limit, was blasted away like a small stone, smashing through two vehicles before crashing into a neighboring shop. Upon landing, he entered a near-death state, his fate unknown. Everyone sheltered behind Reef was caught in the aftershock, scattered thinly, collapsing to the ground to gasp for breath.

Shali charged forward next; he hated this group because they had killed his partner, Ironhook Stade.

Shali smashed a heavy punch into Sanzai. Sanzai immediately spat a torrent of blood, but he was instantly struck on the head by a heavy club wielded by the roaring young cyclops. Blood streamed down his face as he tumbled to the ground in disarray.

Although the young cyclops was immediately knocked away by the ensuing onslaught from Ram and the others, Shali’s wretched state was visible to everyone. Shali scrambled up, charging forward like an enraged lion, landing a knee strike that sent Sanzai flying. Sanzai had already entered a near-death state.

It was at this critical juncture that Pulzibila finally confirmed the Ace Team had no chance of turning the tables. He pulled the trigger. Since the Chill of Resentment was loaded, it had to be used; he needed to kill someone to recoup his cost. Frankly, Pulzibila coveted Sanzai’s dark-gold accessory.

That light-blue rocket projectile bearing death flew out of nowhere, conventionally blooming mid-air to reveal the deep-blue tip, no longer than a pen refill! It accelerated, aimed directly at the head of Sanzai, who was already near death!

Sanzai instantly activated the amniotic fluid tank he brought from Pandora, but how could the death trap set by the mastermind be so easily broken? A shrill light flashed, instantly snuffing out the activation of the fluid tank!

Watching the incoming death, Sanzai’s heart instantly filled with serenity. He silently thought: Goodbye, Brother Yan, goodbye, Big Fourth Uncle...

But just then, a severely damaged and tattered figure lunged out in time, intercepting the Chill of Resentment. With a soft poof, the Chill of Resentment struck his chest, plunging him into a near-death state, but this time, it did not pass through but remained lodged in his body.

It was Mogensha...

It was Mogensha!!!

Only he, the master of calculating projectile trajectories, could have seized this fleeting opportunity with such precision. No one knew what he was thinking in that moment, only that he had passed the hope of survival to Sanzai, absorbing the destructive doom into his own body!

Black guy crashed heavily onto the ground, leaning against the wreckage of a vehicle affected by the blast. Yet, he managed to lift his head slightly, his thick lips curving into an honest smile toward Sanzai. Then, he lit half a bloody, filthy cigar, half-closed his eyes, inhaled deeply as if savoring it... and then violently exploded into a blizzard of pale-blue icy dust!!!

The gruesome, bloody, pale-blue giant rose of extreme cold bloomed violently once more across this battered district!! (To be continued)RQ