Though fire still raged upon his body, searing into his very bones and seemingly threatening to travel along his veins to his internal organs, the continuous, agonizing pain transmitted to Fang Senyan carried with it an inexplicable pleasure.

It was as if every bit of extra hardship and suffering he endured subconsciously offset a fraction of the guilt he felt for watching Mogansha die before his eyes.

At this moment, Fang Senyan, wielding the overwhelmingly potent +10 Deep Green set gloves and bolstered by the newly awakened power of the Awakened, was at the zenith of his boiling intensity! While these enemies were formidable, their most powerful skills had already been expended against the ace team earlier, and secondly, they had been battling for too long, all suffering from severe illness, which was why this stalemate existed.

If everyone had been in peak condition, Fang Senyan alone would have had slim chances of defeating Poolzibila's team in a one-on-one confrontation, though escaping a swift demise wouldn't have been impossible either.

If the enemy had even one or two more members, he would have had no choice but to flee at the first sight.

Poolzibila's strike missed, and KD sighed heavily: “A pity about Lamb; missing this attack, he’s likely doomed.” Poolzibila’s face grew even uglier, then he turned towards the adjacent room: “Guleet, I called you back earlier to prevent a brutal preemptive strike from the Curse-Annihilation Sect.

I never expected this move to be such a stroke of luck! With you here, even if we can’t kill that Sailor, retreating safely won’t be difficult.” Guleet emerged from the inner room upon hearing the voice, frowning: “That Sailor is that formidable? Even with all of us gathered, we couldn't finish him off?” KD calmly stated: “Once he gets close, Boss loses all leverage.

That fellow is dual-attribute specialized; the duration of all my debilitating spells on him was shortened by more than half!” “Earth Binding normally lasts four seconds; he broke free in just one and a half.

Earlier, Boss didn’t hesitate to use the magic core of the Fire Spirit Heder, whose persistent burning effect should last twenty seconds.

It only burned on him for seven seconds! Therefore, unless I use that move… otherwise, I can barely threaten him.

Ultimately, the main force countering him still rests with you.” Guleet grumbled: “Damn it, why isn't Boss Tie with us? Otherwise, why would we fear him? Ah… Achoo!” KD took a deep breath, filled with regret: “Your Excellency this time intended to utilize the kill formation we laid out—an ambush from ten directions—requiring only the three strongest damage dealers from the teams.

What need was there for an MT? This setup relies on sharp offense and overwhelming force meant to finish things quickly; why bring an MT? Cough, cough, cough, cough… I guess 'quickly' worked too well; we crushed the enemy to the brink of collapse, needing just one more finger to press them into dust, but the person you and the Curse-Annihilation Sect confined turned out to be the biggest flaw!” KD could hardly conceal his resentment here.

Their meticulous plan had failed, and the failure stemmed from the one element they thought most reliable—how could he not feel bitter? Meanwhile, Poolzibila, still peering out the window, let out a sharp intake of breath: “Boss Si is dead.

The crucial part is he used an instant escape item yet was still killed.

That bastard seems to possess the ability to interfere with spatial fluctuations too.

Boss Si’s escape failed…” KD and Guleet’s expressions shifted simultaneously.

At that moment, Lamb, having just darted into the stairwell, had already entered the range of Fang Senyan’s Horn of Frenzy.

Lamb felt a sudden dizziness wash over his mind, then sensed a burning sensation behind his neck.

Turning back, he saw Fang Senyan, still wreathed in dark flames and emitting wisps of smoke, right behind him.

Lamb was also a man of firm will.

Realizing escape was impossible, he let out a wild yell, flipped his dagger, and slashed across, aiming for Fang Senyan! But Fang Senyan neither dodged nor retreated.

He allowed the dagger to draw a line of blood across his neck, instead delivering a heavy punch squarely to Lamb’s face.

Lamb was stoutly built, yet Fang Senyan sent him flying with a single blow! Amidst a scream, he slammed into the wall, causing the hard concrete to burst into fragments! Fang Senyan’s punch power was extraordinary now; the theoretical average damage of each hit was at least five hundred points, compounded by the supplementary strength from his Muscle Explosion.

More critically, Lamb’s primary attribute was Agility, and his secondary was Perception… this meant crushing damage dominance! Upon impact, three startling numbers popped up, followed by a crisp kacha-kacha sound from behind where Lamb was struck—three ribs broken instantly.

His vision tunneled, and blood gushed from his nostrils and mouth.

The power of this punch was not limited to physical damage; the light shining off Lamb flared brightly, and the beneficial effects previously cast upon his body scattered like sparks under Fang Senyan's punch—a manifestation of Fang Senyan's passive ability: Sky Force! After throwing the punch, Fang Senyan did not pursue.

He suddenly lowered his head, standing rooted like a blood-soaked demon god, radiating an aura of chilling intent: “When you aggressively hunted my brothers, did you ever consider how they felt? It must have been exactly as desperate and helpless as you feel right now!” Lamb was shocked and enraged, yet he gritted his teeth: “If you want to kill me, then do it.

Stop wasting breath!” Fang Senyan said coolly: “Though you killed my brothers, they are gone now.

We who remain must continue.

If you can produce something of value to buy your life, what’s to stop me from sparing your wretched existence?” Lamb’s heart leaped suddenly.

If he could live, that was the best outcome.

Hope immediately sparked within him: “Fine! But I must meet up with my companions before I give you the items to buy my life.

Otherwise, my life and death are in your hands now; what if you take the items and go back on your word?” Fang Senyan said faintly: “Agreed.

But to prevent you from backing out, you must trade me the Elixir of Honor you possess.” Lamb’s hope flared incandescently.

If he could reunite with KD and the others alive, the chance of survival would greatly increase, and once they outnumbered their foe, whether he gave the item would be his decision.

Did this guy perhaps think he was a simple-minded brute with big muscles? Agreeing to such a condition? Compared to that, a vial of Elixir of Honor was negligible.

He immediately initiated the trade request.

After receiving the Elixir of Honor, Fang Senyan examined it closely, then suddenly roared: “You dare try to cheat me with a fake?” Lamb instantly cried out in shock and indignation, protesting his innocence: “How could there be a fake? Is there such a thing as a fake Elixir of Honor?… Huh, something feels wrong here?” It turned out that while handing over the Elixir of Honor, Fang Senyan had closed the distance to within two meters.

He then smashed another punch across.

This time, Lamb was caught completely off guard, having no time to react! He was sent flying again, crashing through the adjacent door, followed by a series of resounding crashes as furniture collapsed inside! Amidst the flying dust and debris, Fang Senyan charged in with agile ferocity, even smashing through the wall in his pursuit of speed, his momentum undiminished.

Lamb had barely managed to roll and scramble up before being smashed another ten feet, hitting a pillar with his back, bouncing off, and spinning back around.

Countless bones must have shattered within him; he finally entered a critical state.

Just as he struggled to shout a curse, his vision suddenly dimmed.

Fang Senyan had vaulted into the air, drawing up his knee to viciously smash it into Lamb’s chest.

The crisp sound of a sternum breaking was clearly audible, mixed with a fountain of blood and gastric contents ejected forcefully from his ears and nose.

Lamb’s eyes were filled with frantic unwillingness, his face instantly turning blue-purple, his features contorted into a grotesque shape—instant death! He perished beneath Fang Senyan’s iron fist.

Fang Senyan’s earlier use of words to mislead him served two purposes: firstly, to toy with him like a cat playing with a mouse, forcing him from the ecstasy of escape straight into the abyss of death for revenge; secondly, to guard against the three leaders above grouping up, thus using language to extinguish Lamb’s will to fight back in desperation, avoiding any wasted effort on him.

Time was tight; the magic sniper who killed Mogansha and the one who could cast powerful abilities to restrain him were mandatory kills.

Others could be spared, but these two must die! However, Fang Senyan could sense that the casting of the Curse of Vengeance required the combined effort of two people, and his own escape seemed to have caused a powerful backlash against them; they remained motionless, either unconscious or severely wounded.

Therefore, the trio he was about to face were his genuine formidable opponents.

Taking two or three deep breaths, Fang Senyan quickly bandaged his wounds and then moved according to his senses, kicking the door in front of him.

No matter who or what was behind that door, he feared nothing! That heavy security door let out a thunderous crash, a clear boot print etched upon it.

The surrounding bricks and concrete shattered, the door exploded outward, enveloped in swirling dust, and then naturally spun backward, crashing into whatever was behind it! But as the steel door vanished into the smoke, it encountered something terrifyingly powerful.

A series of violent clattering sounds echoed, followed by a rush of air, and the heavy security door was crumpled into a steel ball resembling a wad of paper, then hurled back at Fang Senyan in the opposite direction! (To be continued)RQ