Fang Senyan threw back his head and laughed loudly: “You want to use us as pawns to wear down Fu’s strength, with the ultimate goal of coveting that immensely powerful Demon Sword, Apophis, right?” “But, did you know? This pawn of yours has slain a divine servant, acquired this very weapon, and consumed it, absorbing its might?” “You stabbed me with Gungnir countless times.

One does not return an ill deed unanswered. Now, taste the power of my legendary weapon...

Taste the might of Annihilation!!!!” “You... you bastard!” Loki roared at Fang Senyan’s outburst, and in a flash of lightning across his mind, his confusion and a string of suspicions converged into sudden, clear understanding.

However, having fought Fu before, Loki had some experience dealing with Annihilation. He instantly summoned a silver-white cross to shield himself.

The spirit of Gungnir was not known lightly; the holy light shrouded his body impenetrably, acting almost like an invisible shield, even offering superior protection to a physical barrier—this was the Aegis of Evil-Bane, granting extra defense against Annihilation’s unique attack style. Seeing Loki, despite his weakened state, skillfully deploying a series of defensive maneuvers, Fang Senyan acted decisively.

Without a word, he drew Judgment and fired a blast right at him!! “You...

you weren't going to use Annihilation?” Loki nearly spat blood. Defending against divine damage with a Holy Light Shield was tantamount to standing completely exposed!

Fang Senyan’s previous posturing had been too convincing; he hadn't expected this feint. Fortunately, Loki was currently favored by the spirit of Gungnir, possessing an inherent holy nature.

Since Judgment also dealt divine damage, there was already a dampening effect. Furthermore, Gungnir was a tier above Judgment, so when Judgment attempted to classify Loki as a heretic, the effect was almost nullified.

The resulting damage was astonishingly low compared to his normal output, but thankfully, the solid five-second stun landed squarely on Loki. Fang Senyan inhaled deeply, his joints cracking with a continuous, dense sound like drumming rain.

The surrounding water lashed out violently! As the sound reached its peak intensity, the veins on his arm swelled like a dozen enraged azure dragons, and his muscles jutted out clearly.

He roared: “Annihilation!” And then, he punched! This punch tore through the air with a loud, surging howl, sounding like a massive jet fighter skimming the very ground!

As the word "Annihilation" ripped from his throat, Loki’s heart clenched again. He instinctively raised his hands to guard his head, knowing that under the abnormal power of Annihilation, a place like the head, once its data structure was compromised, meant instant death and required meticulous defense.

What Loki didn't know was that the punch Fang Senyan threw was actually the fiercely potent Final Impact!! The blow slammed into Loki’s chest, shattering it instantly, leaving a concaved indentation.

Loki spewed a gout of blood, fragments of his internal organs visible within it. The blood itself was beginning to tinge blue, signaling that he was suffering critical internal and external trauma—besieged by Fang Senyan’s relentless assault while simultaneously being crippled by the residual energy left by Fu inside his body.

Blood is formed from marrow; the blue tint in the blood meant that even the depths of Loki’s bone marrow had been infiltrated by Fu’s lingering force. Yet, Loki was a seasoned warrior, a maniac who had slain a hundred men.

After absorbing Fang Senyan’s strike, though his vision swam black, he gritted his teeth and reacted with surprising speed, gripping Gungnir with both hands and unleashing a horizontal sweep! That legendary spear, blazing brilliantly, hissed as it cut across horizontally.

This move was equally offensive and defensive; if Fang Senyan had pressed the attack, he certainly would have been struck by the sweep. Even if the sweep missed, it could force Fang Senyan back, creating a vital sliver of space for Loki to gasp for breath.

This sliver of opportunity was precious because both Fang Senyan and Loki clearly heard the sound of rushing water approaching from the distance—the underground passage was ending, meaning they were nearing the outlet. For Fang Senyan, the meticulously crafted terrain advantage was about to vanish.

For Loki, once his feet were on solid ground, he might not fear the equally exhausted Fang Senyan, and his washed-away comrades would surely rush to his aid, offering him a chance to escape certain death! But Loki suddenly felt an intense cold wash over him.

This water originated from melting snow on a peak, its temperature hovering just above freezing. Contracted beings were not like ordinary men, and during the fierce battle, their blood flowed intensely, so the cold hadn't been noticeable until now.

Why the sudden, bone-deep chill? Loki sensed something was terribly wrong.

Upon closer inspection, he realized the water around him was turning a deep, inky black, the chill penetrating straight to the marrow. Moreover, the water seemed to coalesce into thick, wrist-sized tentacles, coiling and twisting around his body!

The source of these dark water-tendrils was unmistakably emanating from Fang Senyan! At this moment, Fang Senyan’s face had become deathly pale, his eye sockets deeply sunken from blood loss, yet his gaze still burned with furious intensity.

Amidst his roaring shouts, the formidable power of the Devouring Beast once again coiled tightly around Loki’s form! A series of low, rattling cracks echoed continuously.

Loki spewed out blood, a shocking mix of blue and black that fanned out across the water surface five or six meters in front of him. Yet, he began to laugh maniacally: “You cannot kill me!

I have the protection of Gungnir’s spirit! It grants the passive ability Regeneration: the lower my health, the faster my recovery speed!

Your maladies will be hard-pressed to take effect; this level of damage is still not fatal! Unless you can truly wield the Annihilation power of the Demon Sword Apophis—but how is that possible?

You, a mere weakling? How could you possibly erase the soul imprint left by Fu on Apophis??” Amidst Loki’s long laughter, he was swept out of the mouth of the underground passage.

Blue sky and white clouds blinded him with sunlight. Below was a small, murky yellow lake, newly formed, with a mere five or six-meter drop—safe even for an ordinary person.

The sunlight, saturated with intense UV rays, bathed Loki’s body, bringing a searing warmth. His heart swelled with hatred, pain, and the humiliation of being driven to this point!

“Sailor! You are finished!” But just as this thought crossed Loki’s mind, he shuddered violently because the bright sunlight bathing his body suddenly vanished.

A shadow descended. A shadow like Death itself.

Fang Senyan, rushing forth with the current, raised his fist. The surface of the deep-green gauntlet on his hand was inexplicably covered in fine cracks!

Then, with a completely ordinary punch, he swung. Loki sneered contemptuously.

This punch lacked momentum and power; it seemed like a desperate, final struggle from Fang Senyan trying to save face. He let the punch land squarely on his chest.

But the moment he was hit, Loki stiffened instantly, because a terrifying, blood-red glow erupted from Fang Senyan’s fist. Immediately, both felt as if they were plunged into the absolute darkness of deep space.

That crimson light split into countless threads, radiating outward from the point of impact, weaving intricate, indescribable afterimages across Loki’s entire upper body, sketching out glowing red squares! The illusion vanished instantly.

Loki’s face contorted into an expression of sheer horror; his mouth gaped open, trying to speak but unable to form a sound. After a long moment, he managed to force out a few words from the depths of his throat: “You...

you actually know how to use... Annihilate?” Fang Senyan actually managed a smile at this moment: “You saw incorrectly.

This is my own creation.” Loki screamed wildly, but his body could no longer sustain itself and violently disintegrated! Against the backdrop of the bright sun and blue sky, this chilling red mist appeared devastatingly tragic!

The large cloud of red vapor eventually coalesced into the shape of a cross, which, for some reason, made Fang Senyan feel deeply uneasy. Fang Senyan also plunged awkwardly into the water, unable to maintain balance, belly-flopping with a splash of murky yellow water.

He dragged himself onto the bank, gasping for air, feeling that every inch of his body ached. Loki’s tenacity had exceeded Fang Senyan’s expectations, especially his Regeneration ability, amplified by Gungnir's spirit, which was unbelievably monstrous: the lower his health dropped, the faster his recovery became.

If that strike of Annihilation hadn't killed him, it seemed Fang Senyan... might never die either.

The Sigh of the Reaper was certainly not an empty title, but escaping like a cornered stray dog was unavoidable. A series of notifications instantly followed: “You have slain a Forgemaster (ID unknown).

Reward: Ten Merit Points, +15 Free Attribute Points.” “This combat was participated in as a team. Please allocate the Merit Points among yourselves.” “This Awakened individual held the rank of Major General!!!” “Data verification in progress...

Data verification in progress!” “Verification complete!” “You and your team will receive additional War Rewards! However, you will also draw the attention of their affiliated Space, and may face additional attacks!”