The Pain Bringer seemed far less affected by the storm. It anchored itself with its bone tail and began deploying its ranged attack capabilities against Fang Senyan. This first strike was truly unexpected, but the bone spear it launched was inevitably skewed by the fierce wind, allowing Fang Senyan just enough time to evade it.

This missed opportunity was immediately seized by Fang Senyan as a perfect chance to counterattack!

The Pain Bringer’s bone spear possessed immense power, so it wasn't a single-use projectile but was connected by a cluster of dark red neuro-tendons. This apparatus not only allowed the spear to be retracted swiftly after being launched but also permitted mid-air directional adjustments upon release. Ultimately, it was the curse of that terrifying Category Twelve-plus gale that turned what should have been an almost guaranteed hit into a miss by a vast margin!

Fang Senyan seized the dark red neuro-tendon cluster at the spear's base and yanked with brutal force!

With that pull, the Pain Bringer immediately let out a piercing shriek. The dark red neuro-tendon cluster that Fang Senyan held was akin to the sinews connecting its essence—one could only imagine the agony, comparable to having one's vital cords forcefully yanked by Fang Senyan, who possessed terrifying strength exceeding a hundred units.

However, the greater the Pain Bringer’s agony, the stronger its next burst of power would be. Thus, Fang Senyan wasn't merely trying to inflict pain; he was maliciously using the drag to wrench the Pain Bringer off the adjacent stone pillar—counting on the raging hurricane to eliminate all his subsequent troubles.

Fang Senyan pulled again with all his might! The Pain Bringer convulsed violently. Its long bone tail scraped against the rock with an eerie cchhh-cchhh sound, suggesting it couldn't hold on much longer.

But Fang Senyan had underestimated the creature’s tenacity. Just as he braced for another pull, the Pain Bringer’s neck shot forward again, biting clean through the dark red neuro-tendon cluster. In a moment of extreme agony, it unleashed astounding power, lunging fiercely toward Fang Senyan.

The Pain Bringer was, after all, imbued with the formidable might of the Queen of Blades, and it stood two full tiers above Fang Senyan. This full-force lunge carried the desperate strength of its entire being. Despite the howling gale whipping around them, peppered with sharp stones, the Pain Bringer lunged directly at Fang Senyan, teeth bared and claws extended—as if determined to drag Fang Senyan down with it!

Fang Senyan’s face betrayed no panic. In fact, the Pain Bringer’s reaction was entirely within his expectations; he was already confident. Only when the creature closed to within ten meters did a cold smirk appear on Fang Senyan’s face, half-suspended against the cliff face. He flipped his wrist on the dangling hand and gripped a silver-white firearm.

A weapon brimming with sacred significance!

The Adjudicator!!

The dark, gaping muzzle of the gun aimed squarely at the lunging Pain Bringer in mid-air!

Fang Senyan hadn't used his Devour Adjudicator because The Adjudicator retained the potential for further growth. Being consumed by the Devour ability, its precious attributes might be lost. Furthermore, The Adjudicator, as a ranged weapon, occupied its own quick-access equipment slot.

“I judge the creature before me to be a heretic!”

“Repent in this raging wind!”

Then, hanging one-handed from the precipice, Fang Senyan calmly pulled the trigger!

Dots of sacred light erupted, accompanied by a sound grand as the chime of a courthouse bell—the majesty of a final, definitive decree!

With a deafening BOOM, the Pain Bringer shrieked. Over a dozen dark spots instantly appeared across its body, rapidly burning and emitting black smoke from those points. The damage inflicted by this single shot was astonishing, and Fang Senyan could already feel a significant influx of vital energy replenishing his own health from the attack!

More critically, the massive impact of the shot knocked the Pain Bringer off its trajectory. It had been aiming directly for Fang Senyan, but now it veered over a meter off course—though it still appeared capable of reaching him.

But.... The Adjudicator was no longer firing single shots! As the Pain Bringer desperately stretched its claws toward Fang Senyan, the latter struggled to stabilize himself against the gale, yet the hand gripping The Adjudicator remained rock steady. He nudged the muzzle slightly and pulled the trigger again!

BOOM!!

The pale cyan smoke was instantly annihilated by the wind, but the milky white light spots were unaffected, striking the Pain Bringer a dozen or more times. Under the immense kinetic force, its claws, which had been assured of their target, swept past Fang Senyan with half a meter to spare before the creature was swept away by the gale into the distance.

A mocking smile touched Fang Senyan’s lips, but it instantly froze. The Pain Bringer’s sharp, bony tail, emerging from a peculiar angle below, shot upward like lightning. It had extruded an extra half meter from its own spine, still slick with fresh gore.

Due to the unpredictable external elements, the tip of the bone tail struck with precise malice, piercing Fang Senyan’s left wrist!

The very wrist tightly gripping the sharp edge of the rock!

Fang Senyan felt a paralyzing shock run up to his scalp.

Struck so suddenly and severely, the grip in his five fingers instantly weakened. His body was immediately seized by the gale, spinning violently upwards into the sky!

In such a tempest, he was subjected to countless brutal tumbles every second, all while facing the danger of violent collisions with the mountainside! Even a supremely powerful Awakened being’s mind could not instantly cope with such overwhelming trauma. Fang Senyan promptly lost consciousness.

Before fading out, he saw himself being sucked skyward toward a narrowing opening, like the bottom of an inverted funnel—bizarre, dazzling, and illusory in ten thousand shifting colors!

When Fang Senyan awoke, he found himself sitting in a chair.

His head felt like it was about to explode; a slight shake seemed to set hundreds of porcelain shards clattering noisily inside his skull, rendering coherent thought impossible for a time. When he tried to stand, he realized he was bound to the chair—a restraint across his chest and another around his waist.

However, these restraints seemed only meant to keep him fixed, not imprisoned. Fang Senyan easily undid them, staggered a few steps, and immediately collapsed onto the floor due to the overwhelming throbbing in his head.

This excruciating pain was caused by the excessively violent concussions endured while unconscious—it was like shaking a bottle filled with soft tofu violently; the tofu would inevitably disintegrate. That Fang Senyan survived such a level of trauma was remarkable.

He gasped for breath, pressing his burning forehead against the cold, smooth floor, lying flat on his back. As the blood flow pooled away from his head toward his limbs, he finally felt a slight reprieve.

Next, Fang Senyan located an area resembling a dissection table—though it felt ominous—and lay down upon it. Crucially, his neck was suspended over the edge, leaving his head hanging down, placing him in a feet-up, head-down orientation. Immediately, the piercing pain subsided significantly.

Only then did Fang Senyan take time to survey his surroundings. The material was sturdy yet possessed a sense of lightness; the lines were streamlined, exuding an elegant aesthetic, yet subtle, arrogant undertones lurked beneath the flowing, refined symbolic decorations.

Considering the details—like waking up restrained in a seated posture—there was no doubt: he had been brought inside another Protoss base, and they meant him no harm. The reason for making him sit upright was simple: just as humans place the injured in beds to recuperate, the Protoss had no beds, so Fang Senyan was forced into this awkward sitting posture to recover.

Afterward, Fang Senyan dared not change his position, carefully maintaining this head-down orientation. His tenacious heart continued to pump blood, and under this sustained circulation, his physical condition slowly began to improve, and the headache eased.

The next series of events made Fang Senyan realize his misfortune wasn't over. He checked himself and discovered his innate ability was on cooldown. This suggested one thing: the situation when he passed out was far worse than he imagined. If not for his exceptionally good luck, he likely wouldn't have survived.

He then began examining the patterns and symbols on the walls. They were vivid, depicting the opposition between Light and Dark. More eerily, numerous thin objects shaped like curved blades or eyes seemed to be watching everything.

Seeing these, Fang Senyan recalled the supplementary materials he had hastily studied and murmured to himself:

“This... is this describing the war and transformation between Light and Shadow? Could this be the legendary, long-vanished Council of Light and Shadow?”

Suddenly, a chilling, cold voice echoed directly in Fang Senyan’s mind, spectral and spine-tingling:

“I never expected that the first time I heard those sacred words, ‘Council of Light and Shadow,’ it would be from the mouth of a humble human!!”

Though Fang Senyan couldn't see the speaker, he instantly retorted loudly:

“Sir, humility has nothing to do with species; nobility springs from the soul!”

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