In this final stretch of time, Fang Senyan transmitted a message to Youying: “Have you ever seen a pool of water completely isolated from the outside world? Even if it was initially teeming with fish and shrimp, vibrant with life, stagnant water is dead water.

The fish will die, the shrimp will rot, eventually becoming a foul, festering mire that eventually dries up completely. Only a mighty river, ceaselessly flowing, churning with tides, even drawing in a hundred tributaries, remains truly vital, overflowing with even more formidable life!………..Farewell!” Upon hearing Fang Senyan’s words, a sharp glint flashed momentarily in Youying’s deep eyes before instantly vanishing.

Yet, those words from Fang Senyan sliced through his mind like razor blades, carving an indelible mark of his existence! Fang Senyan had no idea that this casual remark would eventually trigger tremendous upheaval here centuries later.

Youying, who by then held the authority of the Artifact of Divinity, recognized that the place had indeed devolved into a putrid swamp. He decisively split off and reintegrated with the main tribe.

The ensuing bloodshed from this action was immense, but that is a story for another time, one unnecessary to recount here. Now fully charged, Youying, heavy with thought, was about to press the activation key.

Facing Fang Senyan, who had just returned to the harsh realities above ground, he posed another question: “Right, before I lost consciousness, I was fighting a specialized creature from the Zerg. If I’m not mistaken, that thing was a unique lifeform modulated by the Zerg Queen, Morrigane—incredibly powerful.

Where is it now?” Youying replied coldly: “You survived because the Artifact of Divinity recognized the Protoss imprint on your body and automatically shielded you. If the creature you speak of carried no such identification mark, the chance of it being reduced to dust would be no less than 95%.” “And the remaining 5%?” For Fang Senyan, this was a matter of life and death.

He had to be absolutely sure. Otherwise, if that creature was waiting right next to him the moment he teleported out, perhaps setting an ambush, it would be fatal.

Fortunately, Youying’s answer eased Fang Senyan’s mind: “The remaining 5% is that it becomes food for the Artifact of Divinity. The Artifact is also a living entity and is keenly interested in any powerful lifeform…” It must be admitted that the Protoss teleportation technology was truly pinnacle.

This time, Fang Senyan felt virtually nothing during the transfer, only a slight dizziness in his head, which was entirely normal. After all, the instantaneous mass teleportation initiated by a Protoss Arbiter was far more terrifying; it could shift entire legions light-years away and have them ready for combat immediately.

What Fang Senyan was experiencing now could barely be considered antiquated technology. Outside, it was broad daylight.

The sky, swept clean by the storm stirred up by the Artifact of Divinity, possessed a feeling of boundless expanse. The dense clouds seemed to have vanished entirely, resulting in an unnaturally clear and vast blue sky.

So much so that Fang Senyan had to squint slightly against the slightly intense sunlight. Beneath him, and stretching into the distance, the once ashen-grey earth had turned deep green.

The mosses, usually dormant, sensed the arrival of rare fine weather and began frantically absorbing light, diligently extending their roots into the meager soil, drawing nutrients, blooming, dividing, and reproducing in a short span. At that moment, Ronny let out a painful groan.

Fang Senyan immediately noticed that the papules on his body were once again rapidly worsening. The surviving parasites began wriggling beneath the skin as if waking from hibernation.

If they managed to burrow into his internal organs, the only escape was returning to the Nightmare Space; otherwise, it was incurable. However, Ronny was infected with far too many parasites.

Even if Fang Senyan acted instantly to clear them, merely cleaning the trunk would take at least twenty minutes. In that time, the parasites on his limbs could easily travel through the blood vessels straight to his heart… Just then, Fang Senyan’s eyebrows twitched subtly, yet he continued calmly lancing Ronny’s abscesses.

In the next two seconds, a figure materialized abruptly behind Fang Senyan, grasping a wrench that gleamed with silver light. He swung this very tool violently towards the back of Fang Senyan’s head.

Although the wrench descended with incredible speed, it produced no sound. The technique this fellow employed was one commonly used by Assassins: Sap.

When learned by different Assassins, the Sap ability often mutated into various effects. However, this particular Assassin’s Sap required striking the enemy’s occiput to immediately induce a fifteen-second stun, during which the target could not attack, move, cast spells, or use items.

The stun ended prematurely if the target sustained damage. Upon breaking free from the Sap, the target would instantly suffer additional damage equal to the duration of the Sap multiplied by the caster’s Agility.

But just as the attack was launched, Fang Senyan seemed to coincidentally tilt his head… and the Sap landed squarely on his shoulder! Thus, the skill essentially failed; besides dealing Fang Senyan a few dozen points of damage, it yielded almost nothing!

The attacker, having failed the first strike, did not flee as a typical Assassin would upon missing. Instead, he drew another unconventional weapon from his waist: a mace, forming the highly unusual combination of a mace plus a large wrench, and ferociously lunged at Fang Senyan.

Fang Senyan sidestepped rapidly, his face darkening: “You’ve been waiting here for Ronny all along?” Only then did Fang Senyan clearly see the Assassin before him: short and stocky, somewhat powerfully built, with a fierce glint in his triangular eyes, like an alligator slithering rapidly through mud—strong, solid, and savage. Hearing Fang Senyan’s question, he immediately sneered: “Of course.

Alive or dead, we must secure the target. Heh heh, I didn’t expect it would be me, Dongs, to claim this great prize.” Fang Senyan roared: “I will not allow a single hair on Ronny’s head to be harmed.” “Hahahaha!” Dongs laughed maniacally: “Within a ten-kilometer radius, we are surrounded by our people, kid.

Within five minutes, everyone will converge! Let me tell you, while taking you down would net some rewards, but… Achoo!

I’ll get a much greater reward just by eliminating Ronny alone. So… cough cough… if you roll up immediately and don’t get in the way, I might spare you… Achoo… one life.” “Oh.” Fang Senyan suddenly understood: “You mean I can eliminate you in ten seconds, leaving four and a half minutes to heal Ronny, and then twenty seconds to make my escape.” “You… you… cough cough eliminate me in ten seconds?

Don’t make me laugh myself to death, Achoo! Hmm?” At that moment, Fang Senyan unleashed his Horned Fury!

He instantly charged toward Dongs, but just as Fang Senyan was about to link the next blow, a strange light flickered on Dongs’ chest, and his entire body shot backward as if violently thrown, instantly widening the distance from Fang Senyan. Even stranger, as he pulled away, the moss beneath Fang Senyan’s feet grew wildly, tightly entangling his legs, abruptly reducing his movement speed by 40%!

Dongs landed, suddenly gripping his pair of strange weapons. The weapons erupted with scarlet light, then violently churned and ignited!

Weapon Enchantment: Flames! Dongs then took a step and eerily vanished into the air.

However, his cloaking ability, which refracted light, was exceedingly difficult to use for a sneak attack against the highly perceptive Fang Senyan. Suddenly, a massive, spiraling fireball flew in from Fang Senyan’s flank.

Unable to fully evade, he could only meet it head-on! He took the full force of the attack, his entire body enveloped in flames as he was sent flying, crashing seven or eight meters away!

While airborne, Dongs slowly reappeared, bringing his two flaming weapons down fiercely towards Fang Senyan’s head. This was another of Dongs’ abilities: he could attach magically invisible devices.

The massive fireball was affixed to such a device, and he had already calculated the trajectory, waiting like a hungry wolf for Fang Senyan to be blasted directly into his path! Up to this point, everything was unfolding exactly according to Dongs’ script.

But just as he was about to strike Fang Senyan, he suddenly began to cough violently! The weapons he launched stuttered simultaneously.

Fang Senyan seized the opportunity, not dodging but meeting the attack. The two enchanted weapons struck his head and instantly detonated, scattering into a storm of flames!

Yet, Fang Senyan burst through the fire as if he were an undaunted demon god, slamming a fist into Dongs’ jaw! Uppercut!

In terms of sheer strength, Dongs stood no chance against Fang Senyan. He was immediately launched into the air.

Fang Senyan followed up with three consecutive punches. Each blow appeared effortless, yet his feet shattered the surrounding stone, leaving deep footprints, an overwhelming momentum!

As the final punch landed just as Dongs was about to descend, Fang Senyan extended both hands, grasping Dongs’ ankles, and executed a Tactical Throw, hurling him violently toward the sky. Then, Fang Senyan lowered his head, his expression completely hidden, but on his raised right hand, the sharp-angled gauntlet rapidly shifted, resembling a melting candle, and then… the Demonic Sword Apophis rapidly took shape!!!