With the slightest touch, devoid of any earth-shattering aura or oppressive might, as if merely extending a hand to gently brush a junior’s forehead, He Yiming’s right index finger landed squarely between the Old Ancestor Yu’s eyebrows.

The Old Ancestor Yu, radiating a fierce malevolence and apparently viewing He Yiming as an irreconcilable enemy, somehow failed to evade this sudden, singular touch.

This pinnacle of the Human Dao realm, harboring a Blood-Coagulating Man within his body, had been drawn by a similar, kindred aura. Its instinct screamed that by devouring this counterpart, its own power could increase unimaginably—not just a simple enhancement, but an actual evolution.

An evolution into a higher tier of existence, one capable of breaking all restraints and becoming a legend of an era.

However, when the Old Ancestor Yu, manipulated by the Blood-Coagulating Man, finally reached He Yiming, the Blood-Coagulating Man inside suddenly discovered that under the suppression of that peculiar aura emanating from He Yiming, it could no longer execute any movement or reaction whatsoever.

It was precisely like the principle in nature where the absolutely weaker party, upon encountering the predator capable of slaughtering them effortlessly, is paralyzed by sheer terror.

A frog fixated upon by a viper will freeze motionlessly until it is swallowed whole, without the slightest chance of resistance.

The Blood-Coagulating Man inside the Old Ancestor Yu was experiencing this terrifying sensation.

The Old Ancestor Yu was laced with numerous dark arcane methods set by Garfield, secrets that completely severed the mental link between the Blood-Coagulating Man and Jimo Fanshu. Consequently, Jimo Fanshu remained utterly unaware of the sudden shift occurring within the Old Ancestor Yu.

Likewise, Garfield could not fathom why the Old Ancestor Yu had suddenly gone berserk.

Yet, neither of them had ever conceived that this turn of events would involve He Yiming, as the transformation surpassed the boundaries of all known comprehension.

He Yiming’s eyes glittered sharply. The aura released by the Divine Dao Blood-Coagulating Man had indeed lured the Old Ancestor Yu near, only to be subdued by the Divine Dao Blood-Coagulating Man at the moment of approach.

At this juncture, He Yiming deduced that the Old Ancestor Yu’s ability to be refined into a puppet must also be connected to the Blood-Coagulating Man. Otherwise, the Divine Dao Blood-Coagulating Man within his own body would not have shown signs of awakening upon hearing the Old Ancestor Yu’s howl, and for the first time, proactively released such a strange aura to attract attention.

A peculiar thought surfaced abruptly in his mind. He Yiming knew clearly that this was not his own volition, but a request conveyed by the Divine Dao Blood-Coagulating Man, dormant in his consciousness for over a year.

Without hesitation, He Yiming extended his finger and tapped precisely on the brow of the Old Ancestor Yu, who had suddenly become frozen like a wooden statue upon reaching him.

A flash of crimson light erupted, and the Divine Dao Blood-Coagulating Man in his Dantian—connected through that single point—transmitted itself into the Old Ancestor Yu’s body.

Time seemed to pause for that brief instant, causing even the two Dark Supremes locked in their life-or-death struggle to momentarily divert a sliver of their focus.

Everyone witnessed it…

The Old Ancestor Yu charged toward He Yiming like a madman, and He Yiming merely reached out a finger to touch him. Then, this supreme Human Dao Pinnacle puppet hung suspended in mid-air for that fleeting moment.

Immediately after, his body plummeted toward the sea. At the center of his brow, a finger-sized puncture glowed with vivid, chilling scarlet light, deep enough to chill the soul.

Ancestor Huangquan and Garfield roared in fury almost simultaneously.

Given their profound cultivation, a mere sweep of their consciousness confirmed that not a trace of life force remained within the puppet.

He Yiming’s single touch had severed every spark of vitality within the puppet, leaving absolutely nothing behind.

Though they could not grasp how He Yiming accomplished it, nor comprehend the source of such unbelievable, overwhelming power in that one touch, both Dark Lords understood: this puppet was utterly ruined.

Jimo Fanshu, in particular, felt a wrenching pain in his heart, for he sensed the sliver of Blood-Coagulating Man consciousness in his mind beginning to dissipate.

When the Old Ancestor Yu lost contact and fell under Garfield’s control, the cluster of consciousness in his mind had merely been dormant, like hibernation. But now, that minuscule consciousness was vanishing. He understood perfectly the drastic implications of this difference.

He let out a sharp, venomous shriek filled with resentment.

This loss was too devastating. Not only had his most outstanding descendant, Hao Xue, perished, but the puppet he had painstakingly nurtured using the Blood-Coagulating Man was also destroyed.

The puppet of the Old Ancestor Yu might be recoverable, but the Blood-Coagulating Man represented centuries of his accumulated effort; its dissipation inflicted an unimaginable blow.

Boundless rage surged within him, yet the object of his fury was not He Yiming, but the Western Dark Council leader before him.

If Garfield had not hijacked the puppet, how could these irreversible calamities have occurred?

Jimo Fanshu’s attacks grew savagely ferocious. A faint, sanguine glow began to emanate from his person. The moment this radiance flickered into existence, it instantly imposed an infinite, crushing pressure upon the surroundings.

Garfield’s expression changed drastically. He gasped, “Divine Power of Blood!”

Although their previous combat had been fraught with danger, both sides had tacitly held back their ultimate divine strengths. Yet now, in his frenzy, Jimo Fanshu seemed intent on unleashing the very power of the gods.

Once the two top Human Dao Pinnacle experts began employing their respective divine powers, it signaled an irrevocable, fight-to-the-death confrontation.

Facing this assassin, who seemed to have lost all reason, Garfield finally felt a creeping inclination to retreat. Fighting a madman to the death did not seem like a wise strategy for him.

His body flickered rapidly, and Garfield fled like a nimble serpent, darting towards Franklin. Simultaneously, he shouted urgently, “Join forces!”

Franklin’s face was grim. When the Old Ancestor Yu attacked He Yiming, his heart had been filled with delight, mistakenly believing Garfield had won his struggle against Ancestor Huangquan and was now ordering the puppet to strike He Yiming. But he quickly realized the situation was far from that.

The Old Ancestor Yu had been broken by He Yiming’s single touch to the brow with absolutely no resistance, and then fallen into the ocean. Such a sudden turn of events was unacceptable.

Now, seeing Garfield abandon his dignity as Council Leader to request an alliance, the Pope of the Western Temple nodded without hesitation.

The combined strength of He Yiming, Ancestor Huangquan, and the others was indeed formidable. Without employing that technique, they were doomed to utter defeat today.

The Staff of Light was held flat against his chest, its head blazing with radiance that seemed to envelop the entire world, emanating from some unknown source.

Garfield’s lean frame moved like an agile ape to the side of the Pope. His body swayed slightly, and a faint, almost imperceptible black line appeared amidst the brilliant light.

However, this shadow did not attempt to vie with the light for dominance over the world. It merely followed the path of the illumination, casting its own silhouette in the hidden, shadowy corners. It was like the dark shadow born alongside the light; though lacking the sun’s dazzling brilliance, this hidden, latent power was far more unsettling.

Light and shadow—when integrated, they fused into a miraculous force.

This power was no longer one of mutual creation or destruction but one of mutual complement, forming a perfect whole.

Yet, this world of light and dark was unstable, seemingly undergoing slow exploration and integration. Even so, the immense power radiating from this nascent light-dark world caused all observers a deep shiver of apprehension.

He Yiming’s expression shifted slightly. Even Jimo Fanshu, who had been driven by a desire to press the attack and kill Garfield, paused. Though his heart yearned to tear the Dark Council Leader to shreds, his rationality remained intact; he knew that a rash advance now might result in his own dismemberment rather than Garfield’s.

“The Convergence of Light and Dark, hehe…” Jimo Fanshu said coolly, “Brother He, shall we join forces and break this Convergence?”

He Yiming naturally voiced no objection. He said deeply, “What counsel does the Ancestor possess?”

“The Convergence of Light and Dark is the West’s most powerful martial art, much like the Five Elements Great Reincarnation Flower in our Eastern world,” Jimo Fanshu stated, a hint of faint reluctance in his tone. “To shatter their world of light and darkness, one must possess overwhelmingly dominant power.”

He Yiming paused, realizing that facing two Human Dao Pinnacle Ninth Heavens experts, both wielding imitation Divine Artifacts, finding truly overwhelming strength seemed nearly impossible.

“The three of us can attempt to join forces,” Jimo Fanshu declared coldly. “If your Piggy can release that Nine Dragons Unification strike from before one more time, we would have even greater certainty.”

Having witnessed the earth-shattering blow unleashed by Piggy earlier, Jimo Fanshu now acknowledged its might. Although such power could not be sustained, its deployment at a critical juncture held unexpected and immense value.

He Yiming let out a wry smile. “Piggy just finished its deployment; it’s completely incapable of striking again.”

A flicker of regret crossed Jimo Fanshu’s eyes. He had seen that scene too, and it had startled him, but upon seeing Piggy’s subsequent collapse, he knew he could no longer rely on its Nine Dragons Unification, and indeed, his premonition proved correct.

With a long sigh, Jimo Fanshu calmed himself once more. He spoke solemnly, “Let us combine our strongest attacks. We must hope to slay them before they can solidify their true world of light and dark.”