The assassin, having the home-field advantage, moved through the area with practiced ease. Though he appeared desperate, he had secretly deployed numerous arcane techniques; elsewhere, these might have banished even his soul to other planes.

Yet, as he finally managed a moment to catch his breath and looked back, he saw the formidable silhouette relentlessly pursuing him. More bizarrely, a distinct third eye had opened above the pursuer's brow, fixing him with an intense gaze, locking onto him as if capturing even the deepest recesses of his soul!

"You..." Before he could finish his sentence, Fang Senyan lunged forward. The sensation was akin to witnessing a massive beast swooping down from the air for a close-range strike!

Even before contact, he felt on the verge of suffocation—not an inability to breathe, but as if the very air in his chest was being violently squeezed out. Fang Senyan swung the Demonic Sword Apophis, its ghastly light flashing as it cleaved downward!

The assassin rolled, only to find evasion impossible. He had no choice but to raise his dagger to meet the blow head-on.

With a deafening clang, a shockwave vibrated up his arm, nearly numbing his hand. He tried to use the rebound force to flee, but he felt his soul was pinned by that terrifying eye, compelling him to meet the enemy's next strike.

Fang Senyan slashed three times in rapid succession. The assassin felt his arm cease to obey him, the numbness spreading into his upper torso!

Knowing he couldn't sustain this, he gritted his teeth and willingly allowed Fang Senyan to strike his chest. As blood sprayed, the assassin's dagger carved a scarlet cross in the air.

The crimson color was deep, so deep it seemed to form its own distinct world. The assassin immediately rolled into the heart of that bloody cross and vanished!

A pale yellow slip of paper fluttered from where he stood—a bizarre paper effigy, its face identical to the assassin’s. A gaping wound marred its chest, looking twisted and spectral.

It seemed to have absorbed the brunt of the attack before dissipating. Fang Senyan suddenly halted.

He sensed the assassin’s presence hadn't vanished but was now lying in wait around him. The aura was long, sinuous, threadlike, faint yet persistent, coiling around him, ready to strike at any moment!

Simultaneously, Fang Senyan felt four immensely powerful auras charging toward him from a distance, locking onto him long before they arrived! He knew his priority wasn't to linger in a fight but to regroup with his teammates.

However, the team channel confirmed that they were currently inside Noah Space E. It was already a major feat that his Noah Space C's Flesh Armor could fully suppress the environment's influence.

Those invading always faced specific constraints in some areas. This wasn't reflected in a direct reduction of combat power, but rather in the way the "airstrike" of Contract Holders was largely fragmented.

This "fragmentation" meant isolation. Noah Space E could interfere with senses, creating a situation where no matter how much one walked, they seemed unable to cover any distance.

This way, even if one saw an ally struggling in a distant fight and tried to help, they appeared to be making no progress, unable to reach them. Breaking this situation wasn't difficult: they just needed to perform the core duty demanded by Noah Space C—unleash destruction and slaughter.

Once destruction reached a certain threshold, an energy weakness would appear, cutting off the local energy supply, allowing escape from the immobilization. This was, in fact, a desperate, self-destructive defense by the panicked Noah Space E.

It had realized its enemies weren't bluffing; the loophole in the Creator’s rules had truly been found! Yes, it concerned the Contract Holders belonging to the space itself!

Due to the mechanisms allowing Contract Holders to switch allegiance between spaces, the Creator's filter couldn't eradicate every single one; it could only confirm threat based on expressed hostility. This loophole wouldn't normally be an issue, because even if a few Contract Holders managed to infiltrate a Noah Space, the will of that space alone would be enough to erase them, let alone the large contingent of Contract Holders already inside.

The Creator had never conceived a scenario where one Noah Space would be so thoroughly suppressed by another that it couldn't raise its head, potentially leading to its internal Contract Holders being ranked a tier lower! Thus, although Noah Space E's interference and lag were highly effective, they were being paid for with a crippling toll on its own essence.

And for Fang Senyan, was simultaneously dealing with a Contract Holder who was also a Blitzer, plus a heavily wounded assassin, truly that difficult? Fang Senyan smirked and retrieved an item purchased after the conclusion of his last world—a potent injection capable of temporarily elevating his rank: the Gold Main Quest Unique Reward: Etnazuo-Krukar-Lu Ion Complex High-Energy Injector Type III!

As he plunged the gleaming golden syringe into his neck, driving the quicksilver-like substance deep into his body, Fang Senyan felt not pain, but an indescribable euphoria. A voice, originating from nowhere, whispered close to his ear: You have reached the threshold of unleashing your maximum power.

However, possessing power does not equate to using it correctly. Think of giving the same sum of money to different people: one might become a millionaire, another might barely break even, and yet another might squander it all.

Therefore, you require the power of an Executor! An Executor can allocate their strength with the utmost precision to where it is most needed!

The site of Fang Senyan's transformation was the third eye in the center of his forehead! Now temporarily promoted to Executor, he instantly felt countless translucent, colorless tendrils, varying in length, emerge from this eye, like sponges in water.

These sensory filaments bypassed the five senses, feeding back the surrounding environment with perfect clarity. The assassin, previously invisible to the naked eye, was now completely exposed to these intangible feelers!

"Blood Pressure: Normal." "Heart Rate: Ninety beats per minute." "Blood loss exceeds one-third of normal volume; body temperature has dropped to 35.9 degrees Celsius." "Right-hand muscle density is 1.7 times that of the left, meaning all threatening attacks are expected to originate from the right hand." "His hiding space is unstable; the most volatile point is located 3.14 meters away." "Among the four approaching individuals, one aura is familiar—it should be that Cardinal who previously clashed with me..." As he processed this cascade of information, Fang Senyan suddenly stepped left. Simultaneously, he discarded the lethally powerful Demonic Sword Apophis and manifested a weapon he hadn't used in ages: the gleaming silver monkey wrench acquired in the StarCraft world!

By doing this, he actually moved slightly farther away from the assassin. Then, Fang Senyan dropped to one knee and slammed a fist into the ground!

Flesh and fluid erupted, turning the smooth, pristine floor into a gruesome tableau of mixed organic matter and machinery. Next, Fang Senyan raised the wrench and brought it down hard on a protruding mechanical structure below.

This strike fully utilized the wrench's extreme characteristic against mechanical devices: damage against any mechanical creature was guaranteed to increase by 200%, and half of the theoretical damage would convert to True Damage! After this blow, Fang Senyan immediately rolled clear.

The spot struck by the silver wrench was a critical junction. Terrifying arcs of electrical energy shot out, sweeping the surroundings like frenzied pythons.

One electrical discharge swept directly over the subspace where the assassin was concealed. The assassin was violently ejected, utterly dishevelled, and suffered significant damage as his subspace collapsed.

When he finally stabilized himself after the explosion, an incomparably sharp edge, imbued with hunger and delight, pressed against his throat—it was Apophis, remanifested. With a gentle swipe, this relentlessly difficult Blitzer, often nicknamed the Servant of Death, was thrown into a near-death state.

Though he teleported away, he was quickly finished off by subsequent bleed damage... In killing him, Fang Senyan performed only three actions: striking the ground before him, hitting Noah Space E with the wrench, and executing a light slash.

He didn't even use Annihilation; most of the assassin’s health was depleted by the violent turbulence generated when his hiding subspace imploded! "So that's how it is...

Is this the true meaning of an Executor? A terrifying expert skilled in utilizing the most effective methods of combat.

Their raw power might not be vastly different from a Blitzer’s, but their martial technique is worlds apart!" Fang Senyan tilted his head back, drawing deep breaths of the thick, bloody air—the mixture of the Noah Space’s bodily fluids and Contract Holder blood. It was as exhilarating as a powerful stimulant and as addictive as a narcotic.

Sensing the four powerful auras in the distance, he suddenly recalled the near-desperate situation he and Aziz faced when cornered by the Cardinal's clone in the past, and an indescribable excitement and anticipation inevitably rose in his heart! "Come then!" Fang Senyan gazed into the distance, his eyes hazy, using his sensory filaments to taste everything around him.

With a voice that sounded almost incandescent, he muttered excitedly, "What a thrilling encounter. Aziz, that bastard, must be intensely jealous of my good fortune!"

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