That beam of golden light struck the black-clad figure without hesitation. The dark-robed let out a sharp, piercing roar before abruptly stopping. A line of pure gold pierced straight through the figure's body before it could even react, leaving behind a brilliant golden trace exactly in the center of its form.

Only the corpse of the black-robed figure, its eyes still wide with terror, remained standing. A slight breeze swept by, and the corpse disintegrated with it, vanishing into countless particles in the air. It was at this precise moment that Mo Han, wielding the Holy Sword of Light, materialized beside the fallen figure.

The Golden Knights of the Church of Light, who had been frozen in shock, finally grasped the terrifying power of the Sword God. The black-robed figure, previously thought overwhelmingly powerful to them, could not withstand a single blow from Mo Han. The sheer terror of Mo Han's might was palpable. Realizing this, even the usually arrogant Golden Knights turned their gazes toward Mo Han, filled with awe and deep respect.

Just then, the other figures who had broken into the human camp clearly sensed the fate of their comrade. They let out fierce cries and converged on Mo Han's position, intent on avenging their fallen kin. Everywhere they passed,

Human soldiers attempting to block them were instantly cleaved in two. Even several of the Golden Knights of the Church of Light suffered wounds at the hands of these enraged.

At that moment, one of the shadowy figures, nearest to Mo Han, suddenly leaped upward, letting out a furious shout. The weapon in its hand carved countless sword energies through the air. These energies burst forth from the weapon in all directions, a torrent of sharp light that, had it struck the human soldiers below, would have surely caused catastrophic losses.

The ordinary soldiers below,

Their faces were already etched with fear. They were mere common soldiers.

How could they possibly withstand the battle energy released by a powerhouse approaching the level of a Sword Saint? If hit squarely by that energy, they would surely be reduced to pulp.

Just then, a seven-colored magical shield abruptly rose from beneath the. At the critical moment, it intercepted the torrent of battle energy surging toward the human troops. After a flurry of clashing sounds—ding ding dang dang—

All the battle energies were completely blocked by the prismatic magical shield.

It was then that an icy, profound voice traveled up accurately from below, piercing the's ears: "Your opponent is me, you clown of the."

Following this, a black silhouette, wrapped in swirling seven-colored magical light, shot up from below to meet the still suspended in mid-air.

"The Archmage."

The in the air cried out in shock, roaring, "Did you kill the several of our?" The black figure confronting the was none other than Bryce, who had been lurking in the shadows. Hearing the inquiry from his opponent,

Bryce merely snorted coldly. Although he knew Mo Han had been the one to eliminate those other, he still responded, "Indeed. You will soon join them."

Seeing Bryce appear, Mo Han felt a wave of relief. Confronting several simultaneously, even as someone who had mastered both the martial and magical arts (), he hadn't been entirely certain of victory.

While Mo Han was confident that these could not truly harm him, he worried that if they went into a frenzied state and turned their assault on the surrounding human soldiers, in the ensuing chaos, he wouldn't be able to manage all of them.

With Bryce’s arrival,

He could naturally share some of the pressure, minimizing potential losses.

Seeing Bryce engage, Mo Han immediately moved toward the other in a different direction, quickly intercepting two of them who were furiously slaughtering the allied human soldiers.

These were incredibly cunning and possessed superior agility, but they refused to engage in direct combat. They kept fleeing, slaying the human allied soldiers they encountered along the way. In mere moments, the number of human soldiers killed by their hands reached an astonishing several hundred.

This enraged the forces of the Church of Light who had been tracking them, spurring continuous furious roars. Yet, they simply could not intercept the enemy. None of the Church's personnel possessed the power to match these individually, and the enemy deliberately avoided them, targeting only the weaker human soldiers. Consequently, they could not halt the’s advance; in fact, they suffered significant casualties themselves, leaving the Church forces seething with impotent fury, able only to howl in frustration, completely helpless.

Simultaneously, one of the, Malivo, having just finished dispatching three allied soldiers opposite him, watched with a look of triumph as their bodies rapidly withered under the corrosive effects of his weapon.

But before the pleased expression could fully fade from Malivo's face, he suddenly felt an overwhelmingly powerful aura rushing toward him. It was instantly behind him, and under the pressure of this aura, his movements slowed drastically, rendering him incapable of evading the incoming strike.

Malivo knew clearly that even with his own strength, he could not generate such a potent aura. It must be a top-tier human expert who had arrived. Malivo was already aware, before entering the fray, that human ranks contained experts who had reached the legendary God-level strength. The one confronting him now possessed power far surpassing his own; besides that legendary human master, no one else could unleash such terrifying might.

Realizing this, Malivo’s expression shifted drastically. The instinct for survival compelled him to scream without restraint. Dark, evil mist instantly enveloped his entire body, and the weapon in Malivo’s hand lashed out toward his attacker with full force.

Malivo’s eyes only had time to register the appearance of a golden light before he heard a tremendous crash—peng! Under the force of that powerful blow, Malivo cried out wretchedly as his entire body was sent hurtling backward like a cannonball. Simultaneously, Malivo could no longer control himself, vomiting several mouthfuls of inky green blood into the air.

Given the significant gap in strength between Malivo and Mo Han, compounded by Malivo’s utter shock at having a God-level expert attack him without regard for formality, the resulting disparity was enormous. It was only due to Malivo’s own considerable inherent power, coupled with the life-preserving techniques of the, that he was not killed instantly by Mo Han.

Even so, Malivo was grievously wounded. Mo Han's battle energy was not easily neutralized; even with the’s secret protective arts, Malivo sustained serious injuries, losing more than half his combat capacity, unable to exert his true strength.

Having successfully executed the ambush and seeing Malivo heavily wounded, just as Mo Han prepared to press his advantage, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of danger surge from the depths of his heart. Without thinking, Mo Han instinctively swung the Sword of Creation in his hand, relying on his extraordinary senses, striking violently toward the empty space to his left.

With a faint ding sound, a long spear, completely black, materialized out of the seemingly empty void, precisely meeting and locking onto Mo Han’s Sword of Creation. Immediately afterward, a Knight, entirely encased in black armor, slowly emerged not far in front of Mo Han.

This Knight was covered from head to toe in a strange suit of armor inscribed with various magical runes. The obsidian armor exuded a faint, spectral glow. The only parts of the Knight exposed were a pair of eyes shining with eerie blue light, coldly fixed upon Mo Han.

Beneath the Knight’s feet, riding a bone dragon entirely blue in color, the Knight stood before Mo Han. Even the empty eye sockets of the bone dragon emitted a strange, ghostly blue light, staring at Mo Han with unconcealed hostility.

What astonished Mo Han most was that the aura radiating from this bone dragon was in no way weaker than the aura of the Dragon Race’s sovereign—the Golden Holy Dragon. Everyone knew that once a dragon was refined into a bone dragon, its inherent power would decrease to some extent due to physical limitations.

Yet, this blue bone dragon before him possessed such an intense presence. If it hadn't been transformed into a bone dragon, how terrifying must its original strength have been!

At this moment, the Knight’s lance, held in the black-armored Knight's grasp, was perfectly braced against Mo Han’s descending Sword of Creation. The previously indestructible Sword of Creation could not advance even an inch further when meeting this utterly black, deceptively ordinary-looking lance.

Just then, the black-armored Knight spoke in a raspy voice: "Human, you are powerful. It has been a long time since a human managed to see through my Spatial Domain. You are the second human to discern this domain. You must be Chen Mo Han, the first human rumored to have reached the God-level realm?"