"Violet Fire of Doushuai refines ten thousand beauties, the profound mystery of Bagua dispels heavenly demons! Haste as the law commands, Violet Fire of Doushuai and Bagua!" Before the black-haired youth could finish chanting, a massive Taiji diagram vaguely emerged from beneath his feet, its focal point aimed directly at the swirling Bagua flags that held Zhao Zhuikong captive. The Taiji diagram was wreathed in violet flames, poised to descend upon Zhao Zhuikong below the moment the young man uttered the final word.

At that critical juncture, Zhao Zhuikong's gaze grew colder. By some unknown means, a short sword, just over seventy centimeters long, suddenly appeared in his hand. He slashed it towards the empty air, forcing the black-haired youth to quickly dodge several inches to the side. Even so, the youth's arm was strangely severed into two pieces. As the youth was about to pronounce the final character, a voice suddenly rang out from his embrace, instantly shattering the rhythm of his chant into utter ruin. Though he attempted to force the remaining words out, after a moment of stunned silence, he abruptly spat out a mouthful of dark blood, his face turning utterly ashen. His hand, however, moved from his embrace to retrieve a cell phone of ancient design.

"Hello? Yes, I understand. Give the phone to Adam. Yes, I’m not far from Dalaros Falls right now, but he is incredibly infuriating... Understood." After speaking, the one-handed black-haired youth tossed the phone toward Zhao Zhuikong, who remained caught within the formation. Zhao Zhuikong caught it without ceremony, a smile returning to his face. He brought the phone to his ear. "Hello, is that Adam? Long time no see. Thank you for letting my East Asia team go last time; otherwise, I would have been short two nannies to clean up trash." A calm male voice emanated from the phone. "I don't want to say much else. Zheng Zha must die. I assume you've encountered the Demon Reincarnation Squad. If so, one demon of that intensity is sufficient. Two would likely cause even you trouble? That's all I have to say. If you insist on indulging in the aesthetics of manipulation, you can kill Luo Yinglong right now. After all, as long as his True Essence remains, he can resurrect in the 'Main God' space. However, the moment I see Luo Yinglong's True Essence fly back into my Qiankun Mirror, it will signify that you have declared war on our Celestial Team. Even if I spare the other three squads, I will use every fiber of my power to kill you first. Though the demon wasn't killed, your power is not far behind!" "Is that so."

Zhao Zhuikong’s face adopted a thoughtful expression. After a long pause, he chuckled, "I cannot die right now. Not until my precious little Apple is ripe, I absolutely cannot die. So, how about this: at least until the defense line of the Just Selection Capital is secured, you cannot move against him. His combat power sustains the deaths of the Central Continent Team, and my lovely little fruit is on that team.

If he is killed before then, my lovely little fruit might be troubled. That is my bottom line. If you refuse, you will see the sight of that beautiful True Essence taking flight."

Although Zhao Zhuikong stood on the ground while the black-haired youth, Luo Yinglong, hovered in mid-air, he spoke without hesitation as he delivered these words. Luo Yinglong’s face flushed violently, and he nearly attacked again instantly.

"Agreed. Additionally, I need to confirm something. I heard that besides the Demon, that man is also with the Central Continent Team. If possible, try to send me information regarding my status within the Celestial Team by midnight." "Otherwise, this World Reincarnation will be too dull." At this moment, the members of the Central Continent Team were naturally unaware of the events unfolding far away, not to mention the plight of the four members including Zero Point.

Meanwhile, Zheng Zha and the other five, accompanied by Aragorn and the other two, hurried along.

They absolutely had to catch up with the Orcs before they could settle down to rest, otherwise the Aya they held would likely be violated and eaten by them—that is, assuming the Southern Flame Continent Team hadn't already rescued Aya.

Thus, after several days of forced march, the distance between them and the Orcs grew steadily closer. The continuous trail of Orc corpses on the ground seemed to have become their marker.

When morning arrived on this day, the group had been traveling relentlessly for four days and four nights. Even Zheng Zha felt his body beginning to buckle. So, Aragorn reluctantly agreed to let everyone rest for three hours. Three hours later, just as the sun was rising, they would resume tracking the Orcs.

"A blood-red sun. It seems a great slaughter occurred nearby last night," Prince Legolas said, as he strung his bow, gazing at the distant rising sun.

Everyone looked weary. After four days and nights of continuous travel, they had barely slept, only eating and drinking. Yet, they still hadn't managed to catch the Orcs. It had to be admitted that the stamina and traversing ability of this band of Orcs were exceptionally formidable.

Once everyone was awake and somewhat refreshed, Legolas distributed a small piece of Elven waybread to each person—Lembas, a spirit-sustaining foodstuff that one mouthful was enough to sate an adult. Aragorn then began checking on the condition of Boromir's frozen figure—a routine he performed daily. After that, he led the group forward again, following the tracks relentlessly.

They had now entered a boundless plain. According to the map, they had crossed into the territory of Rohan, the kingdom of the Horse-lords. This nation was known for breeding horses and fielding elite cavalry, ranking just below Gondor among the human kingdoms in terms of combat strength.

The group walked from morning until nearly noon, fatigue weighing heavily on everyone. Just then, the sound of a horse neighing suddenly reached them from not far away. Everyone started, for following that sound came the continuous thunder of countless hooves—the sound of many horses running together.

To be safe, the group hid behind some large boulders and watched as a band of fierce iron cavalry thundered past them. They were an exceptionally elite cavalry unit. While the horses weren't as massive as the dire wargs' skeletal steeds, it was clear they were fine breeds. Although the quality of a warhorse depended on many factors besides size, for heavy shock cavalry, the size, protection, and momentum of the mount largely determined the strength of the charge. These horses possessed all three attributes.

"And their training is evident. They maintain a protective formation while moving," Chu Xuan remarked casually when Zheng Zha asked about the strength of this cavalry force.

Zheng Zha nodded. "Then only one question remains: do they use Dou Qi in this region? If they do, the combat effectiveness of this army would be terrifyingly high."

As the two were speaking, the cavalry swept past them. There were about five hundred riders. Besides the armed soldiers, the cavalry unit was also leading some riderless mounts. Once the main body of riders passed, Aragorn suddenly burst out from behind the boulders and shouted loudly toward the troop: "Brave riders of Rohan! Has something happened in Rohan? You look as if you've just survived an ambush!"

The quality of these riders was immediately apparent. When the leader at the front halted, the rest of the cavalry seemed to move by a single command, curving smoothly to position themselves behind their leader, their formation utterly unbroken. The leader looked at Aragorn, then led his riders charging toward where Aragorn stood.

Seeing this, Kimmy and the Elven Prince immediately rushed out, followed closely by Zheng Zha and the others.

These hundreds of riders surrounded the nine individuals from all sides, trapping them in the center. Compared to the sheer numbers of the cavalry, the nine looked insignificant. The surrounding riders then leveled their lances, pointing the tips directly at the chests of the nine. It was at this moment that a leader clad in silver-white armor rode forward.

The commander pulled the reins of his horse and coldly demanded, "Elf, Dwarf, Human, and a woman and a little girl—what are you doing here? Such a strange party entering Rohan. Tell me, what is your purpose!" The Dwarf, Kimmy, couldn't help but retort, "Tell us your name, Knight, and we will naturally tell you why we are here!" The leader gave Kimmy a cold look, then dismounted, walking directly up to the Dwarf. The height difference between them was stark. He spoke coldly, "If you grew just a little taller, I could simply lop off your head!" "Lop off your head?" Zheng Zha moved with incredible speed. The moment the leader finished speaking, his Tiger Soul blade was pressed against the Knight's neck, and he likewise asked in a chilling tone.