Turbulent airflow mixed with a large amount of demon power, swirling rapidly around the Tyrant's Rampart Spear.

No words were necessary. Having accepted the demon power and memories through the shining Dice of Destiny, Li Ang naturally grasped the method of use.

He gripped the spear shaft with both hands, and countless plant vines extended from his feet, firmly rooting themselves in the soil.

Using the spear as a blade, he swung horizontally toward the energy blade.

Wherever it passed, the ground, fortified by the water gun, shattered into fragments like fragile glass, collapsing and disintegrating.

Boom!

The two streams of energy collided head-on, not canceling each other out, but rather penetrating each other, accelerating, and rotating,

forming a cyan energy sphere.

The plant vines extending from Li Ang's feet continuously cracked, and the ground beneath him trembled, dissolved, and turned to sand.

The sturdy Tyrant's Rampart Spear was bent into an arc under the immense pressure.

The essence of the Explosion Stream was to first use a massive amount of demon power to collide, creating a hurricane. Then, by understanding the flow of the opponent's aura, use the airflow of the hurricane to absorb the opponent's attack, turning it into a rotating current that reflects the attack back many times stronger.

"Hmm?"

Under Su Ni Sheng's slightly surprised gaze,

the soil beneath Li Ang's feet rapidly metallized. He used his toes in place of his hands to unleash alchemy, further solidifying the surrounding soil and stabilizing his stance.

Then, he used all his strength to wrench the Tyrant's Rampart Spear.

The energy sphere slowly moved toward the Wishing Machine, expanding little by little, until finally—it burst apart.

Cyan light bloomed layer upon layer like petals, shining brightly.

Ding Zhens, who stood in front of Horheim, felt the passive of the Turtle Shell Shield trigger once again,

but an endless gale swept over, and the Kui Cow mech was lifted high like a fallen leaf, slamming heavily against the wall.

His ears were filled with roaring,

and the cockpit was forcibly taken over by the intelligent AI, which lowered a black light-absorbing curtain to prevent the intense light from blinding the fragile pilot's eyes.

When the light dissipated,

the ground of the mountaintop cave was left with a deep, hemispherical pit like a meteorite crater. The mountain walls, previously cut by the energy blade, were once again heavily damaged.

The rock wall on the side of the group collapsed entirely, causing the teapot-shaped cave to tilt to that side, threatening to collapse at any moment.

Everywhere was scarred and devastated.

The Wishing Machine was also struck by the aftershock of the Explosion Stream. Its surface was charred and cracked, and a large piece of the outer metal plate on the left side had shattered, revealing the flickering electricity within, as well as some electronic components, like crystals, that did not exist in the real world.

But it still stood there, still refracting a faint light, maintaining Su Ni Sheng's illusory figure.

Her hands hung at her sides, her expression indifferent and cold, and even the simple dress she wore didn't move.

A sense of despair began to spread through the players' hearts.

Inside the cockpit, the black light-absorbing curtain automatically retracted.

Ding Zhens, who was dizzy from the crash, barely managed to control the Kui Cow mech to jump down from the wall. With trembling mechanical arms, he once again gripped the Turtle Shell Shield,

and stood in front of Horheim, whose expression was anxious as he continued to chant loudly.

Amberly, whose face was pale, and David, who was covered in wounds and constantly coughing blood, also walked in front of Horheim. The former planted his pirate scimitar on the ground and said, turning his face, "Big brother, can you chant a little faster..."

I want to too!

Horheim widened his eyes, roaring in his heart, the chanting of the incantation growing louder and louder.

Damn it, why is this incantation so long!

Snap.

Liu Wu Dai, expressionless, grabbed Li Ang, whose legs had sunk into the ground due to the impact of the Explosion Stream, flipped her hand, and stuffed a crystal bottle filled with pure white, glowing gas into Li Ang's hand.

Li Ang didn't even need to look to guess what kind of super-grade restorative elixir Liu Wu Dai had handed over.

He smiled and put the tattered Tyrant's Rampart Spear into his backpack, throwing the crystal bottle back to Liu Wu Dai.

"You don't need it?"

Liu Wu Dai frowned slightly. Half of the mask on her face had shattered, and the left side of her face had been cut by a fragment of the mask, leaving a wound that was seeping with light blood.

"Not yet."

Li Ang took a deep breath, and a series of slight explosions sounded within his bones and muscles. The plant vines binding his body slowly opened, rapidly consuming divine power while also healing the large and small hidden injuries.

"..."

Looking at the players who had regrouped, Su Ni Sheng's illusory figure frowned slightly.

She could sense that on the trench-coated man who was being protected by the others and chanting, there was a power that she greatly disliked brewing.

And the body of the dragon-headed, white-coated young man seemed to have undergone some kind of change, even giving her a faint sense of threat and stinging.

Need to interrupt.

Su Ni Sheng's illusory figure, without any emotional fluctuations, once again brought her two fingers together.

Her fingertips once again gathered airflow, rapidly absorbing the demon power and spiritual power that had not yet completely dissipated in the air at an exaggerated rate.

Only this time, she didn't create a narrow blade,

but rather, a willow-leaf-like throwing knife.

The travelers from another world in front of her were already at the end of their ropes. All she needed to do was kill the one chanting—she didn't think anyone could withstand the attack that was about to come.

Her two fingers slowly bent,

throw.

The willow-leaf knife instantly disappeared from Su Ni Sheng's fingertips.

The Kui Cow mech was inexplicably knocked away. The weapons in Amberly and David's hands made two crisp sounds in succession, as they were heavily knocked away by an invisible object—the speed of the willow-leaf throwing knife was so fast that they could only see a blur passing before their eyes.

Horheim's pupils suddenly constricted. He could feel the passive protective spells surrounding him gradually shattering layer by layer in the face of the willow-leaf knife piercing straight toward him.

The world before him gradually slowed down. He could see the shocked and astonished expressions on Amberly and David's faces, and he could see the qi flow on the willow-leaf throwing knife, but he didn't have time to react.

Bang!

At this moment, when no one could intervene, the third dirty bag tied to Horheim's side inexplicably burst open.

From the third bag that the three-armed monster Claude, and also the necromancer Finn, had entrusted to him,

rolled out a mass of moss-green fleshy sphere. The surface of the sphere was crisscrossed with ravines, vaguely forming a human face that was very similar to Claude's.

No, this was Claude.

A current seemed to flash through Horheim's mind.

Necromancers were best at blurring the boundaries between life and death. Claude had put a part of himself, or rather, a clone, in the third bag,

to be carried by the players, all the way from the dungeon to the Holy Mountain trial.

Claude, in his moss-green fleshy sphere state, had a ferocious expression. Facing the willow-leaf knife, he slowly opened his mouth and screamed silently—

a high-level necromantic spell, Banshee's Howl.