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As for how the other party managed to deceive the frontline intelligence personnel, how they penetrated the layers of magical surveillance networks, and how they infiltrated the human world, it no longer mattered to Hein. What mattered was how he could seek the greatest chance of survival in this desperate situation.

So he took a step forward and asked loudly, "I am Hein, the White Night Knight of the Radiant Temple. May I ask if the 'Holy War Emperor' has arrived?"

He sought to discern Katherine's intentions and boundaries, aiming to devise a strategy to counter her. After all, he was not like Heinrad, who only knew how to fight and kill recklessly. His diplomatic skills and strategic acumen were quite advanced.

However, unfortunately, the other party did not intend to give him any room to maneuver.

Katherine only gave him two simple words: "Engage."

In the next moment, Katherine's figure appeared ten meters in front of Hein. She took a step forward, not drawing her sword, but simply swung her right hand, clad in mithril gauntlets, in a straightforward punch.

The punch was neither swift, nor brutal, nor complex—it was a simple, direct strike.

However, when the White Night Knight Hein faced this punch, it was as if he was confronting the dragon's might of a group of golden dragons. His face turned completely pale, for only a Sword Saint like him could sense the terror of this punch. Through the energy tide fluctuations of the Sea of Star Souls, he could clearly feel the vast power behind this punch and the even more overwhelming will that surpassed that power—a supreme majesty akin to that of an ancient golden titan.

The Six Supreme Arts of the Emperor—Fist Supreme—Infinite Army-Shattering Blast.

He was unable to even summon his divine weapon. He could only flash his body, teleporting a hundred meters behind him, using the distance and the dense formation of soldiers to block and dissipate the force of Katherine's punch. As long as he could buy himself a moment of respite, he could employ his techniques and calmly respond.

However, when his figure appeared a hundred meters away, what he saw was still Katherine's mithril-clad fist, now right in front of him. The power contained in that fist had not weakened in the slightest despite Katherine having traversed a hundred meters through the army formation. Instead, it had layered and accumulated, surging like a tidal wave.

Unable to block, unable to stop, unable to dodge—this absolute dominance was the essence of the "Emperor's Fist Supreme."

Dodge,

Dodge again,

Dodge a third time,

And dodge once more.

He kept dodging.

Hein was on the verge of despair. Although the lunar attribute "Teleportation" of his cultivated aura, known as "Shadow of the Gods," no longer had a cooldown under the propulsion of Sword Saint-level aura, and he didn't have to worry about running out of aura, teleportation was not the same as running. No matter how skilled one was, there was still a mental positioning process before teleporting. If the landing point overlapped with something, teleportation simply couldn't be activated.

At Hein's level of cultivation, teleportation was almost instinctive. Otherwise, when he fought Chen Xuanfeng, he wouldn't have been able to teleport all over the place like a madman while simultaneously launching fierce attacks. But people couldn't be compared. No matter how strong Chen Xuanfeng was, he was only a Sword Empress. The Katherine before him was the "Holy War Emperor." The sheer mental pressure, like mountains and seas, was already pushing Hein to the brink of collapse. Moreover, he was now in the midst of a chaotic battlefield with tens of thousands of soldiers, not the empty square from before. Countless soldiers had become obstacles to his positioning. Although the marching formation had stretched into a long line, and he could avoid the crowd by changing direction, he still needed the human wall to block Katherine. On top of that, in the face of Katherine's direct and overwhelming fist, he truly had no energy to spare to change direction. He could only teleport in a straight line, over and over again.

Hein kept teleporting backward, while Katherine, relying on her Saint-level aura that rivaled the "Dragon Saint," displayed a speed that would make even the eagle tribe and leopard clan of the orcs ashamed. The momentum of her punch was unceasing, and her steps seemed to shrink the ground, allowing her to cover a hundred meters in a single stride. Although the power in her fist was invisible to ordinary people, it was definitely not something anyone could ignore. The concentrated will, skill, and power in her punch, though not outwardly released, still formed a powerful circular force field with a diameter of ten meters. Any soldier who entered this field would immediately be crushed into a pulp by the immense pressure, akin to the depths of the ocean, along with their armor, weapons, and mounts. Yet, not a drop of blood would spill. If not for the fact that their exchange was as swift as lightning, leaving the surrounding soldiers no time to react, this terrifying display of power would have been enough to make even the bravest desert warriors lose their will to fight.

With each teleportation, Hein felt Katherine's fist getting closer to his nose. With each retreat, he felt the power in that fist grow stronger. This sense of crisis, as if a colossal Beamon were poised to crush him beneath its massive foot, pushed Hein's spirit to its limit. But he could only keep retreating. However, he knew he still had a chance. He was waiting, waiting for the moment when Katherine's punch reached its peak.

After all, Katherine was not the "War Saint" Leimen. Although she could unleash power several times greater than Hein's, she could not control such immense power as perfectly as Leimen. So, as the power of this punch continued to accumulate, there would inevitably come a moment when it would slip from Katherine's control. At that moment, Katherine would have no choice but to release the power. If Katherine's opponent were someone else, they might still not escape. But Hein was different. He knew how to teleport. As long as he seized the moment when Katherine gathered her energy to release the punch, he would have a chance to escape the attack's range.

The only question was, could he wait until that moment?

Hein didn't know.

But fortunately, he really did wait for it.

After the two of them had almost traversed several miles of the army formation, Katherine's punch finally reached its peak. It suddenly condensed inward and then exploded outward. Hein took advantage of this brief moment to finally change direction, moving sideways and breaking free from Katherine's pursuit. Once he was out of the range of Katherine's punch, he immediately summoned his divine weapon, the Holy Lance Quenelion, and prepared to engage Katherine in a proper fight. With his teleportation skills and Sword Saint prowess, he believed he could still escape from this incredibly powerful female Sword Saint. Moreover, for years, the Supreme Dragon Saint had been in a standoff with Katherine. The news of Katherine's appearance here should have already been relayed by the mages. As long as he held out for a while, the Dragon Saint would personally invade the Fontainebleau territory, compelling Katherine to withdraw from the battlefield.