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So, in the next instant, a thick, searing white beam of light blasted straight into the "Moonriver Knight."

The overwhelming force, more than double his own, instantly drowned the young desert noble. The sheer gap in power left Carol with no ability to resist, catapulted backward by the blast, leaving a scorched trench hundreds of meters long in its wake. Fortunately, Jin Luosha knew her combat skills paled in comparison to his, and with only a split second to act, she opted for an area-effect magical attack. Combined with Carol’s natural defensive prowess, though he was left bleeding from his ears and nose, with one arm’s bones nearly shattered, he avoided fatal injury.

Having struck successfully, Jin Luosha had no time to press the attack. She turned and rushed back into the city, ignoring the other battlefields, flying straight to the top of Qingcheng Fortress. There, she inverted her grip on the "Holy Spear Quinilon" and, trailing comet-like flames, slammed it down toward the black spherical window left by the "Dragon Soul Space."

"Whoooom—"

There was no collision. The blazing white spear and the pitch-black orb passed through each other like reflections in a mirror, their opposing energies merely causing ripples in each other’s light and shadow.

This outcome was entirely unexpected for Jin Luosha. Disbelieving, she swung the double-bladed spear again—only to achieve the same result.

"Don’t bother trying. The ‘Dragon Soul Space’ invoked by the Dragon Saint is a self-contained dimensional space. Unless your power exceeds his by twofold, you won’t break it from inside or out." Just as Jin Luosha was about to attempt again, Xi Luo’s voice rang out behind her.

"What’s there to gloat about? Bullying a pregnant mother—you people are despicable!" Jin Luosha’s face flushed with fury as she lashed out at Xi Luo while berating him.

"You, a traitor to humanity, have no right to judge us!" Xi Luo retorted without backing down, his "Heroic Sword" shifting through five-colored glow as he forcefully parried her attacks.

Xi Luo’s own strength only reached Sword Emperor level. It was only by wielding the "Heroic Sword," restored with five seals, that he could unleash techniques rivaling or surpassing those of young Sword Saints. But his sustained combat power was ultimately lacking. Similarly, Jin Luosha’s phantom beast fusion had a time limit. By the time the glow on Xi Luo’s crystal sword began to dim, Jin Luosha was also forced to dispel her angelic armor.

At that moment, the injured Carol arrived. The two elite human youths joined forces against the now-separated Jin Luosha and Scarlett, precipitating another stalemate.

The battle had once again reached a deadlock.

Meanwhile, as time passed, the situation within the Dragon Soul Space was gradually clarifying.

Catherine leaned on her sword, half-kneeling on the ground. Blood dripped steadily from her shattered mithril armor, her body riddled with twenty to thirty wounds. Her left arm and right leg were torn open, dripping with blood, her once-neatly tied golden hair now disheveled and wild. Only her abdomen remained unscathed, and the "Covenant Sword" in her right hand still shone with undimmed radiance.

"Impressive. Even now, you maintain unshakable resolve, without a hint of hesitation or retreat. Truly worthy of inheriting the title of ‘Martial Emperor.’ But this is where it ends, ‘Holy War Martial Emperor.’ Bid farewell to this world—along with your child." The Dragon Saint’s low voice echoed through the Dragon Soul Space like a harbinger of doom.

"Hah... hah... hah..." Catherine took several deep breaths before rising again, declaring defiantly, "Don't celebrate prematurely… It’s not over yet…"

"Oh? Perhaps you still have fight left in you. But I have a secret technique to double my power once more—*Dragon Soul Possession*!" With a roar, the phantom form of the Demon Dragon King coiled beside him suddenly shrank before lunging onto his back, merging with the dragon-shaped shadow already clinging to him. A surge of majestic, overwhelming black power flooded into the Dragon Saint’s body, his veins bulging violently as if myriad serpents squirmed beneath his skin. "Heh… hah… hah… Even Leimen chose to retreat before this move. Today, I shall send you off with my ultimate power!"

"In your dreams… Covenant Sword: Sword of Victory—!"

As the two Sword Saints within the space unleashed their final, strongest strikes, a blood-curdling, feral howl tore through the clouds above Fontainebleau.

Simultaneously, a platinum lightning blade split the sky, descending from the heavens.

Heroic Werewolf Scroll – Chapter 89: Flowers Drift, Blood Flows

The platinum lightning blade of the "Sword of Divine Punishment" was hailed as "that which nothing in this world can withstand."

Of course, that was just a boast. Higher-tier divine artifacts could resist its destruction with their laws' domains, and the time-locking secret arts of the Twelve Sages in the "Emperor’s Heroic Sword" could similarly defy its power. Even so, this divine blade remained one of the sharpest weapons in existence—apart from laws and time, nothing, be it space, soul, or anything else, could escape its edge.

The "Dragon Soul Space" was no exception.

The Sword of Divine Punishment, wreathed in platinum lightning, descended from the clouds. Though not held by its master, it still flew freely through the air—thanks to Chen Xuanfeng’s unique qi sword-control technique, allowing him to launch the divine blade from kilometers away to shatter the Dragon Soul Space and rescue his wife. From the magical missives sent by Fontainebleau, he had grasped the general flow of the battle. Thus, in his desperate rush back via teleportation array, he hurled the divine blade from afar.