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This is clearly the "momentum." With just the power condensed in this single blade, Demon King Chen Xuanfeng manifested a "momentum" capable of rivaling that of a typical Divine Blade Sword Saint.

In the face of such immense power, the magic shells fired by the Tower of Babel seemed pitifully weak, like a lizard confronting a dragon—utterly disproportionate. Upon contact, they were instantly absorbed without the slightest resistance, merely swelling the size of the black colossal orb.

"Disaster! It's 'Apocalyptic Birth'! Change attack mode—activate the Infinite Radiance Hub, switch to pure energy beam emission, release all limiters, FIRE—!" The lead mage, seeing the compressed energy shells ineffective, immediately issued new orders.

In that instant, the entire Tower of Babel emitted a harmonic resonance. From base to summit, its pure white structure suddenly radiated a golden glow, transforming in a flash into twenty-one golden rings. Then, a vast surge of azure energy erupted from the tower's base, shattering all twenty-one golden rings as it surged upward, converging among the 108 golden spikes at the tower's peak before erupting as an overwhelming torrent of lightning toward Chen Xuanfeng in the sky.

"Hah, knew you'd resort to this desperate final move." Facing this energy torrent dozens of times stronger than before, Chen Xuanfeng showed no surprise. With a firm grip, he drove the massive black orb downward to meet the lightning surge.

With a deafening ZZZT, the two colossal magical forces collided. The dark orb, propelled by the "Chaos Reborn: Royal Purple Cataclysm," voraciously devoured the Tower of Babel's azure lightning, swelling like a balloon—from a hundred meters in diameter to two hundred, then three hundred, expanding relentlessly. Yet, the blue lightning torrent was simply too vast. Even the dark orb's demonic power couldn't instantly consume all the energy unleashed by the tower. The excess energy exploded outward, slowing Chen Xuanfeng's descent.

"Just as Teacher Leimen's travel logs described—the tower's final gambit is to remove all limiters and directly channel the energy from the Font of Elements below." Chen Xuanfeng mused as he pressed his blade's momentum, observing the tower's operation. "This power is indeed formidable. Legends say this elemental source connects not only to the veins of the entire Central Desert but also to the Starry Abyss and elemental planes—truly infinite. But while the energy may be boundless, the vessel is not invincible. Even a legendary divine armament couldn't endure such a colossal output. As massive as the Tower of Babel is, I’m curious how long it can last under this strain."

As Chen Xuanfeng predicted, the entire tower trembled violently under the energy surge, structural fragments disintegrating from its surface. Clearly, the tower was operating beyond its limits—how long it could endure was anyone's guess. Yet, the longer the energy torrent persisted, the greater its output, further slowing the dark orb's descent—and intensifying the strain on the tower.

But the mages inside the tower and the imperial royals in the city below had already begun to despair. Even the tower's maximum output couldn't overpower the Silver-Haired Wolfman Sword Saint. What did endurance matter now? Destruction was inevitable. Worse, the dark orb had now swollen to five hundred meters in diameter. Should it fall, not just the tower but all of Shattered Star Abyss would be obliterated.

From a distance, the scene was surreal. At the base of Shattered Star Abyss's walls, beastmen and human soldiers clashed amid billowing smoke. Above, the Tower of Babel was engulfed in blue radiance, its peak firing a lightning beam millions of times brighter and thicker than the tower itself. At the beam's apex, a monolithic sphere—now hundreds of meters wide—descended with thunderous inevitability.

Just as the orb loomed within a hundred meters of the tower's peak, when all hope seemed lost for those below...

A spherical barrier of eight colors materialized above the tower, halting the now seven-hundred-meter-wide dark orb.

This was... the Eight-Colored Realm.

The savior was none other than the young Pope of the Light God Church—Xi Luo.

Even without looking, Chen Xuanfeng knew who had interrupted his battle. Long before launching this assault on Shattered Star Abyss, he'd known he would face this disciple, bound to him by fate, as they had countless times before.

"Hmph. Knew you'd come to meddle, my dear Pupil-Pope."

"Beast King Xuanfeng, this time I *will* stop your atrocities!"

"I’ve been waiting for you to intercept this strike. I sensed your spatial translocation the moment you arrived. Did you really think I’d waste 'Chaos Reborn: Royal Purple Cataclysm' just to flatten Shattered Star Abyss?"

As Chen Xuanfeng spoke, the dark orb continued its descent. Xi Luo's Eight-Colored Realm, channeled through the Hero Sword, could normally expand kilometers wide, but now it was compressed to under a kilometer for maximum durability. Yet even this was no match for the orb, which had absorbed untold energy from the tower, forcing the realm to buckle layer by layer. After all, a realm's strength lay within, not at its borders—no matter how fortified, it couldn't rival the orb's accumulated might.

"Damn you! Whatever scheme you’ve concocted, today ends here!" Xi Luo's voice rang from within the realm. Suddenly, the eight-colored barrier shifted, condensing into only black and white—intertwining like a yin-yang helix. These opposing forces of light and dark interacted, gradually pushing back the "Chaos Reborn: Royal Purple Cataclysm."

"Oh? You’ve mastered dual-polarity elemental manipulation? Then let’s see your true limits—*after* you survive this!"

With those words, Chen Xuanfeng's blade transformed. Infinite dark energy contracted violently, compressing the seven-hundred-meter orb entirely into the six-foot blade of the Tiger's Soul Greatblade, turning it pitch black. The condensed energy made the cursed greatblade roar like a tiger—only Chen Xuanfeng's Sainthood-level control prevented instant detonation. Without hesitation, he pointed the blade downward. With a thunderous BOOM, the pure black greatblade blasted a gaping hole in the black-and-white realm. The silver-haired wolfman, blade in hand, breached Xi Luo's domain.