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The other party had no intention of responding to his rosy fantasies, instead giving his answer in the simplest way possible.

"'Flame Saint'? Sadly, he no longer belongs to this era. All of you, who have survived on his misguided mercy, shall vanish—"

Earlier, the "Red Sun Knight" had appeared on the eastern flank of the gorge, behind the main camp of the Flame Sand Army. However, by the time he finished speaking, his figure had already arrived on the stone bridge side, standing proudly before the tribal warriors. He lightly waved the sword of wrath "Ten Realms Crimson Lotus" in his left hand, drawing it down in front of him. The sword's crystal hilt, about the length of his forearm, emitted a sharp, concentrated red light. This light carved a several-hundred-meter-long sword mark on the desert in front of the two armies. Immediately after, the violent flame power contained within the sword energy erupted, causing the sand along the sword mark to surge dozens of meters high. The intensely hot flames engulfed the sand, transforming it into a red tide that surged toward the stunned tribal warriors, threatening to annihilate everything in its path.

The power of the "Saint Domain" reigns supreme across the world. Regardless of a Sword Saint's intelligence or abilities, once they act, it is always an extraordinary miracle beyond ordinary people's imagination. This sword strike had transcended the realm of normal martial arts, representing the Flame Saint's unrestrained expenditure of power from the Sea of Star Souls. If unchecked, the entire Hanos Tribe would be buried under the scorching sand wave, with no chance of survival.

Jin Luosha had been leading the charge, and now found herself at the forefront of the battlefield. Facing the heat wave for the first time, the young girl holding the spear instinctively stepped back, hesitating whether to reveal her powerful light magic to counter the attack. However, a massive dark magical fluctuation emanating from behind her quickly dispelled her doubts, as Chen Xuanfeng had already taken action.

"Lilin, fall back," Chen Xuanfeng called out the girl's alias, then spread his hands towards the flaming sand wave in the distance, loudly reciting the incantation to the Dark Demon God: "More despairing than the mist, more pristine in void than winter snow, spirit bound by the chains of causality, please intercept the tide of time for me, sever the confinement of space, and draw the absolute dividing line in the starry ocean, in the name of the Nightmare Demon Emperor Dilan Rosie Lu, Obscurity—Wailing Wall—"

Chen Xuanfeng's dark magic was entirely derived from the contract he had made with the Dark Demon Gods. In other words, he did not actually possess dark magic within him; he merely held a high-level permission to borrow power from numerous Dark Demon Gods. This allowed him to skip the cumbersome process normal mages went through to integrate their spiritual and magical powers, condense elements, and more. As long as he gathered enough mental focus and recited the correct incantation, he could smoothly use magic. The trade-off between gaining and losing was not a loss.

At that moment, he was reciting the incantation for the powerful tenth-level dark defensive magic, "Wailing Wall," to resist the Red Sun Knight's attack. As Chen Xuanfeng's voice rang out, a massive grey light wall, stretching a kilometer long and hundreds of meters high, sprang up in front of Jin Luosha, shielding the entire tribal army behind it. This light wall had almost no thickness but was unexpectedly strong. The incoming sand wave crashed against it but could not shake the grey dividing line at all. On either side of the wall, a surreal scene unfolded: towering sand waves and raging flames on one side, serene calm on the other.

A tenth-level magic derived from a Demon God was not to be trifled with. It not only possessed astonishing power but also contained countless variations, having been refined to perfection without flaws. The "Red Sun Knight" Hein Tirad had initially planned to bypass the obstructing wall and slay the troublesome "mage." However, as his figure instantly moved around the kilometer-long wall, the "Wailing Wall" changed accordingly. No matter where he moved, the grey magic wall extended to that spot, including the sky and underground. After several attempts to probe left, right, up, and down, Hein Tirad not only failed to get closer to Chen Xuanfeng but also caused the "Wailing Wall" to completely envelop the Hanos Tribe.

Indeed, while the Sword Saint was immensely powerful, tenth-level magic, second only to forbidden spells, also held incredible strength. In terms of sheer power, each tenth-level magic far exceeded the attack power of a "Divine Weapon Sword Saint." However, if comparing the actual combat effectiveness of the two, the Sword Saint's advantage remained unshakable. Even a mage with the deepest reserves of magic could only sustain two or three tenth-level magics, whereas the power of a Sword Saint was infinite, lasting for days without any sign of weakening. Additionally, Sword Saints could easily dodge concentrated magical attacks, and broad-range spells couldn't penetrate their protective battle aura. Defensive magics might temporarily resist a Sword Saint, but they couldn't withstand the endless erosion of a Sword Saint's infinite power.

The situation remained unchanged. Frustrated by his inability to bypass the "Wailing Wall," Hein Tirad roared in anger, determined to launch a direct assault.

"Damn mage, do you think you can resist me with such a turtle shell?"

He chose the same ultimate technique he had used a month ago. The light of the "Ten Realms Crimson Lotus" changed again, expanding into a light curtain, with countless flame blades emerging and slashing toward Chen Xuanfeng and the protected tribal army. Although lacking the assistance of the Sword Saint's "domain," the onslaught was unrelenting and endless.

"Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang—"

The explosions echoed on the outer layer of the "Wailing Wall," causing the tribal warriors within to turn pale as huge flames erupted. Everyone knew that if the wall broke, there would be no chance of survival. Although Chen Xuanfeng's magic wall was still holding steady, it was clearly beginning to show ripples under the continuous impact of the endless flame blades, dissipating the immense shockwaves and explosions to maintain its integrity. Once the magic's capacity reached its limit, it would inevitably become a contest of raw power between the two forces, and even the mighty tenth-level magic could not hope to withstand the Sword Saint's boundless energy forever.