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Chen Xuanfeng, quick to seize the opportunity and retreat, had already withdrawn before the Floating City began to rise. However, the other battling orcs were not so fortunate. At least seventy thousand orc warriors were trapped within the Floating City, facing the suddenly enhanced human warriors and the intense bursts of Radiant Divine Power attacks from all directions. They suffered heavy casualties in a short time, with only a few thousand warriors who were originally stationed at the periphery and received Chen Xuanfeng's cover managing to escape in time.

"It's actually the Floating City? What a monumental feat!" Chen Xuanfeng exclaimed in awe while continuously retreating.

The massive white city slowly rose, gradually revealing its lower structures, which opened countless gun ports. Reversed turrets rained down various types of magical artillery shells onto the orc positions below. Chen Xuanfeng, employing his full arsenal of sword and blade techniques, could only protect a portion of the orc army behind him as they retreated.

When the Floating City ascended to a height of several thousand meters, it finally came to a halt. All the holy light suddenly converged towards the direction of the old Saint Spirit Mountain gate. Countless rays of light seemed to merge into a colossal white sun, radiating a dazzling brilliance.

Facing the intense, sun-like radiance, only a few orc experts, including Chen Xuanfeng, could shield their eyes with their power and clearly see the scene within. At the core of the light, an elderly man with white hair held a dark golden scroll, majestically overlooking the orc army below.

The Pope, Paul VIII.

Before the orc experts could react, Paul VIII extended his right hand, pointing his index finger towards the center of the orc army, and declared with authority, "The Lord says: The Kingdom of Heaven is near, and you must repent!"

As these words were spoken, a golden light rapidly condensed in front of the Pope's index finger, then a tremendous force akin to a nuclear explosion surged forth, causing the golden light to expand violently. It soon detached from the Pope's finger and, before flying a few hundred meters, had already swelled into a massive, spherical golden star, trailing a fiery and electric wake as it descended upon the orcs.

"Powerful... incredibly powerful," Chen Xuanfeng murmured, frowning as he gazed at the descending golden star. He could clearly sense the immense power contained within the star, surpassing even the combined might of his "Snowragon's Fall" sword technique or the "Chaos Reopening Purple Calamity" unleashed with the Tiger's Soul Blade. Although it did not reach the boundless power of a forbidden spell or the Six-Star Demon-Slaying Array, it was more than enough to collapse half of Saint Spirit Mountain upon impact.

...Damn it, how did this human become so powerful? Although he still falls short of Old Man Leimen, he has far surpassed Dragon Saint and Catherine. He could easily handle several of the older generation's sword saints. But if he had such power back then, how could I have possibly stolen the "Doomsday Horn" from the temple, and how could the King of the Undead have escaped from his grasp? This is utterly perplexing...

Despite his many questions, Chen Xuanfeng remained motionless, as he had already retreated to the central army, with Orc King Samantha not far from him. After all, this war had been orchestrated by the Orc King, who had made all the decisions regarding the enemies they would face and the contingency measures to be taken. Facing such an unnaturally powerful Pope, it was only natural for Samantha, the orcs' top expert, to step forward. If Samantha couldn't withstand the Pope, Chen Xuanfeng's current strength would be of no use.

Sure enough, as the golden star approached, another, even more brilliant golden light surged up to meet it. The two distinct golden energies collided violently a hundred meters above the orc army, erupting in a thunderous explosion. Visible shockwaves radiated from the collision, spreading in all directions and affecting an area spanning dozens of kilometers.

The golden light from below was Samantha's "Emperor Martial Overlord Art" combat energy. Her entire body radiated a golden light more dazzling than the sun, making it impossible even for Chen Xuanfeng to discern the details within. He could only sense the immense combat energy, which was no less powerful than the golden Radiant Divine Power pressing down from the Pope above. After a fierce struggle, the two colossal forces exploded violently, propelling a colossal shockwave skyward, dispersing the clouds within a hundred-kilometer radius in an instant. However, the orc army, protected by the Orc King's power and the combined strength of numerous orc experts, only suffered a temporary disarray without significant casualties. The temple in the sky, with its massive structure and layered magical barriers, remained utterly unfazed.

As the light dissipated, the figure of Samantha that emerged left the observing orc warriors in shock.

"Hey, is today some kind of monster showdown?"

No wonder Chen Xuanfeng would ask such a question, for the Orc King indeed looked bizarre. Her once golden mane had turned completely silver-gray, her stature had grown by more than a head, and her muscles had become even more rugged and powerful, as if she had entered a berserk state. Most astonishingly, her left hand had grown at least three times larger, thicker than a thigh, with fingers reaching past her knees and nails as long as curved blades, already touching the ground. The entire arm was covered in silver fur, resembling—

The forelimb of a war Behemoth.

It was with this "hand" that she had just intercepted the Pope's attack.

However, nonetheless, he approached the War God Pope and asked in a low voice, "Your Holiness, didn't you tell me that the Orc King's magic core was of the ninth level? What has transpired here? Don't tell me another Behemoth clan has emerged among the orc tribes."

The old Pope slightly raised his head, gazing at the radiant Pope in the sky, and sighed, "That was a few years ago. You know, half a year ago, when King Samantha led her troops to Saint Spirit Mountain, she intended to swiftly eliminate this core stronghold of human resistance. However, she didn't expect the Pope to have doubled in strength. Before the army reached Saint Spirit Mountain, the Pope used the Divine Prophecy to ambush the King, causing a severe mental disturbance. And since the 'Emperor Martial Overlord Art' demands perfect harmony between spirit and power, the King had no choice but to temporarily withdraw and seek a way to resolve the disturbance."

"That... is the result?" Chen Xuanfeng pointed at Samantha's massive arm and asked.