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As he entered the *Tomb of Heroes*, he happened to witness Xi Luo being blasted away by the pressure of a purple energy sphere. Three Holy Grail Knights—one crushed by dark forces, two severely wounded and collapsed—lay on the ground, while the Four High Priests staggered back, coughing blood. Unhindered, the *Chaos Rebirth Purple Calamity* surged forward like a wild stallion, crashing violently toward the center of the *Eternal Heroic Wheel.*

“For a thousand ages, the holy light—my heart lives forever—”

Emerging from the teleportation array right at the heart of the *Eternal Heroic Wheel*, Pope Paul VIII faced the roaring violet-black sphere head-on. Yet, he showed no concern. Chanting an incantation, he slammed his remaining left hand onto the ground, summoning an inverted skull into his grasp. Instantly, the skull met the dark sphere, now swollen to fifty meters in diameter.

Despite the vast difference in size, the two objects locked in a deadlock—the small skull artifact completely withstanding the colossal sphere.

Chen Xuanfeng was not surprised by this outcome, for this skull was no ordinary relic.

Because it was transparent.

Because it was Humanity’s First Divine Artifact.

“So, the *Eternal Holy Grail* is the core of this magic circle—no wonder it could suppress the Great Demon King’s soul,” Chen Xuanfeng sneered, channeling his combat energy as the restored *Nine-Headed Dragon Aura* poured ceaselessly into the *Blade of the Tiger's Soul,* fueling the dark forces. “But no divine artifact in this world, no matter how powerful, possesses direct lethality. You might block my attack temporarily, but erasing it entirely is delusional.”

“Foolish wolf-man, I need not shatter your darkness. Once I complete the *Eternal Heroic Wheel,* your isolated power will naturally crumble.”

For a time, the *Tomb of Heroes* became a battlefield of light and shadow. On one side, Chen Xuanfeng’s *Blade of the Tiger's Soul* whipped up a whirlwind of darkness, endlessly absorbing vast dark energies to amplify the violet-black sphere. On the other, Pope Paul VIII, holding the divine artifact *Eternal Holy Grail,* drew boundless light from the void, not only steadfastly blocking Chen Xuanfeng’s assault but also channeling infinite power into Saint Spirit Mountain’s energy system, striving to repair the fractured *Eternal Heroic Wheel.*

Yet, a shattered formation was not so easily mended. The Pope, wounded and lacking time to heal, found his spellcasting hindered. After several failed attempts, Paul VIII steeled his heart and made a daring decision.

…If it cannot be repaired, then replace it with another system…

With this thought, the Pope slightly raised the *Eternal Holy Grail,* and a blinding white pillar shot straight upward. Where the light touched, a mystical sigil materialized, spreading outward like multiplying moss until the entire ceiling was covered in arcane glyphs of myriad hues—the very ancient elven wards Chen Xuanfeng had seen before storming the fifth underground layer.

“Wolf-man, since you choose to walk with darkness, I shall seal you alongside the Great Demon King!”

At the Pope’s command, the ceiling’s countless runes detached and swirled around Chen Xuanfeng.

The wolf-man immediately sensed the slowing convergence of dark energy and frowned. “To think the *Eternal Holy Grail* holds such reserves—able to alter the magic circle even while opposing me. But first, you dismantled the Great Demon King’s elven seals for your flying system, and now you repurpose them against me. Aren’t you afraid this Sky City will plummet?”

The Golden Crest Arch High Priest, having caught his breath, coughed and replied, “No need for concern. This Sky City has a reserve levitation array. Though it cannot sustain prolonged operation, it will last long enough for your sealing.”

Chen Xuanfeng snorted, focusing all efforts into his assault, hoping to break the deadlock. Yet the elven mages’ ancient seals, far surpassing the *Eternal Heroic Wheel,* proved overwhelming. Though he fought desperately, the situation only worsened.

“Defiler of sacred ground! Your darkness teeters on collapse. You won’t even get a chance to repent—be cast forever into the abyss with the demons!”

…Damn it, did Samanda fall to the human Pope? How did he return and create such a mess? If this continues, the dark energy will be fully sealed sooner or later. What now? Can the *Sword of Divine Punishment* break these runes? Or should I abandon *Chaos Rebirth Purple Calamity* and switch to the dual-strike second form, *Lament of the Void's Eclipse*…

Yet fate, once again, did not smile upon the faithful of light. Just as the ancient elven wards solidified, dark energy waned, and Chen Xuanfeng prepared his final gamble, Saint Spirit Mountain—now the Sky City—erupted in its most violent tremor yet.

“BOOM! CRASH—CRASH—CRASH—”

Amid deafening explosions from the upper catacombs, the Sky City plunged another hundred meters downward.

*Heroic Werewolf Scroll,* Chapter 81: Dark Struggle in the Mystic Palace, the Demon’s Escape

“ROOOOAAARRGH—!!!”

A heaven-shaking, soul-trembling bellow erupted.

A gilded metallic surge, carrying immense sound waves, overwhelming presence, and majestic power, cascaded from the catacombs’ ceiling.

“This aura... the *Emperor Martial Overlord Art*... Sword-Saint's domain? Late though you are, you've not failed me yet!”

Like a waterfall, the golden combat energy poured down, instantly suppressing the swirling ancient elven wards. Though they did not collapse, the Pope’s borrowed power now moved sluggishly. Seizing the moment, the silver-haired wolf-man broke free, voraciously absorbing dark energy through the gaps in the wards. Empowered by his recovering dark combat energy, he shattered his restraints and launched his strongest attack at the Pope.

Simultaneously, the fifth catacomb’s dome shattered. A lone-armed colossus, brandishing a gargantuan battle-axe and sheathed in blazing golden light, descended—the unmistakable form of Orc King Samanda.