Harry —— Orah

A few arrows whistled over from a short distance away.

Sui Ming shouted, “Did you find him?”

“No! The enemy seems to be using spatial movement after every shot. I can’t detect a clear mana trace right now!”

“Damn it! Are we just going to get worn down to death like this?”

Unlike Leiket’s fury, Sui Ming wore an expression of calm acceptance, his eyes darting back and forth, following the trajectory of the incoming arrows.

Leiket casually swatted away an arrow that was originally aimed at Sui Ming’s face and roared, “What are you spacing out for? This is no time to be in a daze!”

‘The power of these arrows… they’re almost at the [Gold Vein]-tier mana level, aren’t they?’

Ignoring the other man, Sui Ming’s eyes focused, and a clear trajectory was finally drawn in his mind.

“There!”

He drew his blade as swiftly as a lightning strike.

The slash from White Cry tore through space, countless multicolored elemental particles swirling around the attack.

The figure immediately rolled to dodge the devastating slash, then seemed to look back at Sui Ming mockingly.

“It’s not over yet!”

[Miracle—As Wished]

An illogical lock-on attached itself to the target.

Then, the slash that should have been dodged suddenly twisted its trajectory, flying straight for the green-haired figure’s neck.

The latter dodged once more, but the slash pursued him relentlessly, as if it had grown eyes.

“What kind of bizarre ability is this?”

Watching the ghostly figure flee in a panic, even the experienced Leiket couldn’t help but marvel.

“I told you, don’t worry about it.”

Even at a time like this, Leiket had never seen Sui Ming use his own invocation.

Even during their duel, he had only used some strange ancient martial arts techniques, never revealing his mana attribute.

‘Could it be a causality-type ability?’

Beside them, La’er couldn’t help but shake his head and say, “I don’t know the details of Brother Sui’s situation either. In short, he’s just really amazing.”

“Ah… I see,” Leiket said, rendered speechless.

As if tired of such a pathetic retreat, the green-haired figure suddenly stopped running.

He simply let the torrent of mana wash over his neck.

A head fell to the ground with a thud, rolling across the floor.

“Wait… it’s over? That… simple?” Leiket couldn’t help but wonder if the chaos outside was really that bad, or if this enemy wasn’t as terrifying as he seemed.

Then, a truly bizarre scene unfolded before the three of them.

An identical head grew straight out of the man’s severed neck, a ferocious grin fixed on his face as he stared madly at Sui Ming.

“Hey! Why does it feel like you have a blood feud with me?”

“Sui Ming! You killed my family, destroyed my foundation, and ruined my future! Today, I will make you pay your blood debt with blood!”

“Hold on! Buddy, who the hell are you?”

The crow on his shoulder kicked Sui Ming, saying speechlessly, “Are you blind? Take a look at his hair color. Doesn’t it seem a little familiar?”

Sui Ming wracked his brain, trying to piece together the fragmented memories in his mind, and finally came up with an answer.

“You’re the son of that green-haired turtle, aren’t you!”

Smack—the sound of face-palming echoed from all around.

‘This guy’s mouth is truly vicious! No wonder the other guy hates him to the bone.’

“Sui Ming! You’re courting death!”

“Who’s courting death is still up for debate.”

“Do you really think the you of today can still compare to me?”

As he spoke, Harry exposed the skin on his arm.

Where human skin should have been, there were now countless multicolored blisters, making his entire appearance even more grotesque.

“The world never answered me, but He gave me the power to change everything!”

“The Great Lord of the Abyss, the Supreme Ruler of all in this world! Before Him, you are all mere ants!”

“And I am His incarnation in the mortal world, carrying out His will!”

“You are but mortals, whereas I am now an apostle of a god!”

With that, an evil power erupted from Harry’s body, and a frenzied aura spread throughout the entire street.

“So… this guy’s lost his mind, right?”

“I think so too.”

“I agree.”

“Let’s end this quickly,” Sui Ming concluded, then shot forward like a beam of aurora light.

“Wait.” A powerful hand suddenly gripped Sui Ming’s shoulder.

It was Leiket.

“Leave this little fry to me. Take La’er and go save everyone!”

“Nobles should stand at the forefront for the common people. This is our duty! Go! Go and end all of this!”

“Fine.”

“Where do you think you’re going! Sui Ming! I’m going to kill you and offer your flesh and blood to the supreme god!”

A dagger coated in a faint green aura stabbed viciously toward the retreating Sui Ming, but at the last second, a golden figure blocked its path.

“Your opponent is me.”

As he spoke, the phantom of Fenrir slowly materialized behind him, and the gravitational field that seemed capable of devouring the world appeared once more.

“Now, let me be the one to play with you.”

Meanwhile, at the heart of the Mingxi City Imperial Palace, continuous roars thundered through the heavens and the earth, causing the vast royal palace to tremble ceaselessly.

An azure radiance and a multicolored chaos collided again and again, and dazzling flashes of light filled the space.

The once magnificent walls were now covered in countless sword marks.

Everything in the world seemed to be destroyed like a painting, only to be reshaped into the artist’s desired form.

And at the center, a blue-haired young woman knelt on one knee.

Glistening beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, her exhaustion undeniable.

Her limbs were covered in blood, but her eyes still shone with determination.

“I must say, your master taught you well. To be able to push me into such a sorry state, you are worthy of this praise,” a cloaked figure said.

“A being like you should not be so buried and unknown in the mortal realm.”

“I am the seventh of the Abyss Apostles—[The Hanged Man]. My lady, I wonder if you have any interest…”

Before he could finish, a chain shot up from the ground like a comet, piercing straight through the Hanged Man’s body.

The young woman’s unyielding eyes flashed with unparalleled resolve, using her actions to send a message to these hounds of the Abyss.

The mortal realm will never yield!

“Haha, if that’s how it is, then don’t blame me for being merciless.”

“Such a beautiful specimen. The Master should be quite pleased, yes?”

The virus embedded in reality continued to spread, its multicolored madness permeating the surroundings.

The walls, the lights, the paintings—nothing was untouched by the traces of corrosion.

This was the Hanged Man’s unique Authority, the all-pervasive Abyss Virus.

As long as a single trace of the virus remained, the Hanged Man would not die.

Although his combat power was the weakest among the twelve apostles, he was also the most difficult to deal with.

Without a special method, one couldn’t even touch his true body, let alone dream of completely eliminating him.