At the moment the blonde knight leaped backward at high speed, on the other side of the battlefield, two black-clad figures also charged toward their respective targets!

  Although both clashes were equally thrilling, Elo's gaze remained fixed on the leader—

  He was the center of this battle, the true source of the pressure.

  In that instant, the black-haired and red-haired knights struck simultaneously!

  The black-haired knight's gaze was sharp as a blade, without hesitation, his longsword swung down fiercely—

  “Boom—!!”

  More than ten invisible energy blades exploded in an instant, slicing through the air and directly striking at the leader!

  Each blade was over a meter long, fifteen centimeters wide, with highly compressed energy, like a mark foretelling death.

  Without pause, they tore through the ground, leaving behind jagged scars as the shockwaves whipped up a dust storm and sent large rocks flying!

  Even though the zither music continued to interfere, these energy blades were unaffected, each one precise and deadly.

  —But this was just the beginning.

  The black-haired knight advanced like a thunderbolt, his body following closely behind his sword blade, almost merging with the sword rain as he charged!

  The invisible energy blades weren’t a killing blow, they were meant to force the opponent into a position where they had no choice but to respond!

  —The true killing move was the black-haired knight himself.

  And at this moment—

  The red-haired knight also moved!

  He suddenly raised his magic handgun, the barrel slightly tilted upward, his stance steady as a rock.

  “Whumm—!!”

  A brilliant blue magic circle rapidly expanded in front of the barrel, its intricate and exquisite patterns resembling ancient runes forming a rotating seal!

  The magic circle was no longer a static image; it began to rotate counterclockwise at an extremely high speed;

  The surrounding air vibrated violently, dust was drawn in, lifted, and disordered!

  At its core, a spiral-shaped magical flow was being crazily compressed, as though it were trying to drain all the energy from the space itself!

  Magic surged like a tidal wave, blue runes flickering and flickering, bubbling as if on the verge of exploding, the energy tide unstoppable!

  In less than 0.2 seconds, the core of the magic circle suddenly condensed—

  “Zing—!!!”

  A blazing blue energy stream erupted with a deafening roar!

  Over 20 centimeters in diameter, pure energy shot through the air like thunder, instantly piercing through the entire battlefield and illuminating the entire scene!

  The intense heat tore through the air, creating a sonic boom, as the temperature surged,

  Dust at the edge of the light was instantly vaporized and shattered!

  This was not a regular magic artillery shell—

  —This was a magic beam!

  It didn’t explode, but it was even more terrifying—

  Continuous power supply, continuous targeting, continuous tearing!

  It was a deathline, a magical cutting blade that spanned the battlefield!

  As long as the energy persisted, it would not stop!

  The red-haired knight didn’t speak, didn’t show any expression, only focused on aiming and suppressing.

  In that moment, he was not a warrior, but a mobile turret, using his will as a coordinate, igniting the battlefield!

  However, the red-haired knight's MP did not suddenly drop.

  This magic beam didn’t rely entirely on his own energy supply.

  So, where did the energy come from?

  The answer is—dual energy supply system.

  The first layer comes from the high-level buffs stacked all over his body.

  These buffs not only greatly enhanced energy output but also accelerated automatic magical recovery.

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  With these magical enhancements, his magic was almost consumed and replenished at the same time, the recovery speed so fast it was astonishing!

  The second layer came from the external magical core carried inside his body.

  It was a blue crystal pendant, hidden on his chest and worn close to his body.

  The surface of the crystal was engraved with the family crest, and the internal runes moved, with the magic flowing as if alive, pulsing with energy—

  This was not just a symbolic emblem but a continuous energy supply device.

  When the red-haired knight pulled the trigger, the power inside the crystal was fully awakened, and the magic quickly surged along the nerves and firearm’s guiding structure—

  Seamlessly integrating with his own energy, working in sync.

  To put it in Elo’s words—

  —That blue MP bar was refilling at a visibly fast speed, almost in sync with the beam's energy consumption!

  Because of this, that blue death beam was not just a one-time attack—

  It was an energy strangling line that could burn continuously, a high-pressure cutting force that couldn’t be stopped or severed!

  The real killing intent wasn’t in the initial burst, but in—its sustained assault.

  Elo quickly assessed the battlefield and came to a shocking conclusion—

  The battle between 2 mages, 5 knights, 1 priest, and 7 black-clad figures,

  If the battle fell into a stalemate and had to continue—

  They could very likely last more than four hours!

  Not through passive delay, but through high-frequency output, high-intensity clashes, and continuous skill usage;

  Even under immense strain on their souls, minds, and physical endurance, they could still maintain combat effectiveness!

  That wasn’t the combat limit of normal humans, not even that of a fully armored tank.

  It was—

  Elo found himself momentarily at a loss for words to describe it.

  Firepower, speed, defense, endurance…

  They were strong in all dimensions, with logic, tactics, and coordination… flawless.

  Everything was perfectly unreasonable.

  They weren’t soldiers, not even human.

  They were more like—“armed willpower” born for battle itself.

  Finally, Elo could only mutter a single word in his mind:

  —Monster!

  To be able to endure over four hours in high-intensity combat meant—

  That the combined attacks of the black-haired and red-haired knights could never shake the leader.

  —And that was exactly the case.

  When the black-haired knight’s energy blades tore through the dust and the red-haired knight’s magic beam poured down like blue flames—

  The leader slowly raised his right hand.

  The clenched fist suddenly loosened, fingers spread wide, palm facing down, and he gently pressed.

  No surge of energy, no aura exploding, not even a hint of muscle tension.

  His movement could even be described as—casual and composed.

  It was as if he wasn’t facing an enemy, but simply smoothing a wrinkle on a piece of paper.

  In that moment, the entire battlefield seemed to suddenly be muted—

  The dust froze, the wind fell silent, and even the ground showed no sign of movement.

  —It was still. Unbelievably still.

  And at that moment, Elo suddenly looked up at the night sky.

  His pupils shrank sharply, his throat caught as if something were stuck— and in his mind, a thousand alpacas stampeded at once.

  If he had to describe the expression on his face right now—

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  He almost wanted to shout on the spot:

  “Babe! Get out here, God’s making an appearance!!”

  —Too bad he wasn’t married. No “babe” to call.

  In an instant—

  “Boom—!!”

  A mighty surge of internal energy erupted from his palm, sweeping out like a tidal wave, scattering the dust that had yet to settle,

  As if the very air of the battlefield had been completely sucked away in that moment!

  But this strike was not aimed at the ground—rather, it made the sky itself sink down!

  Above the night sky, golden light gathered, endless streams of light surged from the void, like the Milky Way suspended upside down.

  It was as though the heavens themselves resonated with the imprint of that palm, a low rumble echoing from the depths of the firmament, like a deity whispering.

  The golden internal energy formed into a giant palm, slowly manifesting in the night sky.

  The shape of the palm was solemn, its knuckles like stone tablets, every vein of light gently pulsing,

  Peaceful, serene, as if the Lord of Compassion was personally soothing all beings.

  —It bore no anger, not even any pressure.

  —Yet it made the heart tremble profoundly.

  In that moment, the entire battlefield’s air seemed to freeze.

  The soldiers, officers, and the slightly weaker Transcendents on the periphery—all held their breath simultaneously.

  They couldn’t understand, nor did they know what the palm imprint represented, but their bodies had already reacted first.

  Some felt their legs trembling; some felt their backs suddenly grow cold, sweat dripping from their roots;

  Some instinctively tried to flee, only to find their feet stuck as if in quicksand;

  Some tried to scream, but their throats felt as if choked, unable to make a sound.

  Others' knees buckled, nearly causing them to collapse!

  At the center of the battlefield, the five knights were also bearing the suffocating pressure, but none of them faltered—

  They gritted their teeth, suppressing their instinctive shudders, steadying their consciousness, and stood firm beneath the storm.

  Elo knew what this was.

  He had seen it in some films, that exaggerated, almost mythical, ultimate strike.

  Yes... it was this.

  —[Buddha’s Palm]！

  Within the golden light, the shadow of the palm slowly descended, like the hand of a deity reaching down from the heavens;

  Not for destruction, but to—terminate.

  All chaos, all conflicts—everything was reduced to silence.

  At first, everyone thought the target was the five knights, or at the very least, the blonde, red-haired, or black-haired knights;

  But everyone was wrong—

  Because that Buddha’s palm appeared above the priest’s head!

  In that moment, everyone understood: he was the true target.

  This wasn’t an attack, nor was it a lock-on; it was a judgment from above:

  —This person must be eliminated!

  The priest was not only immobilized, but his consciousness could not function, and his soul was frozen as if encased in ice;

  He didn’t even have the thought of “I need to escape” arise in his mind.

  He still had his eyes open, standing there, yet his body was as hollow and lifeless as a corpse.

  This strike wasn’t an attack; it was a means of executing divine will.

  And the descent of that palm imprint was not fast.

  It came slowly, like the rising sun, but with a silent, overwhelming pressure that made one kneel in despair and silence.

  To the eyes of an ordinary person, it was not a spell at all—

  It was as if the entire sky was falling toward the earth.

  It wasn’t an attack—

  It was a judgment!

  In that moment, the black-haired and red-haired knights felt an indescribable sense of humiliation!

  They unleashed their energy blades, they released magic beams, they attacked with all their might—

  But the leader didn’t even respond.

  It wasn’t that he didn’t see; he saw, and he deliberately chose to ignore them.

  That indifference wasn’t confidence, it was—contempt.

  It wasn’t about whether they were strong or not, it was that they simply weren’t worthy of his serious effort.

  It wasn’t the frustration of being suppressed in battle, but the humiliation of being completely regarded as "ants"!

  Humiliation, anger, fury...

  The two knights’ chests heaved like drums, and the fighting spirit in their souls surged like a volcano.

  He nearly wanted to roar—

  Not for victory or defeat, but to respond to the humiliation of being completely crushed and ignored!