Elsewhere.
Terror Knight Smart struggled to his feet.
His right hand, which had tightly gripped the knight's lance, was a complete mess.
The heavy black gauntlet, along with part of the forearm armor, had shattered completely and scattered away.
Beneath it was a mangled right arm, its bones visibly twisted and broken.
Jagged bone fragments had pierced through the skin, blood streaming down as the entire arm dangled limply at an unnatural angle. It was clearly ruined.
Long Zhanye frowned slightly.
Based on his assessment of his own strength and the momentum of the other's charge,
that Qilin Arm elbow strike should have directly shattered the man's heart meridians or internal organs, ending his life.
Yet this Terror Knight's physique and defense were even tougher than he had anticipated. He had somehow withstood that fatal blow, losing only an arm.
He walked forward step by step.
His gaze passed over the struggling knight and fell upon the black city, which appeared even stranger and more oppressive beneath the purple Demon Moon.
Long Zhanye silently recited, Slaughter City, where Soul Skills cannot be used... I'm here.
"St-stop!" Smart shouted from behind him, sounding fierce but inwardly weak.
Long Zhanye did not stop. He merely turned his head coldly and glanced at him.
At that moment,
Smart's helmet had fallen off during the collision, revealing a weathered middle-aged face.
Aside from pain, his gaze toward Long Zhanye held unconcealed shock and disbelief—
This seemingly young Spirit Master, with his Soul Skills rendered useless,
had unleashed such terrifying destructive power through physical strength alone?
"If you try to stop me again, I wouldn't mind killing every one of you."
Long Zhanye's voice was icy.
"N-no, I'm not stopping you." Smart swallowed a mouthful of bloodied saliva.
His voice was strained. "You have passed