The final battle, Yue Lingfei appears!

The arena was a complete mess.

The blood that Andrei had turned into flowed down the cracks in the rubble, and the air was filled with the stench of blood.

Yue Feng shook the blood off his fist, turned around, and dragged his Black Greatsword back.

His steps were heavy, and with each step, the soles of his shoes crunched on the gravel.

"Happy."

Yue Feng walked to the front of his own camp, slammed his heavy sword on the ground, and looked at the back of his right hand.

The area around the knuckles was slightly red, but the skin wasn't broken.

He looked up and grinned at Yue Xiaofei.

"These barbarians are all brittle and have no chewing power."

Yue Xiaofei nodded, knowing that his elder brother was using the most domineering approach to completely defend the Dragon Kingdom.

It's 4-0.

Whether it's based on the so-called best-of-five series or the unwritten rules of the underworld, the opposing team has already lost everything, down to their last pair of underwear.

the West spectator stands were deathly silent.

Those who were just shouting the name of the War God are now all hiding their heads in their necks.

The remaining Clergy were pale, their legs were weak, and several of them could not even stand, trembling as they leaned against the railing behind them.

"Lord Andrei... is dead."

Not even a single intact body was left behind.

"They are devils... All Easterners are a bunch of lunatics!"

Several young priests dressed in white robes had pale lips and eyes filled with fear.

They originally thought this was a divine Judgment, a crushing blow, but instead, they lost four top experts.

Every time, they were killed cleanly and decisively.

Geneva Headquarters.

Within the Divine Descent Crystal, the phantom of Archbishop Marcius was already distorted and deformed.

That was extreme anger, coupled with the humiliation and slap in the face after being publicly humiliated.

"Useless... a bunch of good-looking but useless trash!"

Marcius's voice echoed across the sea through the magic circle.

"You fools have utterly disgraced the Holy Alliance!"

Yue Feng glanced coldly at the phantom in the sky and spat.

"What are you yelling about? You old dog, didn't you tear up the contract and want to keep fighting?"

Yue Feng raised his thumb and pointed to the sea behind him.

"Isn't there that Undying with the Black Book on your stage? Tell him to get down here and die. I'll send him to meet your God with one punch."

The gaunt old man standing on the High Platform of the gods trembled violently upon hearing these words, and almost dropped the Black Book in his hand.

He retreated repeatedly, hiding behind two Templar Knights, not daring to even raise his head.

Andrei's fate was already in sight. This fragile guy, who relied on Divine Art to cast spells, wouldn't last even half a second before being smashed into mincemeat by Yue Feng.

"Lord Marcius... I... I just overused my Divine Power..."

The gaunt old man's voice trembled as he hurriedly explained to the Archbishop in his Divine Sense.

"Shut up, you useless thing."

Marcius interrupted him.

The sea breeze suddenly stopped.

The once turbulent black sea surface strangely calmed down at this moment.

A cold, damp aura slowly drifted out from the thick fog behind the Divine Island.

Yue Xiaofei's eyebrows suddenly twitched.

His heart pounded violently in his chest.

That was the [Emperor Engine]'s stress response to a certain extremely dangerous yet extremely familiar aura.

What happened?

Yue Xiaofei pressed his hand to his chest, his gaze fixed intently on the thick fog opposite him.

He had never experienced this feeling of palpitations before.

Tap, tap, tap.

The sound of light footsteps came from the shadows.

The sound of the gravel being crushed underfoot wasn't loud, but it sounded particularly jarring on the deathly silent arena.

A slender figure dressed in black robes emerged from the shadows behind the throne of bones.

It was a woman.

She was wearing a tight-fitting black Combat Uniform, with a tattered black cloak over it.

She wore a strange mask on her face.

The mask is made of a metal similar to Mercury, and its surface has a water-like pattern.

Two deep tear tracks are carved on either side of the mask's cheeks, and the corners of the mouth are turned down, giving the impression of extreme sadness.

Weeping Grief Mask.

In her hand, she held an extremely long and narrow scissor.

The rapier was entirely silver-white, with streaks of lightning and crimson flames occasionally flashing across its blade.

A weapon with both lightning and fire attributes.

The woman walked step by step onto the dilapidated arena, not looking at anyone, her gaze blankly fixed on the front.

"Sister!"

Yue Xiaofei cried out and took a sudden step forward.

"Lingfei?!"

Yue Feng, who was standing to the side, was also stunned.

His gaze fell on the right hand of the woman in black.

A red knot was tied around the woman's right wrist.

The knot was badly worn and somewhat whitish, with a very ordinary little copper bell strung on it.

That was when he was eight years old. He bought it for his Younger Sister as a birthday present at a temple fair in his hometown, spending two yuan.

Consort Yue Lingfei said with a smile that as long as the rope didn't break, she would wear it for the rest of her life.

Hahahaha! Hahahaha!

Marcius pointed at Yue Xiaofei below and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"You recognized them? You actually recognized them?!"

"Yue Xiaofei, Yue Feng! Aren't you two supposed to be so tough? Didn't you want to crush my the West Holy Alliance?!"

Marcius's voice suddenly became shrill.

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly! This is the Yue Lingfei you've been searching for for three years!"

The high-ranking members of the the West camp exchanged glances, and their previously anxious hearts were surprisingly relieved.

"So the Archbishop had this trump card all along."

"Using their own families as weapons, these people in the East who value filial piety and family ties simply can't bring themselves to do it."

"That's fantastic! We haven't lost this battle yet!"

A few surviving the West warriors chuckled softly, their previously despairing faces regaining a sinister glint.

"Marcius!!"

Yue Feng let out a wild roar like a beast, and swung his Black Greatsword out, sending a black sword aura tens of meters long straight toward the Divine Descent Crystal!

Boom!

The sword energy was blocked by the defensive barrier of the Divine Island in mid-air, unleashing a deafening roar.

"I'm going to smash your old bones to pieces, inch by inch!!"

Enraged, Yue Feng's eyes turned bloodshot as he prepared to charge towards the other side.

"Brother, don't go."

Yue Xiaofei reached out and stopped Yue Feng.

Yue Feng turned his head and glared at Yue Xiaofei: "That's Lingfei! Didn't you see how she was tortured?! Even if I sink this damned island today, I'll get her back!"

"I know that's my older sister."

Yue Xiaofei raised his head, his gaze falling on the figure wearing Weeping Grief Mask.

The woman in black stood silently in the center of the shattered arena, her Thunderfire Rapier hanging towards the ground.

The lightning crackled and hissed on the rapier.

The Weeping Grief Mask, held no expression; only her eyes, visible beneath the mask, were as empty as an Abyss, devoid of any human emotion.

"Your going there will only trigger the Archbishop's backup plan."

Yue Xiaofei drew the dark gold Hongming Blade from his waist.

The blade emitted a low hum in the sea breeze.

"This is a ring battle."

Yue Xiaofei took a step forward, walking towards the center of the arena.

"I'll go take her home."