Golden lightning, like a violent storm, swept across the entire City of Freedom.
On the ground, countless black Mage hounds and magical puppets were struck by a rain of lightning that fell from the sky. First, the air seemed to freeze, and everything became still. Then, an explosion occurred instantly, and mushroom clouds rose one after another, mixed with countless fragments of corpses and the ruins of buildings.
Everything is being Destruction.
Just as the Lord of the Free City was about to make a move, he raised his head, and his pupils suddenly contracted beneath his cloak.
Under his gaze, a towering figure clad in scales descended from the sky, landing atop the thunder dragon's head. In this person's hand, he held a golden spear radiating lightning; the spearhead alone occupied a third of the entire spear, its blade thin and sharp, seemingly capable of slicing through space.
And indeed, as the man raised his spear and casually swung it, a magnificent and vast thunderous roar resounded throughout a small part of Planet Pandora.
A golden spear gleamed, piercing the sky.
After an even louder roar, a crack appeared in the sky above the City of Freedom, spanning the entire city. At first glance, it looked as if the sky itself had been sliced open.
The incredibly hard elemental crystal walls also crumbled and broke apart with a series of cracking sounds.
The so-called self-contained world was thus shattered by Lancelot's single spear thrust.
Multicolored fragments of elemental crystals fell like snowflakes, and a majestic figure riding a dragon stood among them, like a god, as if the heavens had brought punishment upon the black Mage.
An extremely terrifying pressure, like the gravitational pull of Black Hole, crashed down from the sky in waves.
The surviving dark Mage gazed at the sky, tears streaming down their faces, their eyes filled with utter despair. Their spirits had been shattered by Lancelot, and they were practically crippled.
Only a handful of high-ranking members of the City of Freedom were able to withstand Lancelot's domineering Haki and barely exert their fighting power.
The only ones unaffected were perhaps the Lord of Lord of the Free City himself and his other hidden Demigod, the number two figure, Demon Body Weilin.
This person, whom the Lord of the Free City had been using as a trump card, was forced to step forward after being swept aside by Lancelot's Haki presence.
It has a humanoid body, about ten meters tall, and is covered with grayish-white downy hair. It has messy horns on its head, and its shoulders, knees and other areas are covered with an exoskeleton. Only its heart is bright red and is decorated with mysterious dark red fire patterns.
Without a doubt, in the eyes of humans, this is a monster.
Just standing there instilled fear; the tangible greed and tyranny made any creature of order feel genuinely uncomfortable.
"How did you find me?" A dry, hoarse voice came from Weilin's mouth.
Lancelot remained silent, like a solitary warrior, but in reality, he did not want to reveal his identity.
The Lord of the Free City flew in from afar. Although he was burning with rage, he suppressed it. He had already sensed Lancelot's troublesome nature and the deadly threat he posed, so he was secretly calling for reinforcements from the Ashes Organization.
Boom!!
A beam of blue-gold lightning descended from the sky, piercing through space and destroying an alternate dimension, along with the magic circle and the busy black Mage within, all of which were completely Destruction.
Raising the tip of his spear, Lancelot's sharp eyes peered mockingly at the Lord of the Free City through his visor, as if to say, "Thank you for your guidance; otherwise, I wouldn't have discovered your spatial teleportation array."
Click! Click!
His knuckles cracked as he clenched them, and the Lord of the Free City felt a profound sense of humiliation.
Now that things had come to this, he fully understood that there was no possibility of negotiation; the other party was determined to wipe him out.
But before that, he had to ask, "Are you from the Serpent Ring Family or the Angpeier Family?"
Upon hearing this, the entire world seemed to fall silent.
The Demigod watching from the sidelines all turned their gazes to a middle-aged, burly man. He flicked his forked tongue and coldly said, "This is a frame-up. Our Serpent Ring Family has no reason to attack the City of Freedom."
"Oh? Is that so? I've heard that your Serpent Ring Family's new generation leader, Fujia Ring Serpent, has been causing trouble for the City of Freedom in recent years." Elder Mingxike of the Dark Council spoke, his voice ethereal, as if he were speaking casually.
In reality, this guy and the Serpent Ring Family are old rivals, and the other Demigod know this too. But the facts are undeniable: the armor worn by the powerful figure standing atop the Thunder Giant Dragon's head exudes the Serpent Ring Family's aura far too strong. Can you say this isn't something from the Serpent Ring Family?
Words can be said freely, but some things are hard to change.
Moreover, there were some Demigod present who knew more. They knew that a hundred years ago, the Serpent Ring Family was a loyal ally of the Ashes Organization, but for some unknown reason, they fell out and never spoke to each other again.
The fact that City of Freedom belongs to the Ashes Organization is no secret to the Demigod of Planet Pandora.
So, was the Serpent Ring Family really not involved in this?
In fact, the middle-aged strong man, who was also the second elder of the Serpent Ring Family, Balhak, was completely confused.
Honestly, the Serpent Ring Family truly did not intervene.
However, after Balhak observed it closely, its pupils suddenly contracted; the more it looked at the scale armor, the more familiar it seemed.
These scales... they look so much like the [Ten Thousand Serpents Armor], Demigod artifact recorded in my family's genealogy!
Could it really be the Ten Thousand Serpents Armor?
Balhak's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately contacted Chief Webster in secret.
"Alright, regardless of the specifics or whose schemes are involved, we only have one thing to do now: stop them from fighting on Planet Pandora. The elemental crystal wall is gone; any further fighting could directly harm Planet Pandora itself, which concerns our vital interests, so we can't be careless."
A Demigod spellcaster dressed in Mage's robe spoke. This man was named Yadelien, one of the top members of the Arcane Ring, a white Mage, and one of the two strongest Demigod present. The other was Cardinal Xiuxiluo of the Slaughter Divine Church.
Judging from Yadelien's reaction, he didn't care about the fate of the City of Freedom.
It's not because this is a gathering place for dark Mage.
Our Planet Pandora is a notorious place of chaos, where everyone is a madman or a criminal, and there is no obvious hostility between the black and white Mage groups.
In short, none of us are good people, let's just say the eldest brother isn't the second brother.
The problem is that while City of Freedom is affiliated with the Ashes Organization, it is also affiliated with the Arcane Ring.
Yadunisi disliked fence-sitters, so he never became a black Mage in the City of Freedom; he was one of their own.
His attitude actually represents the attitude of the vast majority of spellcasters in the Arcane Ring.
Otherwise, if the City of Freedom had truly been recognized by the Arcane Ring, Demigod spellcasters would have already descended to aid the dark Mage in battle; why would they be standing by and watching?
As Yadunisi spoke, the Demigod had been watching the spectacle also stood up, releasing their auras to warn the three Demigod from the City of Freedom to immediately enter the spatial interlayer.
Lancelot, of course, didn't care. He casually thrust out his spear, enhanced with Limit Breaking upgraded [Extreme Sharpness], making the spear tip and blade incredibly sharp. He easily pierced a large hole in the space and walked inside.
The Lord of the Free City and the Demon Body Weilin exchanged a glance, and together with the Epic- level black Mage, they pulled their respective Mage towers from the ground and followed Lancelot into the spatial interlayer.
Yadelien tapped his staff, and water flowed, forming a swirling vortex that revealed the scene unfolding within the spatial interlayer.
The many Demigod were immediately invigorated, their eyes widening in shock. Even they rarely witnessed a life-or-death battle of this magnitude.