The seemingly insurmountable situation was shattered by Lancelot in an instant, the process happening with lightning speed.
By the time Prismatic Dragon Sophia reacted, a long blade crackling with electricity had already torn through space and was slashing toward her neck.
Clang!
The clang of the blade tore through dimensions, and the burst of light engulfed Sophia. The vast difference in strength quickly left the Prismatic Dragon battered and bruised, losing all power to resist.
Lancelot raised his hand and grabbed, causing the space in front of him to fold, and the Prismatic Dragon Sophia also shrank to the size of a fingertip and disappeared into his palm.
Having done all that, Lancelot stood up straight, his gaze sweeping around as he searched for his next target.
At this moment, Lancelot, who had successively killed and captured several top participants from the Misfortune Faction, was the most dazzling figure on the field, and every move he made attracted the attention of all the participants.
Anyone caught in his gaze felt a chill run down their spine, their hair stood on end, and their blood seemed to freeze.
Only when Lancelot looked away did these participants breathe a sigh of relief, grateful that they had temporarily escaped death.
"These two monsters are simply monstrous. Even Saint- level warrior wouldn't stand a chance against them. They're on par with the First Star God, or perhaps even stronger."
Many participants secretly lamented, and the 'two perverts' they were talking about, one of whom was naturally Lancelot, and the other was Logo.
Compared to Lancelot, whose individual combat power is off the charts and who is like God of War, charging around recklessly.
Logo's fighting style was completely different from this. He didn't engage in close combat with the participants at all. He simply stood with his hands behind his back, his body hidden in layers of dimensional space, isolating himself from all attacks coming from the outside.
Above his head, Book of Runes the size of a star floated high, its pages turning, countless runes pouring into the "Blazing Sun Divine Might" Rune Array like a torrent, repairing damage while also setting up various other Rune Array to interfere with or control other combatants, and targeting those with special abilities.
A prime example is Ailiuen, the Son of Radiance. Relying on his bloodline as a member of the Sun God Race, he completely disregarded the surrounding solar flames, transforming into light and illuminating multiple dimensions in an attempt to eliminate Logo.
As a result, Logo simply stretched out his finger and made a few strokes in the Void, and a "Time Corridor" appeared out of thin air. When the Sun God Light god, the Son of Radiance, Ailiuen, entered the Time Corridor, he remained motionless, like a mosquito trapped in amber.
It was none other than one of the signature abilities of the Time-based system— Time Stop.
With the power of the Son of Radiance, Ailiuen, the Time Stop in the Time Corridor could not hold him for long. Therefore, Logo added a "Spatial Devouring Annihilation" Rune Array, and countless dimensional fragments formed a terrifying strangling force. In just a moment, it reduced Ailiuen's power by eighty or ninety percent, leaving him severely injured.
The result was predictable: he was captured alive by Logo and prepared to be made into a specimen for studying the bloodline composition of the Sun God Race.
As for the forces behind the Son of Radiance, Ailiuen, Logo didn't care. If the Eternity Sun God, the Pureblood Human Race were no weaker than the Sun God Race, and were even much stronger.
Would the Sun God intervene for the sake of a mere underage member of his clan? Absolutely not, it would be too beneath him.
After sealing the Son of Radiance, Ailiuen, with Rune Array, Logo set his sights on his next prey: the Demon Sealer, Aiqi, under the command of the "Prison Lord."
Logo was also very interested in the Sealing Studies.
And so, as Lancelot and Logo both unleashed terrifying combat power comparable to the First Star God, a massive melee surrounding the Furnace of Stars had become their hunting ground.
The other participants were like innocent children before Logo and Lancelot, utterly powerless to resist. Anyone targeted was either killed or captured; none were able to escape.
During this process, some participants did try to remind them to check each other, but Logo and his companion ignored them.
Then all the participants realized that these two bastards didn't care about the casualties of their own camp at all; they only cared about their own interests and petty calculations. They were simply despicable.
Many participants were indignant, but there was nothing they could do. Even if they wanted to retreat, they no longer had the chance. Logo's Rune Array blocked all escape routes, even sealing off space itself. The dimensional interlayer was filled with solar flames.
All the participants ultimately had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue fighting, being swept along and turned into bundles of firewood, making this chaotic battle even more intense and heated.
Time passed slowly, and the number of participants dwindled.
On the other side, the leaders of the various Fate Master Sect responsible for fighting against the First Star God were also almost all dead. Of the eleven Saint, five had fallen, and the rest were all seriously injured.
The First Star God, who achieved such a glorious victory, also paid an extremely heavy price. His weapons had long been Destruction, his body was covered with wounds, and his surging life force was on the verge of being extinguished.
Looking up at the only sun in the sky, the First Star God opened his mouth as if to say something, but said nothing. His massive body crashed to the ground, and a towering peak rose from his corpse, instantly reaching the heavens and supporting the teetering Royal Capital of Stars was floating in the air.
The few remaining leaders of the Fate Master Sect who were still alive breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this scene. The boulder that had weighed on their hearts for thousands of years had finally been removed. Although the cost was heavy, they had at least won.
Destroy the Furnace of Stars!
"The Blazing Soul Saint said in a deep voice, then stepped forward. With the First Star God fallen, no one can stop them now."
However, at that moment, a flash of light suddenly appeared from the space, and the Furnace of Stars was broken in two.
Click!!
Dimensions rifted, and under the scorching heat of countless solar flames, Lancelot calmly stepped out and collected the fragments of the Furnace of Stars.
With most of the participants killed, it was time for this chaotic battle, spearheaded by the three brothers, to come to an end.
What? You have a problem with that?
After putting away the furnace fragments, Lancelot looked up at the Blazing Soul Saint was looking displeased, and said with a half-smile.
The latter's face stiffened, and he forced an awkward smile. "Not at all, not at all. You destroyed the Furnace of Stars, so you should have received the fragments. How could I dare to object?"
Having said that, the Blazing Soul Saint bowed and retreated, his attitude extremely humble.
That's understandable, considering he was thoroughly beaten by Lancelot; if it weren't for Ailiuen, the Son of Radiance, he would probably be dead by now.
Under these circumstances, how could anyone dare to provoke Lancelot, whose combat power was clearly much stronger than last time?