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At the same time Mei Simiao and Sarah ended their battle in a manner close to mutual destruction, other battles on the battlefield also gradually unfolded.

The side with the first clear victory was Liam's. Originally, his battle with Yao Xuefang was going smoothly, and he was gradually gaining the upper hand. But just as he was preparing to deal a killing blow in order to return and assist Sarah, his opponent swiftly retreated and was replaced by this silent man.

As soon as he clashed with this man, he immediately fell into a disadvantaged position; the muscle strength he was proud of as a werewolf seemed trivial before this person. He couldn't understand how an ordinary human could utilize their body to such a degree. He had imagined meeting formidable opponents in the real world, but never thought he would be so thoroughly overwhelmed.

"Break!" Just as Liam grew more startled with each passing second in battle, a soft voice reached his ears. As someone with a limited grasp of Chinese, he couldn't understand the word, but just as his wolf claw connected with the opponent's fist, he felt as if the bones of his entire right arm exploded from the inside out. The excruciating pain reached the marrow, prompting him to howl towards the sky and leap backwards repeatedly, retreating out of the battle circle.

"Ugh ah hah hah hah!" Liam looked down at his powerless right arm. Besides the wounds left from previous clashes, the recent strike hadn't left any external scars but had directly shattered his arm bones. Was this some kind of magical martial art? He had heard of similar techniques from companions who had crossed paths with the Daoist Realm. Could this person be from the Daoist Realm?

But the battlefield didn't allow him much time to ponder. The enemy closed in rapidly, and aware of the impending danger, Liam kicked off the ground, his form moving as fast as lightning, darting left and right. Yet no matter how he evaded, he couldn't escape the enemy's pursuit. The fear in his heart combined with the searing pain in his right arm left him drenched in cold sweat, as he couldn't help but curse under his breath, "Who on earth is this guy that he can keep up with my full speed?"

"Break!" The same soft voice resounded, and this time Liam clearly heard it came from the enemy, yet he saw no movement in the opponent's lips or throat—it was like ventriloquism. A punch aimed for his head barely missed as he tilted his neck back, only to be struck by intense pain from below. The enemy's attack was just a distraction; a foot had slyly kicked his left leg, causing his calf to go limp as if the supporting pillar had been removed. Losing his balance, he fell backward without even managing to cry out in pain.

The intense internal and external pain made it impossible for Liam to maintain his werewolf form any longer. His thick fur receded, and his tall frame withered, revealing his original bare body. As he watched the man approach him step by step and then gazed at his distant companions, he noticed one was subdued, and another was in the crucial moment of securing the Divine Artifact. With no choice left, he sighed helplessly and turned to the enemy, demanding in broken Chinese, "Tell me your name and ability."

"Break!" The response was still that same word whose meaning eluded him. Facing the opponent's right leg kicking toward his head, Liam sneered, swinging his left arm upwards. This was his final gambit: after relinquishing his abilities, he concentrated the venom of the wolf at his fingertips. As long as he left a small wound on his opponent, the tricky virus would trigger the weak virus he had already planted in the opponent during their fight. The combination would ensure that even if the person didn't die immediately, they'd spend the rest of their life bedridden, unable to achieve anything further.

"Ugh ah!" After a cry of agony, Liam's left arm dangled as his body was sent flying backward. The opponent seemed to have seen through his intentions from the start; their right leg didn't clash directly with his left claw, but instead, it lifted slightly higher midway. After the two narrowly missed contact, the opponent retracted the right leg, spun around, and unleashed a left kick as swift as lightning, striking precisely on his unwithdrawn left arm.

Casting a glance at Liam, who lay motionless on the ground with venomous eyes glaring at him, Ni Wenyong calmly took a restraint ring from his spatial ring and began placing it on Liam, one after another. Only after binding him did he approach Liam's body, bend down, and first shatter Liam's only good leg left, then lightly press along his spine.

Liam, who had intended to hold out bravely to the end, couldn't control himself when pressed and fainted with a scream.

After finishing everything, Ni Wenyong let out a long breath, his body staggering down on one knee. Earlier, seeing Yao Xuefang defeated by this man, and knowing her importance to the hall, he decisively took over the battle. However, the fight with Liam was not as easy as it seemed on the surface.

Besides consuming a large amount of internal energy, the wolf poison from Liam's body had seeped little by little into his system through wounds during the fight. He had pushed through the discomfort to finish the battle quickly, and now his entire body was heating up, his head was spinning, his mouth was dry and parched like he had a fever. The most frustrating part was how stubborn this strange wolf poison was, making it very slow to repair through internal energy manipulation.

Ni Wenyong took a few deep breaths and looked around. Fighting was raging everywhere, and in the distance, Mei Simiao had already collapsed to the ground, his fate uncertain. Now was not the time for him to rest. Thinking of this, he grabbed some unmelted ice chips from the ground, rubbed his face with them several times. The cold energy sobered him, and he slapped his thigh, struggling to stand and wade back into the battlefield.

At the same moment Mei Simiao enveloped Sarah with the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield, the sky-borne duel neared its end. As one of the aerial dominators, the Golden-winged Roc was originally a level above Pelidron, but was caught off guard by the opponent's modified body.

Jin Qiongyu also didn't know by what means the horns on Pelidron's head and claws beneath him had been transformed. Not only were they imbued with poison, but also became incredibly sharp, capable of piercing her feathers, as tough as divine iron, leaving her wounded. Moreover, between the two antlers and with the swaying of Pelidron's head, faint thunderbolts danced, occasionally striking her during combat.

What was expected to be an easy fight turned into a close engagement, igniting the temper of Jin Qiongyu, the hot-headed one. Daring to show off thunder in front of her, Jin Qiongyu entered a berserk state, her wings flapping swiftly as she vanished between heaven and earth. Pelidron hovered dumbfounded in the air, looking around for the Golden-winged Roc. In terms of speed, he truly lagged significantly behind. If Jin Qiongyu decided to dodge continuously, he would actually have no way to handle her.

But would the proud Golden-winged Roc Race really avoid the fight? Indeed, it wasn't long before deafening thunder rumbled from the sky. Pelidron flapped his wings in alarm, looking up only to see a sea of lightning zooming towards him from afar.

It was the Golden-winged Roc! Amidst the lightning sea, the golden figure was so striking. Every flap of her wings echoed with the sound of wind and thunder, expanding the sea of lightning a fraction each time. With the situation looking grim, Pelidron turned swiftly and headed towards the ground, ready to hide within the crowds.

"Where are you escaping to!"