[Fiery Demon Iron King]!

The crimson lightning descended from the sky, splitting and shattering the Segua Court Club where the elites gathered, revealing the steel framework, just like a giant exposing its skeleton.

The people at the outdoor venue were startled, not knowing what had happened. The scene descended into chaos, and people couldn't make out what was going on. Even the security personnel became bewildered, but fortunately, their skills were strong enough, and they promptly sounded the evacuation alarm and sent out a request for aid to the Alliance.

"Quick, contact the Alliance! Our chief tribal conference is under attack!"

Although it's outside the Inherent Time Domain, with this distance, it would only take a quarter of an hour for the Alliance's demigods to arrive.

For [Blacksmith] 'Lichi Peak,' the actual action time wouldn't exceed a quarter of an hour.

However...

Rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble...

The red lightning was like a dragon, stretching for a million miles. The originally clear sky instantly became overcast, the earth and sky turning cold, a chilling wind biting to the bone, and a violent sandstorm rising out of nowhere.

"Woo ha ha ha ha - wah ha ha ha!"

The cruel laughter of the Fiery Demon Iron King Kalachia echoed between heaven and earth. Those who bled felt faint and fell to the ground, their skin gradually losing its color, and black fluid-like lines emerged from their bodies. These were the essential metal elements of their bodies, all absorbed by Kalachia.

"There won't be any need for a quarter of an hour."

Li Aozi's voice sounded faintly amidst the ruins.

He held in one hand a long sword similar to the Sword of Destiny Awakening, while reaching with the other hand into Kalachia's mouth, continually feeding the metal absorbed by Kalachia into the furnace at his chest.

The furnace within him burned fiercely, with his heart becoming the perfect hammer, striking, colliding, rolling, layering, clearing blood vessels, cooling with his life essence, and gifting a large amount of finely forged quality metal to the sword in his hand.

[With my understanding and recognition of Earth, the levels of reforging also increase, and the benefit of [Hunter King] is that I can enhance and acquire the high-level abilities of [Blacksmith] without needing any reforging materials.]

Li Aozi lifted the long sword, constantly reshaping and refining its sharpness in his mind and heart's furnace.

Swoosh—

The rubble was pushed aside and dispersed, and several figures jumped out from within.

"Damn, to actually encounter a Secret Councilor, heh, this is truly wild."

The representative of the Rising Sun Clan revealed a True God, with no visible head, resembling a sun with developed and sturdy limbs. His legs combined the traits of an elephant and a dinosaur, while his massive hands were as fierce as excavators.

As the representative of the Alliance's third-ranked species, Alfonso of the Rising Sun Clan was no simple character. His fists were wrapped in thick and dense Qi Energy, evidently a close-combat martial artist of the pure Crane School.

"Everyone, don't be afraid. This guy is alone, so together we can definitely defeat him!"

The Hundred Clouds Clan representative, Gordon, floated semi-hovering in the air, his body surface was a mix of red and black, indicating he followed the [Sovereign] path [Secret Guest], with skills reaching the level of [Filthy Sorcerer].

He held a slender Tri-Pronged Fork in his hand, his voice echoing:

"My Arcane Energy [Locked Space] has already spread out, and no one can escape. Even demigods can't."

"No need to rush, just stall. Our demigod is already on the way."

The representative of the People of the Moon, Mina Mi, spoke softly, then uncloaked, revealing her stark-white dancing girl attire.

Despite her incredibly sexy and seductive figure, the abundance of bone decorations on her was chilling. She held a moon-like Boomerang Blade in each hand, as if warning others she was no vase.

[Mysterious] Pathway [Spirit Medium] with the third transformation—[Nether River Dancer].

Though she appeared as calm as a still virgin, her strength was immense, reaching the peak of Cauchy Rank (14).

"Capturing a councilor alive... would be invaluable."

The Temporal Angel representative, Gent Aval, was an angel with golden curly hair and a righteous face. He slowly expanded his six wings behind him, resembling clock hands, as his face gradually got covered by a clock visage:

"In the name of the Celestial Realm, Justice, and Time! Spacetime here shall freeze, you are forbidden from performing any Fold Jump!"

Temporal Angels possessed the strongest Dimensional Anchor in all of [Starry Abyss]; once sealed by a Temporal Angel, not even a true god can easily escape.

With such a powerful team, their leader naturally couldn't be underestimated.

Whoosh.

A pitch-black blade, resembling obsidian, was thrust into the ground, fiery flames flickering in constant motion, casting a flickering shadow, out of which extended a large hand gripping the blade as if anchoring, pulling a tall and slender ghostly figure from the Nether River.

[Netherworld Walk]

The Yadun Ming species from the Nether Abyss, their innate abilities already surpassed the result of hundreds of years of cultivation efforts by many [Mysterious] Ascenders.

As of version 14.0, [Netherworld Walk] was the sole skill recognized by players and in-game stories to exempt all attacks, truly achieving an 'unharmed traversal' teleportation ability.

It wasn't because it couldn't be attacked, but rather once in the walking state, the Netherworld continuously healed the Ming's wounds.

And this skill, when applied to the Yadun Ming species, had a slight advantage.

It's not exaggerated, but the skill had no cooldown time, ignoring all control statuses, capable of being cast anytime.

"You, very strong."

Shlick.

Aishil Corpse Pact drew out the pitch-black blade, aiming it at Li Aozi. His eyes, resembling black crystals, burst with unprecedented excitement, though his voice remained cold and ruthless:

"I want—to get you."

Within the ruins, the top young talents of the Alliance's narrative younger generation gathered here, led by the genius Aishil Corpse Pact of the Yadun Ming species, confronting a [Secret Society] councilor.

It was like a hero team facing off against an evil dragon.

Such wars were scenes from legendary epics.

"Aren't you curious about why I'm attacking you?"

Li Aozi asked calmly.

"As long as we beat you, we'll have plenty of opportunities to interrogate."

Aishil responded eagerly:

"The Nether River is surging, my heart calling, I must bring you down!"

"Aishil, we just need to hold out for 15 minutes..." The Temporal Angel representative, Gent, reminded.

"No, I must defeat him!"

Aishil raised his Long Sword, his mask automatically fitting, strong winds erupted, lifting his robes like a black dragon spreading its sky-blocking wings, shadows expanding relentlessly like tendrils extending to every corner.

"[Blacksmith], how about a duel! Apart from the [Twilight Duke], it's been too long since I met an enemy that made me feel dangerous!"

"Okay."

Li Aozi nodded:

"Go ahead."

"Lord Aishir... you're not serious, that guy is a Secret Councilor, yet you're talking about a duel's rules."

The Hundred Clouds Clan representative, Gordon, reminded.

"The Nether River tells me, if I defeat him, my pathway will advance further."

Aishil's eyes shone brightly:

"I must win this duel!"

"You've misunderstood."

Li Aozi turned the exquisitely forged blade, already imbued with magical power, toward the five top players present and said:

"I meant all of you together, I'm dueling with you."

Aishil and others were stunned.

The next moment, the five immediately tore through spacetime, arriving instantaneously from five angles.

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