Chidorian faced off against Lancelot, and a fierce battle erupted between the two.

But when humanity's top superhuman clashed with a Tri-Eyed Clan general, he found himself at a massive disadvantage from the very start.

Chidorian's fighting style had no embellishments whatsoever—pure brutal aesthetics, savage sword strikes paired with a speed that defied his massive frame.

Every single move he made kicked up a tremendous storm. Even Lancelot, going all out, could barely find an opening.

Yet even so, Lancelot had to fight. He had to charge forward with his war sword and strike at Chidorian!

"BOOM!!"

Chidorian's giant sword slammed heavily into the protective shield, Grad. The sheer force warped the air around them, sending invisible shockwaves rippling outward in all directions.

For dozens of miles around, the ground had already turned into a massive crater, unable to withstand the power of these two fighters.

Lancelot was sent flying backward, using that momentum to disperse the immense force that had transferred through the shield and into his body.

His arms went numb, and he couldn't help but let out a sharp hiss.

"So this is the power of giants? So strong... such a terrifying race!"

His gaze grew increasingly wary. Ahead of him, a pale, towering giant slowly emerged from the dust.

Chidorian strode toward him like a god, his face cold and expressionless, like the Grim Reaper himself pronouncing a death sentence.

Blood trickled from Lancelot's mouth, but he threw his head back and laughed.

"Knights of hell who've plunged into the abyss, dye the rebellious heaven's banner red with my blood!"

"When angels break their wings and fall to dust, I'll sing the anthem of the apocalypse with a torn throat!"

A resounding song, carried on an ancient melody, echoed through the air. A surge of immense power erupted from Lancelot's body.

The skill [Knight's Hellish Anthem] activated. The hellfire around Lancelot grew even more fierce, swirling around his body like a tornado. Black mist coiled up from his feet, wrapping around his torso, and gradually, strange patterns began to emerge on his skin.

This mended his wounded body and bolstered his strength even further!

He raised the Sword of Conquest, pointed it at Chidorian, let out a furious roar, and charged forward as a mass of infinite flames!

...

On the Knights of the Round Table's side, they had already engaged in battle with the royal army led by Chidorian.

The clash between these two formidable forces could be felt clearly even from a great distance.

Zhang Yi had a sniper rifle slung over his shoulder, and he frowned as he looked in that direction.

The Lord of the Charnel Ground, Gao Changkong, and the others were also watching.

At a time like this, going to help might be the best course of action. After all, in the face of war against an alien race, humanity's internal conflicts could be set aside for the moment.

But humans had never been creatures that thought about the bigger picture.

Gao Changkong's gaze fixed on the Holy Spirit Hall at the summit. He narrowed his eyes slowly.

"Since someone's keeping the Tri-Eyed Clan busy, we can slip into the Holy Spirit Hall and look for the Divine Source."

Chen Xiaozheng asked, "What about Batu? That guy is in Zhang Yi's hands now. If we can't find him in time, he might be in danger."

A smile tugged at the corner of Gao Changkong's mouth.

"No. He's safest in Zhang Yi's hands."

"Because Zhang Yi is a very smart man. He knows that a living Batu has value, but a dead Batu means nothing to us. Once we seize the treasure in the Holy Spirit Hall, I'll pay a sufficient price to trade for him."

Chen Xiaozheng nodded upon hearing this, raising no further objections.

Gao Changkong turned around and looked at the Xia Zha Family soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield behind him.

He said to the soldier commander, Nima, "From here on out, you're going to make as much noise as possible. The bigger the commotion, the better. Understand?"

Nima nodded solemnly.

He knew that they were being left behind as bait. But as a loyal direct descendant of the Xia Zha Family, he understood his mission perfectly.

So he turned around and roared, "Kill every last Tri-Eyed Clan member here! Leave no one alive! Burn all the houses too! Let these scumbags see what humans are made of!"

Voices of agreement rose and fell around him. Meanwhile, Gao Changkong, along with Gu Man and Chen Xiaozheng, quickly slipped away.

They avoided the Nashan soldiers along the way and headed straight for the Holy Spirit Hall hanging overhead.

From where they were, threading through a maze of stone bridges, they could step onto a narrow corridor that seemed to be built in midair. At the end of that corridor lay the entrance to the Holy Spirit Hall.

But just as Gao Changkong was planning to pull off his sneaky scheme and slip into the Holy Spirit Hall while chaos reigned elsewhere, four massive hooves stepped onto the long, terraced corridor ahead of him, appearing one by one at the end of the mist.

It was a towering centaur—the body of a warhorse fused with the upper half of a Tri-Eyed Clan warrior. He was completely clad in silver-gray armor, wearing a twisted horned helmet on his head, and his pillar-like arms hefted a long cavalry lance over his shoulder.

The moment he appeared, the air around them seemed to freeze solid.

Gao Changkong and his two companions felt the terror of death emanating from this being.

Those who had killed enough carried an aura called killing intent.

This thing was invisible and odorless, but everyone could feel it clearly.

It was said that every creature, at the moment of death, instinctively released a kind of biological hormone to warn its companions of danger.

So this person before them had no idea how many lives he had taken.

He walked forward slowly, looking down at Gao Changkong's trio with a mocking gaze.

"Insects dare to covet the Holy Spirit Hall? How amusing!"

Kanasu, the Grand General of Nasha—the Lance Cavalry Centaur.

Superhuman ability index: 20,000 points—Black Chariot-level.

Gao Changkong's eyes narrowed grimly.

He hadn't expected to run into a second Epsilon-level superhuman of Nasha so soon.

And this one's aura seemed even more terrifying than Chidorian's!

"Is this the guardian on the only path to the Holy Spirit Hall?"

Gao Changkong's voice carried a hint of helplessness, but his focused eyes signaled that he was already ready for battle.

...

Another Epsilon-level battle had erupted!

The aura was shocking enough that even Zhang Yi, who had been casually picking off Nashan soldiers from a distance, couldn't help but look over.

"What a fearsome presence... Feels like it's not weaker than the Lord of the Charnel Ground. Nasha really has no shortage of powerful fighters! Good thing most of them were affected by the Apocalypse and got stronger only recently. Otherwise, given their racial talent over time, who knows how terrifying they'd become."

"Maybe they'd even become like the Titan gods in mythology!"

Zhang Yi was inwardly alarmed.

But he paid it no mind. His team was the smallest, the most agile.

And he wasn't targeting the strong ones. Everyone in his sights was fair game for his hunt.

He'd let the Lord of the Charnel Ground, Gao Changkong, Lancelot, and the others test the waters of Nasha's strength first. When the critical moment came, Zhang Yi would make his move.