A spherical lightning bolt made contact with Short-Face’s chest, rapidly compressing and collapsing until it became a small point flickering with sunlight-like, blinding light.

Pulsating, decomposing, recombining, attenuating, collapsing, expanding,

And finally—detonating.

Boom!!!

Light, dazzling, brilliant light,

Shining wantonly in this dark, enclosed space.

High-temperature, high-pressure surging expansion,

Linear lightning like branches of a tree, wantonly spreading.

The Ant King, clad in armor, fell backward like a leaf in the wind, heavily crashing into the wall.

Even with his visor, he still felt the stinging pain from the dazzling light in his eyes, making it impossible to open them.

His ears echoed with tinnitus, completely unable to hear outside sounds.

David, who had unleashed this attack, knelt on one knee, his face pale, his chest heaving violently, breathing rapidly and heavily.

He had worn anti-glare sunglasses in advance, and his vision recovered first.

This attack was originally prepared for Michael.

It not only had the [Judgment Divine Lightning] effect of the Spear of Judgment, but also the active and passive effects of several high-quality pieces of equipment,

As well as a significant increase in David's own power system.

Under various amplifications, the power generated by the spherical lightning explosion annihilated a hemispherical deep pit on the ground, as if a spoon was digging out ice cream.

The Ant King and Daheitian had only grazed the periphery of the spherical lightning's shockwave,

And were slammed into the wall, creating humanoid indentations.

Abel was slightly closer to the center of the shockwave and disappeared on the spot—

His entire body was deeply embedded in the nearby wall,

His right arm, broken in half, revealed pale bones,

And blood pooled beneath his feet like amber.

As for Short-Face...

“Heh… heh…”

It, one of the four demon generals, knelt on the ground,

Its sunken chest was a bloody mess. Through the charred and twisted hair on its body surface, and the pieces of flesh scattered on its chest, which it hadn't had time to deal with,

One could vaguely see the shattered bone fragments in its chest, and its pounding heart.

Its legs trembled and shook, and the pain from every limb pierced its brain.

Relying on its will, Short-Face staggered to its feet.

It looked at David in the distance, its eyes devoid of joy or sorrow, and its palms quietly came together in a gesture of prayer.

Buzz—

Invisible and intangible fluctuations, with it as the center, overlapped circle upon circle, slowly spreading.

Wherever it passed, whether it was metal wreckage or concrete blocks, all were torn into fragments by chaotic gravity and annihilated into the most basic matter.

Daheitian, who was closest to it, was swept by the wave, and the upper half of his body, with four arms, remained on the wall. The lower half of his body was inexplicably severed at the waist, his face froze, and his entire person disappeared on the spot.

It was unknown whether he was dead, or whether he had chosen to surrender and withdraw from the competition before his death.

The gravity wave continued to expand, and the Ant King, unable to avoid it, directly activated the [Anti-Theft Tracking] effect of the [Mastiff-Style Anti-Theft Tracking Chip], teleporting to a place four hundred meters away—

When the two sides began to fight,

The Ant King had already buried several props in the nearby underground,

In order to be able to chase or escape through the chip's teleportation effect.

The teleportation effect of the [Mastiff-Style Anti-Theft Tracking Chip] was not pleasant. The Ant King looked back,

And saw Agares, who was encircled by the gravity field, bleeding all over, his limbs constantly collapsing.

Abel was crushed into the wall, his life or death unknown.

Short-Face pressed its palms together on its own, manipulating the gravity field to spread and expand—it had practiced countless times in the demon clan's capital farmland.

Maintaining the suspension of the farmland, controlling the flow of water, crushing harmful insects, and using precise gravity control to turn over the soil and allow crops to grow vigorously.

Other transcendents only use their transcendent abilities as a means of combat,

But for the former Short-Face, manipulating gravity was a thin line maintaining life. Any slight mistake meant death.

“…”

David, kneeling on the ground, laboriously raised his arm.

The Spear of Judgment, which had fallen not far behind Short-Face, had withdrawn from its spherical lightning state and become an ordinary spear.

Responding to the summons, resisting the drag of gravity, it pierced towards Short-Face's back, attempting to return to its user's hand.

Short-Face did not dodge. With its field fully activated, it could clearly feel the trajectory of all heavy objects.

With a flick of its finger,

The spear flew sideways and was firmly nailed to the wall.

But, the shadow at the end of the spear suddenly expanded in mid-air, and a woman wearing a long dress stained with blood and wielding a dagger jumped out of it.

Hypochondria.

After a long period of dormancy, she finally revealed her killing intent at this moment.

The dagger named [Red Knife], strengthened by various skills, silently stabbed towards Short-Face's back.

Short-Face flicked its finger, and Hypochondria was struck by lightning.

Her entire right arm, along with her shoulder, was twisted into a ball like a rope,

And blood, like water in a towel, was squeezed out of her blood vessels and dripped down.

But, the dagger still pierced into Short-Face's spine.

The hilt of the Red Knife lit up with a bewitching light, and the slender blade thirstily absorbed blood, drawing Short-Face's spiritual power, physical strength, and even sanity and reason, like a water pump.

Short-Face staggered, took a step forward, and almost fell.

Gravity surged from behind, trying to pull the dagger out.

But the dagger seemed to possess its own will, firmly adhering to the wound. Even if Short-Face folded and squeezed the user of the dagger, Hypochondria, into a ball,

The blade did not mean to come off.

“?????...”

Agares, lying face up on the ground, breathed laboriously.

His lips trembled slightly, and he chanted obscure incantations in an extremely weak voice, “??????...”

His already dilapidated body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a rapidly decaying orange, shriveled and rotten.

Agares's curse, launched at the cost of sacrificing his lifespan limit, directly ignored distance and acted on Short-Face itself—

The latter staggered again, the recovery speed of the flesh on its chest was suppressed, and its huge body seemed to be in a swimming pool, slowing down and stagnating.

Finally, a chance...

David desperately squeezed the remaining strength from his body,

His feet stomped on the ground, and his entire person disappeared on the spot.

When he reappeared, he had already flashed in front of Short-Face,

Raised his arm, and slapped Short-Face's chest.

Spear of Judgment, recall.

Shriiii—

Short-Face didn't even have time to resist before it was pierced through the chest, and even the heart, by the golden spear that came speeding from the side.

Complex emotions appeared on Short-Face's face, including surprise and bewilderment, as well as regret and relief.

The next second, Short-Face's body disappeared on the spot.

Also dissipated were Agares, who was exhausted and completely lost his ability to fight.

“…”

The Ant King walked slowly, and his voice echoed in the dark space, "Killed, huh..."