Godly power... 400 points remaining.

Li Ang put away the Colt revolver with its depleted flashbang rounds, and turned to look at the other side of the battlefield.

The situation there was not optimistic. Danchenzi's six flying swords relentlessly suppressed Taihao and the others. In a moment of carelessness, Qi Mian Xuantian had his throat cut by a flying sword.

The other two swords nearby, as if bloodthirsty sharks smelling blood, rushed in and decapitated Qi Mian Xuantian.

The pressure on the remaining teammates increased sharply, and they were in grave danger.

The Qubeley mech was still entangled with the two Arhat phantoms (the Mirage Matches had not erased the Arhat phantoms, proving they weren't illusions).

Juzi was trapped in a giant hand made of sand.

Kuang Ranhu, carrying Anboli and Arina, flew and maneuvered close to the ceiling, dodging the barrage of spells from the foreign cultivators who had completed their formation – the formation was shaped like a tortoise shell, covered in solid green light. The flames fired by Kuang Ranhu hit it, and the damage was divided among all the foreign cultivators, making it impossible to cause a fatal blow.

In contrast, the opponents could gather everyone's mana and release a vast number of various spells, turning them into a rain of projectiles that swept toward the three of Kuang Ranhu from below.

The teammates were fighting on their own, and the situation was precarious.

Li Ang took a deep breath and summoned the Fear Steed, leaping onto its back.

The Fear Steed neighed, its crimson eyes trailing two streaks of scarlet light.

Its hooves pounded, accelerating into a charge, rushing toward the scroll-wielding scholar who was controlling the giant sand hand in the distance like a rumbling chariot.

The scholar's expression changed slightly. He had witnessed Qingqiu's fall with his own eyes and dared not be careless. His left hand held the scroll, continuing to maintain the giant sand hand's restriction on Juzi.

His right hand pressed on the ground, and bright alien characters flowed from his palm, spreading around on the ground to form a circular formation.

Turn.

The scholar turned his right hand that was pressed against the ground.

The formation absorbed the meager spiritual power contained in the earth's veins, generating a whistling, emerald-green gale.

The front of the gale condensed into a cross-shaped arrow ten meters in diameter, suddenly accelerating and striking directly at the dragon-headed figure wearing a tattered white coat.

Li Ang extended his index finger, releasing a ghastly green energy ray from its tip.

The wind arrow was pierced by the Disintegrate spell, greatly weakening its power, and Li Ang split it apart with a spear.

An attack with dispelling properties...

The scholar was silent, exhaling a breath of stale air, and turned his right hand again.

The soil in front of Li Ang was lifted up, condensing into two thick city walls, which collapsed toward him from the left and right.

The light of the Disintegrate spell struck them, only melting a large area of soil in the hit zone. Soon, the soil behind it replenished it, filling the gap.

Li Ang's eyes narrowed, and the [Ladder to the Clouds] skill was instantly activated, creating invisible steps beneath his feet.

Step!

He picked up the Fear Steed with one hand and carried it on his shoulder, his feet stepping on the invisible steps.

In the scholar's incredulous gaze, he carried the Fear Steed out of the range of the city walls.

Landing heavily, he nimbly mounted the horse, without even slowing down his speed.

Damn it.

The scholar gritted his teeth.

Beside him were Danchenzi, who was controlling the flying swords, and the closed-eyed monk who was chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Qingqiu was dead.

They, the spellcasters, lacked the protection of a swordsman.

The scholars of the academy, Liweishan, and the Jingnian Temple also realized this, and they sped up their spellcasting. Ice, lightning, and fire, like a torrential rain, chased the three of Kuang Ranhu from below.

Boom boom!

The ceiling, hit by various spells, cracked open, and tons of rubble fell down.

Kuang Ranhu hugged Anboli, barely missing the falling rocks, and flew out with great difficulty.

Alina, who rushed out of the smoke and dust with Kuang Ranhu, looked down and saw that only Li Ang was left on the left side of the battlefield below.

Without Qing Xingdeng, Ding Zhensi, and her students, Qin, Eva, and Nina, she immediately understood that Qingqiu was responsible.

Xingyun, who was entangled with a flying sword, shouted loudly at Alina, "Qin and the others might not be dead yet!"

The Global Supernatural Alliance, like other organizations, had prepared isolation rooms and emergency teams for the Lost World stage.

Even if the heart exploded or the five internal organs were burned, there was still a chance of saving them with timely rescue.

Eva and Nina only had their hearts pierced. If Qingqiu's sword did not have additional damage attached,

they would not die... maybe.

Alina's high-hanging heart fell, and a firm color flashed in the depths of her eyes.

If that's the case...

She finished the last section of the incantation, helping Anboli to completely get rid of the Buddha's light control,

and pushed Kuang Ranhu away,

her body in free fall,

diving diagonally toward the foreign cultivators below who were forming a formation and preparing to support the scholar in resisting Li Ang.

Seeing this, the foreign cultivators below naturally would not let go of this opportunity.

Part of them released spells, attacking the incoming Li Ang,

while the other part used a rain of projectiles to attack the diving Alina.

Boom—

The passive defense item that Alina was equipped with didn't even last a second before collapsing and shattering.

Her arms, crossed in front of her, were full of wounds so deep that bones could be seen.

But a large amount of pure white cold air, visible to the naked eye, had already poured out of her body, and the water in the air froze, rapidly forming ice crystals of various shapes.

[Skill Name: Liquid Nitrogen Bombardment]

[Type: Spiritual Energy]

[Effect: Rapid cooling. Creates a wide-range freezing damage centered on the body, ignoring energy shields]

[Consumption: Consumes at least 1000 points of spiritual energy]

[Cooldown time: 30 minutes]

[Usage conditions: Strength attribute greater than or equal to 11 points, Constitution attribute greater than or equal to 12 points]

[Note: The more spiritual energy invested, the wider the freezing range and the higher the damage]

[Note: In order to verify the ancient saying that "the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold," Cryo-Arbiter Yuchi Tiemen used liquid nitrogen to irrigate the plum blossoms planted by his parents when he was a child]

Boom!

The extreme cold energy around Alina suddenly erupted when she descended to ten meters above the formation.

Countless frost and ice crystals splattered, penetrating the formation's shield and scattering on the bodies of the foreign cultivators.

The frosty cold air rose slowly, like a mushroom cloud, spreading around.

With the eyesight of everyone present, they could clearly see through the frozen air that Alina, having exhausted her spiritual energy, had disappeared.

And the cultivators in the formation suffered heavy casualties, losing nearly half of their numbers, and the formation had already collapsed.

The collapse of the formation greatly reduced the number of spells attacking Li Ang.

He swung the long spear in his hand horizontally, activating the Tyrant's Sweep effect.

Irresistible Force: After entering high-intensity combat for at least 30 seconds, launch a charge forward for up to 10 seconds until a target is hit. Immune to most crowd control effects during the first second of the charge.

Buzz—

The long spear vibrated, and Li Ang's body was inexplicably enveloped in a layer of dim golden light.

The remaining spells that hit him were all absorbed by the Irresistible Force effect of the Tyrant's Sweep and the outer garment of the Mirage Dragon's Red Mane.

The Fear Steed's charging speed became faster and faster, carrying Li Ang, sweeping the spear toward the scroll-wielding scholar standing in front of Danchenzi and the closed-eyed monk.