The instant V1 began to mutate, Feng Bujue's expression… changed.

In that instant, the black data stream in Jue-ge's eyes surged upwards like a waterfall flowing in reverse. His zero-time-difference calculation and extraordinary computing power allowed him to foresee something terrifying…

Two seconds. That was how long it took Feng Bujue to make up his mind.

Two seconds later, he roared, "Get out of the way, all of you!"

Even before the shout had faded, Jue-ge had already activated [Spirit Sense Gathering Technique – Modified], simultaneously stomping on Moon Steps to propel himself forward.

He was like a cannonball fired from its muzzle, unstoppable.

The air itself was torn apart, and the sound barrier was shattered.

The Eight Great Ghost Generals in his path were already intimidated by V1's energy and unable to approach. Now, with Jue-ge's roar, they seized the opportunity and stopped in their tracks.

Feng Bujue took advantage of this, charging forward and once again brandishing the [Must-Break Defense Blade], holding it in a reverse grip in front of him, the blade aimed directly at V1's forehead.

However, V1-War God remained unmoved.

"Too late…" V1 straightened up, puffed out his chest, and the tiger stripes on his body vanished in an instant, his entire body turning a bright platinum color. "My transformation is complete."

"Spare me the nonsense!" Feng Bujue was as self-willed as ever… He arrived in an instant, chopping as he spoke, smoothly slicing the cleaver into V1's head.

The [Must-Break Defense Blade]'s heaven-defying special effect worked wonders here. No matter how strong V1-War God's body had become, it was all futile in the face of this blade. To put it simply… as long as the target could trigger the blade's special effect, cutting into them would feel like cutting soap… A little force and it would go right in.

But…

"Go on… struggle." V1's head was split open, yet he was still full of energy. He quickly raised his arm, grabbed Feng Bujue's right wrist holding the blade, and sneered, "Let me enjoy the pleasure of battle a little longer!"

Feng Bujue didn't comment, but resolutely raised his left hand and hammered the back of the cleaver's blade.

The blade, under pressure, fell downwards, almost completely severing V1-War God's entire head. Feng Bujue's own right hand holding the blade also snapped, twisting into a terrifying shape.

"Hmph… I won't let go." V1's mouth was torn, but he could still speak through his throat. "So you better think carefully. My body can regenerate, but once your right hand is broken…"

Puff puff puff—

Jue-ge didn't say a word, continuing to exert force with his left hand, hammering the back of the blade three more times. There wasn't a trace of hesitation in his eyes, not even a hint of reaction to the pain, as if that right hand wasn't his own.

"Very well… you truly aren't a normal person." At this point, V1's entire head had been cut open, and the blade had begun to sever his neck, so his vocalization moved to his chest cavity. "That's what makes you worth defeating."

Before he could finish speaking, a despairing scene unfolded.

Although the [Must-Break Defense Blade] was stuck vertically in V1's throat, his split head rejoined together like separated clay.

"You've done your best, human." V1-War God smiled triumphantly, then raised his other arm and punched towards Jue-ge's face.

Clang—

In the next second, a golden barrier suddenly appeared, blocking his fist.

"Hmph… a trapped beast's struggle!" Seeing his attack blocked by the [Shield], V1 immediately channeled his remaining strength, intending to end his opponent with a single blow using his maximum power.

"Good!" For some reason, at this moment, Feng Bujue actually spoke this one word.

Everyone (monster) present didn't understand why, including V1-War God.

But… V1 faintly felt uneasy… No, not uneasy, but fear.

He couldn't explain it, he couldn't understand it, but he was afraid, because his logical programming couldn't calculate what the man before him would do.

Whoosh—

The sound of the wind swept past, announcing that V1's fist had missed.

Feng Bujue didn't make any particularly exaggerated response. He simply leaned his head back and dodged the blow.

Of course, this dodge wasn't a coincidence… Jue-ge had already used zero-time-difference calculation to deduce it. He knew very well that he only needed to delay for a fraction of a second with the [Shield] to make this evasion.

His movements were strange, and his posture was extremely limited. But the outcome was as expected… foolproof.

"You must be wondering…" At this moment, Jue-ge spoke, "What the purpose of my series of actions is."

"Looks like you're about to tell me," V1-War God replied.

"Indeed." Feng Bujue said, then suddenly grinned, revealing a smile… a smile that was excited, fanatical, and evil.

"What!" V1 seemed to realize something. He hurriedly turned his pupils, shifting his gaze to the inside pocket of Feng Bujue's coat. "This is…"

"Mo Yao Spiritual Pivot." Feng Bujue tilted his head and spoke the name of the item.

At the same time that Jue-ge spoke these four words, a large amount of free-floating energy and electromagnetic waves surged in from all directions, swirling towards him and V1 like a vortex.

V1 asked with a mixture of shock and anger, "When did you…"

"Huh?" Feng Bujue interrupted, "Have you forgotten so quickly?"

Hearing this, a memory circuit flashed before V1's eyes, and his expression changed drastically as he muttered, "You took out those two skill cards in order to…"

"A very simple trick." Feng Bujue continued, "When a magician makes you look at his left hand, his right hand…" He smiled, "Has already taken something out of his bag and slipped it into his pocket."

As the two were talking, the space-time around them had already begun to distort, and their bodies… could no longer move.

Clearly, some astonishing change was about to happen…

At this moment, right here, and irreversibly.

By now, the Eight Great Ghost Generals had retreated to a great distance. Although they didn't know what was going to happen next, some instinct made them choose to stay away.

"Feng Bujue!"

Suddenly, a soft shout rang out from the rooftop.

It was a familiar voice, at least familiar to Feng Bujue.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the shout—the hole that V1 had crashed through when he came up to the rooftop.

He saw that the other five players in the script had all climbed up from there. They happened to see the scene of the Mo Yao Spiritual Pivot being activated.

"What do you want to do!" Ruo Yu looked at Feng Bujue, walking towards him while shouting, "What are you doing!"

Neither of her two sentences was a question.

She was questioning, blaming, and getting angry…

"Don't come over!" Feng Bujue didn't have time to explain. He could only look directly into Ruo Yu's eyes with a commanding gaze and shout these three words, hoping that she would stop.

"Bastard…" Ruo Yu seemed very agitated. She had lost her usual calmness and composure, abandoning her coldness and ease. She muttered obscenities, her face flushed, and ignored the other party's advice, quickening her pace.

"This is none of your business!" Feng Bujue shouted again, his tone even heavier, but a trace of helplessness involuntarily seeped into his eyes.

"Say that again!" Ruo Yu had no intention of listening, nor did she intend to stop.

"This! Is! None! Of! Your! Business!" Feng Bujue repeated the words almost word by word.

And Ruo Yu had already arrived beside him.

The distortion of space-time and the fluctuation of energy didn't have much of an effect on Ruo Yu. She stood firmly in the vortex, raised her hand, and gave Jue-ge a slap: "Bullshit!"

At this moment, everyone present was shocked, especially Tan Lang and Juan Meng Huan.

"Hey hey… did she just hit her teammate…"

"Yeah… and she cursed several times…"

"Hacking, right…"

"Hopefully, it's just hacking…"

All they could do was maintain their stunned expressions and repeatedly complain.

"Heh…" Feng Bujue smiled after being slapped, "Okay… I understand." He raised his eyes to look at Ruo Yu, finally revealing a gentle expression, "You insist on going with me, right?"

"Yes." Ruo Yu's answer was concise.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony with you." Feng Bujue smiled, "Come with me to the end of hell."

Ruo Yu also smiled, smiling with relief: "That's exactly what I want."

Boom—

The sudden burst of sound interrupted their conversation.

What followed was a violent collapse…

Seconds later, the light and shadow froze, and the space-time distortion on the rooftop disappeared.

And Feng Bujue, Li Ruoyu, and V1-War God had also disappeared…