"Hehehe, it's said that when it comes to overall strength, the cornerstone planes of each region are the weakest, but in terms of strange magical abilities, no one can compare to them. I didn't believe it before, but now I've eaten my words." Friedrich listened to Elder Lin's words, swaying his body and raising his head to look at the two standing in front of him with a sinister smile: "I admit you've indeed driven me to a dead end, but if you think that just by doing this, I would be subdued by you and meekly await my slaughter, then you're underestimating the Demon Race."

As he said this, he raised his hand to touch the demon horns on his head. Pei Yan suddenly remembered the actions of Leohard when he was in a desperate situation during the battle with Ye Ruozai, and immediately sensed danger. He raised his hand, and three light screens appeared out of thin air, shooting out three full-power electromagnetic cannons.

At the same time, Elder Lin also sensed something was wrong and moved to rush forward to stop it. However, it was already too late. Unlike Leohard's hesitation, Friedrich instantly pulled out the double horns on his forehead. As the horns broke, two pairs of huge black wings emerged behind him. Subsequently, he waved his large hand again, and a black halo expanded from him as the center, striking Elder Lin outside and enclosing Pei Yan within.

"I cannot guarantee to take down both of you before I perish. You are the key to destroying the Disaster Pillar; once you're dead, this so-called alliance will cease to exist!" Enshrouded in black deathly aura, like a mist man, Friedrich hovered in the air, looking coldly at Pei Yan below his feet.

"What? Killing me won't affect the Star Lord's survival! You don't care about the future of the Demon Race at all?" Watching the enemy still standing before him after the light beam dissipated, Pei Yan grew cautious but in a relaxed tone, mocked.

"Humph, my comrades don't care for kinship, why should a dying man like me worry about so much? At least taking you down with me, I'll have an explanation for the thousand underlings I have!" Friedrich snorted coldly, and his body suspended in the air suddenly disappeared.

"So fast!" Pei Yan complimented silently; the opponent's moving speed nearly equaled teleportation. Even with his left eye, he could barely discern a trace of his silhouette, yet it was enough for him to react. The light sword swung horizontally past his side, slicing through a mist, and a large hand from the black mist rushed toward Pei Yan's forehead.

"Liquid Nitrogen!" As he retreated swiftly, Pei Yan groaned and shouted. In an instant, steaming white mist erupted from where he used to be, causing the surrounding temperature to drop rapidly and block between the two, quickly enveloping the black mist.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! The sound of footsteps shattering crystallized grass came from within the white mist, revealing a tall figure gradually in front of Pei Yan.

"Whew! Truly is an unkillable cockroach!" Pei Yan exclaimed, watching Friedrich's body constantly shed white ice crystals, exposing the black mist within.

His sentiments didn't last long as his abdomen received a heavy punch. Friedrich, who had suddenly appeared in front of him, grabbed Pei Yan's left arm as he tried to retreat, and with his other hand, he manifested a black mist longsword, fiercely stabbing toward Pei Yan's chest. The black mist longsword pierced through his body effortlessly, with the long sword tip protruding from his back.

The burning sensation, weakness, tearing feeling, pain, dizziness, all kinds of negative reactions stimulated Pei Yan's brain in turns, and rust-like corruption continually spread outward from the point where the black longsword stabbed.

Releasing his fingers from the longsword, Friedrich freed both his hands, pressing them into Pei Yan's visor eyes, madly infused with death aura to the point of craziness, he screamed hysterically: "Go to Hell with me!"

"I'm already in Hell! Fool!" Enraged, Pei Yan loosened his grip, bringing his body along to fall backward. As both of them toppled with Pei Yan at the bottom and Friedrich above, Pei Yan roared with his hands, one against the opponent's head and the other against his chest: "Suzi, calculate maximum damage possible within permitted range!"

"Calculation complete, are you sure you want to use this ability?" Suzi responded with utmost speed.

"Confirm!"

"Preparation complete!"

"Activate!"

Friedrich only felt the man's body he suppressed explode with terrifying energy. In the next moment, Pei Yan's entire being ignited like a fireball, radiating a blinding light. In the following second, scorching high temperature burst from his palm, hitting Friedrich directly.

Outside the black circle, the frustrated Elder Lin and many who had just walked out of the seat canopy were preparing to break the defense circle Friedrich had set to rescue Pei Yan. But just at this moment, everyone felt a strange sense of alarm. Gu Shenghui immediately responded, commanding everyone to retreat quickly. As soon as he issued the order, two dazzling beams of light pierced the defense circle and shot upward.

Feeling the astonishing energy and destructive force contained within these two beams, the dazzling glow deterred direct viewing. All present from the Demon Race turned their gaze aside, revealing expressions of horror on their faces, while Gu Shenghui took out sunglasses from the holding ring, put them on, and squinted his eyes as he mumbled: "Seems my assumption was right; this kid should indeed be classified as a most dangerous controlled entity."

As he spoke, the black defense circle began collapsing with the rise of the light columns, until the towering beams slowly dissipated, causing the defense circle to crumble entirely, and the sizzling heat waves swept from the center, slapping onto everyone's faces.

"Don't go there! Retreat!" Having guessed Pei Yan's hidden ability, Gu Shenghui shouted to stop his men who wanted to approach for inspection. Though unwilling, they obediently retreated dozens of steps, leaving a large circle clear.

The brilliance of the light columns faded, and two vague figures appeared before everyone. Wang Wenze couldn't help frowning and cursed quietly: "After such a powerful attack, can that Demon Race member still survive?"

"No, that's simply a corpse now!" Gu Shenghui, with eyesight recovering faster due to the sunglasses, looked at the scene and murmured.

Suspended midair within the venue, resembling a small sun emitting golden radiance was Pei Yan himself, his hands entirely melted and rapidly reforming, while below his feet stood Friedrich, whose head was burned through, leaving a large hole in his chest.

Just as Pei Yan relaxed his vigilance, believing Friedrich was dead, Friedrich's body, standing upright, took two steps forward mechanically, his neck lifting to gaze at Pei Yan in mid-air.

This move stunned Pei Yan, causing him to draw a cold breath in shock—it's outrageous! Even after being hurt like this, he can still be alive! Quickly, he raised his hands, preparing to deliver another fatal strike, but heard a crisp cracking sound. Friedrich abruptly shattered, his entire being turning into flying ash, disappearing in the breeze between heaven and earth.

Just as Pei Yan basked in the joy of victory, he suddenly saw a massive wave surging from his side!