The roar of cannon fire filled the air as the Judgement Court's airship fleet was retreating.

"Vice President, are you alright?"

A woman in a black suit appeared extremely solemn; she was a Sixth Rank Angel on the Priest path, a key council member of the Judgement Court faction, and the Vice President's personal secretary, codenamed Ye Ying.

At this moment, her pupils quivered slightly, her face full of incredulity, as if her faith had been shattered.

The cabin was drenched in blood.

Rhein sat in his seat, his upper body bare, his white suit long stained with blood.

His face was expressionless, but a gruesome and terrifying wound stretched from his left shoulder to the right lower rib, even exposing his bones and organs, a truly horrifying sight.

Logically, such an injury should quickly heal under the Holy Light Skill.

But Rhein's body continued to bleed, nearly draining him dry.

"Skylark."

He recalled the previous battle, the overwhelming sense of oppression like mountains of corpses and seas of blood, as if the very fabric of space and time was shattering. A single slash from nowhere tore apart his Sword Qi and Sword Array, alongside ripping his Sword Bone, leaving wounds that couldn't heal in a short time.

The most crucial point was that, although she was a member of Dusk, she had mastered the Heavenly Person's Breathing.

Her use of the Heavenly Person Realm far surpassed his own.

In the world today, only one person could defeat her in the Heavenly Person Domain.

And that was the President!

"Vice President, what are you going to do?"

Ye Ying suddenly panicked, as the man before her stood upright, sword in hand, ready to move forward.

"Even though Skylark hasn't mastered Heavenly Personification, none of those Saints can handle her. I don't know if Thunder has succeeded in his ascent, but according to prophecy, she should survive."

Rhein stepped out of the cabin, his back glowing with golden light, as ethereal as the Holy Spirit, while the Sword Intent surged in his eyes. He said softly, "Tianshu and the others can't hold on; persisting for ten minutes before Skylark is already quite good. If I leave now, they will all die."

However, just as he opened the cabin door, howling winds and snow rushed in.

Boom!

A bloody lightning bolt pierced the sky, and a helicopter exploded instantly!

The Third Saint, Tianshu, defeated!

Another massive phantom shattered into fragments mid-air, someone spitting blood as they plummeted toward the sea.

The Fourth Saint, Disaster Star, defeated!

The ghostly Spiritual Body that shrouded the wind and snow burst on the spot, breaking into countless fragments!

The Fifth Saint, Hui Feng, defeated!

Blood-red lightning flashed across the sky, and two intersecting blazing swords were annihilated instantly!

The Sixth Saint, Shaking Light, defeated!

Next, a burly man was blasted into the Ice Sea; his colossal body, like The Immortal of Colossal Spirit, sent waves skyward, shattering the surrounding ice, startling schools of fish.

The Seventh Saint, Giant, defeated!

Thus, except for the First Saint of the Judgement Court, virtually all members were defeated, and decisively so.

Tianzhou and Xingye had been killed half a month ago.

Qing Zhu, known as Li Qingsong, was now bedridden, rendered useless.

The newly promoted Saints, though combat-qualified, couldn't hold the line alone.

Amidst the violent tremors of space and time, a withered, emaciated man was frozen in mid-air, no matter how turbulent the Elemental Turbulence above his head or how fiercely his Golden Core burned in his throat. Even releasing more violent mental Thought, he couldn't break through this constraint, as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat.

"You've got some skills, but too bad you're hideous."

An ethereal and indifferent voice echoed, as if from the horizon yet close to the ear.

Boom!

The man was pierced by an invisible blade, spurting blood as he fell to the ground.

The First Saint, Tianji, defeated!

The helicopter hovered in mid-air, its rotor blades whirring.

Someone sat at the cabin door, like a girl on a swing, the wind tousling her ink-black hair.

Her face wore a charming ghost face mask, like a demon born from a cluster of Mandala Flowers, her deep crimson dress blooming like flowers, skirts floating in the wind.

Only a pair of enchanting and beguiling eyes shimmered with a hazy glow.

For some reason, despite such formidable combat power, no killing blow was delivered.

It was as if she was toying with a Wild Dog.

In this manner, the Saints of the Judgement Court were all defeated.

And Dusk had dispatched only one person.

But she was likely the strongest.

"Who exactly are you?"

In the cabin of the Alchemy Helicopter, Rhein stared across the distance at this exceptionally talented woman, his slightly dim double pupils full of vigilance. He spoke coldly: "With such immense combat power, you can't be an unknown nobody. If not for you mastering the Heavenly Person's Breathing, I might have considered you an Ancient God."

Without hesitation, he raised his hand, pressing it against his heart: "How did you learn the Heavenly Person's Breathing?"

Two Alchemy Helicopters flew side by side, racing through the snowstorm.

In the distance were the Deep Blue and Blue Bird, locked in a standoff.

The situation was extremely tense, on the brink of eruption.

Rhein's fingers on his heart ignited with golden flames, and his gaze grew ever colder.

"Originally, I thought you weren't worthy to speak to me."

Skylark gazed into the blizzard, her disheveled hair covering her beautiful eyes: "But you actually want to self-destruct, using the power of the Heavenly Person Realm to take me down with you? I heard you went to great lengths to seize that position, willing to die here?"