Pillar of Yita

And the wound on his chest, the mist surged and gathered, healing as if it had never been there, leaving no trace of a scar.

The ’Messenger’ relaxed his pained expression and laughed hoarsely: ”Ha, you all missed the last opportunity... now it’s my turn...”

He raised that heart, and countless Light Arrows shot out from the dark light, some hitting the phantoms of the Energy Angel, causing them to immediately dissipate into nothingness; others hit the Energy Angel bodies, knocking both of them away.

Amidst the intense black light, all the overlapping illusions in the mine suddenly vanished.

Meanwhile, the distant sounds of exclamations from the Musketeer and others mixed with muffled groans indicated that someone seemed to be hurt.

The ’Messenger’ saw the two Energy Angels fly out and crash against the rock wall, then directed the heart in his hand toward Fang Hong—just as he was about to cast a spell, he noticed the silent young man in front of him pointing a finger at him.

Behind the ’Messenger’, an Energy Angel phantom that should have dissipated was opening a dark blue shield to withstand a Light Arrow, then suddenly retracted its shield, flashing a silver light forward.

An Energy Angel blinked and crashed into the back of the ’Messenger’.

The shield exhausted all of the Energy Angel’s magic power, and this impact only caused the ’Messenger’ to stumble forward. However, his face held a look of astonishment and disbelief—how could there be another body behind him when both real ones were in front?

But when he raised his head, he only saw Fang Hong’s serious face.

Fang Hong did not explain.

Nor did he need to answer.

Because he could actually control more than two Energy Angels.

Fang Hong gently lowered his hand, finally hearing the long-awaited voice in the darkness—Miss Tata’s voice clearly came: ”We only have one chance, Mr. Knight.”

”That heart in his hand is connected to a powerful and primordial force, without severing that force, it’s impossible for us to defeat it.”

”Daisy and I will try once, Mr. Knight, you must be prepared.”

Fang Hong was already prepared, he relaxed and lowered his hand.

The light on the three Energy Angels dimmed simultaneously, indicating that their controller had abandoned control over them—and at the same time, three wasp-like Constructs silently descended from the unnoticed cave roof.

They laid a field of floating little spheres in the air, slowly descending.

The ’Messenger’ of the Dragon Worship Sect, thrown off balance, did not notice this at all, as under the continuous enhancement of the dark force, this impact naturally posed no harm to him.

He only cautiously held the heart in his hand, fearing it might fall to the ground, because as long as it was in his grasp, the opponent could not defeat him.

But because of this, unknowingly, he staggered into the field of floating spheres in front of him—the Floating Bombs were immediately triggered. Although for a BOSS of his level, these bombs were negligible.

However, the accompanying stun effect still took effect, causing at least a momentary pause.

It was in that instant.

He caught sight of a flash of white in the corner of his eye.

What was that?

This thought remained in the ’Messenger’s mind—a cat? He was entirely unaware of the danger, and the cat gently landed on his hand, his eyes widened in that moment.

The sensation was as if a Sword of Holy Light, carrying a blazing brilliance, struck down on his forearm, leaving him unable to think and releasing his grip instinctively.

The mass of black light flew from his hand.

However, it did not fall to the ground as people imagined, but hovered in mid-air.

Fang Hong’s mind once again resounded with Tata’s voice: ”Now is the moment—”

Then, it seemed like another voice spoke to him: ”Move closer!” Fang Hong had no time to decipher which voice was which, as he had already seen a Dagger shoot from the darkness.

It struck right in the center of the black light.

Arriving simultaneously were the words from Elisa:

”I’ve arrived, Captain.”

Without thinking, Fang Hong turned back and shouted with all his might: ”Gita, now!”

Miss Natural Historian had been tense to the point of nearly holding her breath, hurriedly nodded, opened the silver Magic Guided Book, and placed her hand on the page:

”Look here!”

She shouted.

Except for Fang Hong, everyone in the cave, caught off guard, turned to look in that direction. But Gita simply closed her eyes, her large glasses seemingly reflecting a rising Golden Flame—

She was chanting aloud:

”...they saw a blazing fire...”

”...like the light blossoming in the darkness.”

”That was a Sun...”

”An endless sea of light and flame, streaking across the night sky...”

”The carriages racing towards the Sun,” Chapter Three, Verse Twelve, excerpted from the brightest chapters of the Great Hymn of Praise, one of the most frequently recited praises by the believers of Ouli in their lifetime.

Upon hearing this voice, the ’Messenger’ suddenly realized there was another person in the darkness. And only one kind of person would imbue their voice with magic power to recite these ancient chapters.

That was the Natural Historian.

He had heard of this spell and realized the danger, but it was too late.

As Gita described crisply, a Flame of Sunlight seemed to rise slowly in the cave, everyone seeing the carriage racing in the golden sun—that first ray of dawn, a myriad of luminous beams pierced through everyone’s pupils like arrows.