It felt so good to be close to the witch!

The man in black robes—no, it would be more accurate to call him the Bone-Faced Man now—raised his head, staring at the rapidly approaching crimson greatsword, a wide, exaggerated smile stretching almost to his ears.

"Roar!"

With a roar, a large amount of black, sticky mud gushed out from the gap in his chest, completely enveloping his body in the blink of an eye and forming a huge black egg.

"Crack!"

The crimson giant sword struck the pitch-black egg with a deafening roar. Countless cracks appeared on the surface of the black egg, and the crimson giant sword, under the force of the impact, shattered into countless fragments.

"Boom! Boom!"

A heartbeat as loud as a drumbeat resounded, and Andrew's expression changed slightly in mid-air. But before he could launch an attack, the hard shell on the surface of the giant black egg shattered and fell away, and a ferocious shadow slowly stood up.

The newly formed, skeletal man was covered in explosive muscles. Unlike ordinary muscles, these muscles were fluid, constantly pulsating, as if tiny mice were running rapidly beneath his skin. His pale skin was covered with eerie black and blue patterns that snaked and coiled, eventually forming a bizarre snake head on his left chest.

A strange aura, distinct from battle qi, spread out. In a daze, Andrew and Ais saw an indescribable behemoth roaring behind the bone-faced man, unleashing an endless tsunami.

Staring directly at the phantom of the giant sea monster, Andrew's expression froze, and his thoughts briefly paused.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Bone-Faced Man launched a counterattack.

He stomped his feet heavily on the ground, pulling up the black phantom, and almost instantly crossed Andrew, arriving above the ice island, and charging wildly towards the lost ice coffin.

Intense pain tormented his body and soul, driving the Bone Man into a state of madness. Even so, he was clear about his goal: not to defeat the legendary knight blocking his way, but to find the Lost Ice Coffin.

As long as the lost ice coffin is broken or opened, restoring the rules of the conflicting balance to normal, then he can choose to flee or fight as he pleases.

Once Andrew broke free from the "shock" state, the distance between the bone-faced man and the lost ice coffin was less than twenty meters.

This discovery enraged Andrew. He tried his best to catch up, but he was a step behind. Even though he was faster than the Bone Man, it was too late to catch up before the Bone Man touched the Lost Ice Coffin.

On the ice crystal throne beside the lost ice coffin, Ais stood up. She drew an ice longsword with a bloodline in the center from her heart. The extreme coldness turned the air into a pale blue.

The Bloodline Ice Sword slashed horizontally, and a visible pale red cold current spread out in a fan shape, heading towards the approaching bone-faced man.

"Crack."

Wherever the pale red cold current passed, the air turned into ice crystals that fell. When the bone-faced man's body was touched by the cold current, a layer of pale red frost immediately appeared on his surface.

"Hoohoo!"

The black fighting spirit on the Bone-Faced Man's surface erupted, shattering the ice, but affected by the cold current, his body involuntarily paused for 0.1 seconds.

That mere 0.1 seconds was enough for Andrew to catch up.

"Boom-"

The knight's sword, coated with viscous flames, slashed heavily at the bone-faced man's neck, tearing through the skin and penetrating deep into his cervical vertebrae, causing the bone-faced man's neck to bend at an exaggerated ninety-degree angle. His body flew out at an angle and crashed into the distant basin mountain.

Andrew gave Ais a grateful look, then turned his gaze toward the Bone-Faced Man, his eyes filled with solemnity.

In that last strike, although his knight's sword pierced the opponent's neck, he felt an extremely strong sense of obstruction as it broke through the skin and penetrated the muscle layer.

He knew that the sword had not severed the other man's cervical vertebrae.

The Bone-Faced Man is still alive!

Recalling the giant sea monster phantom that had momentarily stunned him, and the eerie aura so different from battle qi, Andrew felt a sense of unease.

So, what exactly is it?

"call……"

Andrew exhaled deeply, his body began to swell, his muscles began to bulge, and in less than half a second, his height reached a terrifying eight meters.

In the crimson light, intricate patterns appeared on the surface of his armor, which also grew larger as his body expanded.

"kill!"

With a loud shout, the icy ground beneath Andrew's feet shattered, forming a giant crater several meters in radius, and his enormous body had already reached above the Bone-Faced Man.

Regardless of what kind of being the Bone-Faced Man is or what faction he belongs to, today, no matter the cost, he will surely kill him here.

On the icy island, Ais held the Bloodline Ice Sword, her gaze deep and thoughtful.

The Bone-Faced Man was indeed much weaker than Andrew. Even though he was reborn from the Black Egg, he was still not as good as Andrew. But even though he was a "pseudo-legendary" who was much weaker than a normal one-star legend, her full-force sword strike could only barely delay him for 0.1 seconds.

Although the Grand Witches are far stronger than the Gold Saints, and even stronger than the Gold Saints at their peak, they are still far too weak compared to the Legendary Witches.

Although Ais had other desperate measures, she knew that even if she used all her methods, she would never be a match for a "weak legend".

Gazing at the fierce battle in the distance, Ais focused her mind on sensing her surroundings.

Her mission was not to fight against the legends, but to deal with the attackers who might exist below the legend level. Although she had not seen any enemies other than the Bone-Faced Man, there were enemies with the ability to become invisible, so she had to be on guard.

Time passed slowly, and on the distant battlefield, Andrew, now a true giant, was driving the Bone Man into a rout. Wounds appeared one after another on the Bone Man's body, and his aura gradually weakened.

During this process, the Bone Man did try to intimidate him with the phantom of a giant sea beast, but Andrew, having learned his lesson, used some method that would make him wake up the next moment even if he was "intimidated," sticking to the Bone Man and preventing him from escaping.

Judging from the current situation, the Bone-Faced Man will be slain by Andrew's sword in just a few minutes at most.

Meanwhile, in mid-air, the golden scales of exchange, in their struggle against the lost ice coffin, were cracked all over and could collapse at any moment.

As the scales of victory steadily tipped in their favor, Ais's gaze grew increasingly cautious.

The closer you get to success, the more careful you need to be.

……

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the bone-faced man, struck in the chest by Andrew's punch, turned into a streak of light and fell to the ground.

The earth shook violently, and dust billowed up. In a crater with a radius of more than ten meters, the bone-faced man coughed incessantly, blood flowing uncontrollably. His grotesque body gradually disappeared, returning to its previous appearance of skin clinging to bones.

Andrew landed on the edge of the pit, large amounts of steam gushing from his mouth, nose, and pores. Clearly, the "giant form" was an extremely heavy burden for him.

Andrew's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He took a heavy step forward and slashed at the neck of the bone-faced man with his knight's sword.

Even the legendary knight, with his powerful vitality, would surely die if he suffered a decapitation or a broken heart.

As the knight's sword drew ever closer, a grim smile appeared on the bone-faced man's face. The next moment, a blinding black light erupted from his heart.

Andrew's pupils contracted sharply.

—Self-destruct!

A devastating shockwave surged forth, and Andrew instinctively retreated rapidly, but he had only gone ten meters when the explosion occurred.

"Boom!"

The terrifying shockwave swept in all directions. The violent energy contained within it caused Andrew's face to turn pale, and his armor developed numerous cracks. He was thrown hundreds of meters away.

"Pfft."

The moment he landed, Andrew immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood.

But instead of focusing on his own injuries, he kept his eyes fixed on the spot where the Bone-Faced Man had self-destructed.

He was more concerned about whether the Bone Man was really dead than about himself.

Generally speaking, a person who self-destructs is certain to die. But the strangeness of the Bone-Faced Man made him uncertain.

As the smoke and dust cleared, a huge crater with a radius of tens of meters came into Andrew's view.

He scanned the area carefully, and as far as he could see, the bone-faced man had not even left any remains; he had been completely pulverized in the self-destruction just now.

The Bone-Faced Man, is he dead?

His gaze swept back and forth several times, and his senses scanned the scene repeatedly. The sight before him clearly showed that the Bone-Faced Man had indeed perished in his self-destruction.

Andrew turned his gaze to the displacement scales in the distance, suspended in mid-air.

Since the skeleton is dead, why didn't the balance of power fail?

Beneath the lost ice coffin, on the dark, hollow wall where magical turbulence constantly surged, a black, broken dagger inserted into it flashed with dark light, and a semi-illusory figure emerged from it.

The moment the semi-illusory figure appeared, Ais and Andrew immediately noticed the energy fluctuations.

Ais's eyes narrowed, and her magic suddenly erupted. She tried to slash at the half-illusory figure with her blood-line ice sword, but the half-illusory figure was in a very clever position. It was in a straight line with Ais, separated by the Lost Ice Coffin. If Ais wanted to attack it, she would attack the Lost Ice Coffin first. If she tried to go around it, she wouldn't have time to attack, and the half-illusory figure would touch the Lost Ice Coffin.

Ais realized this as well, but she had to stop the blood-line ice sword she was about to unleash. If her attack hit the Lost Ice Coffin, the power of the Grand Witch would forcefully open the sealed Lost Ice Coffin.

This is a conspiracy.

In the distance, Andrew's pupils dilated little by little as he desperately rushed toward the ice island, pushing his potential to the limit. His skin cracked and bled profusely, but he couldn't care less about that at the moment.

Even though Andrew's speed had surpassed his peak, it was still far from enough to cover the distance between the semi-illusory figure and the lost ice coffin.

Amid Andrew's bloodshot eyes, the hand of the semi-illusory figure touched the surface of the lost ice coffin.

"Boom!"

A burst of legendary-level battle aura caused the surface of the Lost Ice Coffin to be pushed open in an instant.

The patterns on the surface of the lost ice coffin suddenly lit up, then quickly dimmed.

The lost ice coffin has been opened!

"Om-"

In mid-air, the unstable fluctuations around the golden displacement balance gradually stabilized, and the cracks on its surface were repaired little by little.

"boom!"

A crimson streak of light descended, and the knight's sword pierced through the heart of the semi-illusory figure. With undiminished momentum, it carried the semi-illusory figure hundreds of meters away, embedding itself in the mountainside of the basin.

Without looking at the illusory figure, Andrew landed beside the lost ice coffin. Watching the icy mist continuously escaping from the open coffin, and seeing the girl's face gradually appearing within the mist, his body trembled violently.

"Hehe... Haha... Hahahaha!"

In the distant, massive depression in the basin's mountains, a semi-illusory figure let out a rampant, maniacal laugh.

The crimson battle aura continuously scorched his body, causing its color to fade, but this did not affect his laughter in the slightest.

"You think that finding the lost ice coffin will free you from the curse?"

"No one can escape the death ordained by our lord!"

"boom!"

The knight's sword blazed with crimson light, and the terrifying temperature melted even rocks into liquid. The semi-illusory figure, the primary target of the attack, abruptly vanished in the extreme heat.

In the distance, a sticky, black sludge wriggled and expanded, coalescing into the body of a bone-faced man in less than 0.1 seconds.

His aura was extremely weak, and he was almost falling from the legendary realm.

But it's all worth it.