The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

The moment the words fell, Linglong's seemingly weak fist suddenly opened, then turned into a blur and slammed hard into the back of the Weaver of Fate!

"Thump!"

A deafeningly loud bang.

A terrifying fist-shaped indentation instantly appeared on the back of the Weaver of Fate.

Her prized insect armor shattered like a thin layer of ice before that punch.

The violent destructive force penetrated through her bones and exploded directly inside her chest cavity.

In that instant, the internal organs were completely displaced, and even the heart developed a terrible crack.

"puff--!!"

A mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out from the mouth of the Weaver of Fate.

She was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string, slammed into the ground by the punch, leaving a terrifying bloody gash over a hundred meters long in the scorched earth.

Finally, she crashed heavily into a huge pile of rubble.

The boulder collapsed, pinning most of her body down.

Fresh blood kept gushing out from the gaps in the wreckage.

pain.

The extreme pain caused the Weaver Queen's consciousness to begin to fade. She tried to move a finger, but found that her entire body was completely unresponsive.

Am I going to die here?

Her gaze pierced through the swirling dust, landing on Linglong, who was walking towards her step by step, and the eagle master in mid-air.

I'm sorry, Master.

I really tried my best...

The Weaver of Fate lowered her head helplessly, and the light in her eyes began to dim rapidly.

In mid-air, the cyan wind element had been compressed to its limit.

The storm in the Eagle Master's palm emitted a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

The surrounding air was completely sucked out.

"Go to hell!"

Eagle Master grinned maliciously and pressed down hard with his right hand.

The raging whirlwind transformed into a ferocious blue beast with its jaws wide open, roaring as it crashed down towards the Weaver of Fates at the bottom of the deep pit.

The Queen closed her eyes.

My body is completely out of control; it has been drained of even the last bit of its essence.

It's over.

"boom--!"

A deafening roar exploded at the bottom of the deep pit.

The violent energy blast blew away all the ruins within a hundred meters.

Dust mixed with charred mud rose into the sky, obscuring the entire heavens.

The eagle pilot in mid-air grinned widely.

Now, there won't even be any crumbs left.

however.

Before the smoke and dust had even cleared, a dusty figure suddenly darted out from the center of the explosion.

It was extremely fast, like a cannonball flying close to the ground.

The smile on the Eagle Master's face froze instantly.

His gaze pierced through the dust, fixed intently on that direction.

On a huge rock a kilometer away.

A humanoid figure landed steadily.

He was also holding the Weaver Queen, who was already in a semi-comatose state, in his arms.

"Cough cough... This is really close."

San Shi shook his right arm, which was numb from the shock, with force.

Just now, in order to show off and withstand a king-level attack, he broke several of his finger bones.

If she had arrived a fraction of a second later, that spider woman would definitely have been sliced ​​into pieces.

He looked down at the person in his arms.

"Hey, still breathing?" San Shi scoffed.

"If you die, my master will skin me alive and use my skin as a footrest."

The Weaver Queen struggled to open one eye.

Through my blurred vision, I could make out San Shi's roguish face.

She didn't speak, but a mouthful of black blood gushed from her throat, and she completely lost consciousness.

"Damn, she's already fainted?" San Shi quickly checked her carotid artery.

It also pulsates.

Thank goodness, I'm alive.

Despite his heartache, San Shi fed the Weaver of Fate a drop of the Water of Life.

The water of life, though it cannot replenish her depleted essence, can at least keep her alive and ensure she does not die.

Then, San Shi casually placed the Weaver of Fate behind the boulder and tore off a piece of rag to cover her.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you snatch someone from my hands!" A furious roar crashed down from mid-air.

The Eagle Division was furious.

Just when they were about to succeed, some scoundrel appeared out of nowhere and snatched the prize away.

He flapped his wings violently, and a terrifying pressure, as heavy as a physical weight, poured down fiercely in the direction where San Shi was.

Amidst the surrounding ruins, the kings who had come to watch the spectacle stirred.

"Who is this guy?"

"Never seen him before, he looks completely unfamiliar. But how could he possibly snatch someone from under Lord Eagle Master's command?"

"Wait, look at the energy fluctuations on his body..."

A monster leader with compound eyes suddenly narrowed his eyes.

His gaze was fixed on the faint, distorting gray force field surrounding San Shi.

"It's the aura of authority!"

"The power of lies?!"

These words immediately caused an uproar among the monsters.

All the monsters' eyes changed.

The initial shock quickly faded, replaced by undisguised contempt and jealousy.

"I thought he was some kind of ruthless character, but it turns out he's just a nouveau riche who devoured the core of origin."

The compound-eyed monster sneered.

"Judging from his weak aura, he must have just recently gained power."

A monster with bone spurs growing on its back next to it also spat.

"He really got incredibly lucky; he actually managed to find the very core of the lie."

"To forcibly elevate oneself to the quasi-king level by devouring the cores of others is utterly foolish!"

"Exactly. If you rise to power through such underhanded means, your life is over."

"Even if he were to accidentally step in dog poop and actually advance to the King level, he would still be the lowest of the low in his class, and would never be able to climb any higher."

In the monsters' hierarchy of contempt.

This kind of opportunistic guy isn't even worthy of carrying the shoes of a true king.

midair.

Hearing the discussions below, Eagle Master's face grew increasingly gloomy.

"A mere quasi-king who rose to power by devouring cores dares to snatch someone from my hands?"

The murderous intent in the Eagle Master's voice almost froze the air.

His immense mental power instantly locked onto San Shi.

The moment of exploration.

Eagle Master's eyebrows shot up sharply.

His spiritual power touched a mark deep within San Shi's soul that was extremely domineering and completely not of San Shi's own.

That is a master-servant contract of absolute submission.

Eagle Master was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter in anger.

Arrogant laughter echoed over the ruins.

"I thought you had a lot of guts."

The Eagle Master's gaze towards San Shi completely changed to that of someone looking at a pile of garbage.

He pointed at San Shi and began to mock him loudly.

"So you're just like that spider."

"Another fool who surrendered his very soul and pledged allegiance to someone else!"

Eagle Master's eyes were full of disdain.

As someone of noble royal blood, he despised those servile lackeys who fawned over him.

"If you lack ability, you sell your soul to others as a slave, willingly degrading yourself!"

"Today I'll take pity on you and send you on your way along with that spider!"

The cyan wind element once again flowed violently across the Eagle Master's body.

Faced with the Eagle Master's fury and overwhelming killing intent.

Instead of retreating, San Shi took a step forward.

He stuck out his little finger, picked at his ear, and then casually flicked his nail.