I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

Victor sneered twice:

"Heh, just a piece of trash who relies on a sacred relic. But no matter what, he's still my uncle. You, who also relies on the sacred sword, have no right to insult him!"

As they spoke, countless shadows emerged from the gaps in the walls on both sides of the corridor, spreading along the floor, walls, and ceiling, sweeping towards the crowd.

This is the attack method of the [Shadow Double]!

Once swallowed up, it will fall into a deadlock of being replaced, slowly being killed and replaced by its own shadow.

Ji Tian remained calm and extended his hands to the side in a hand seal.

"Domain Expansion"

Golden light streamed from his palm, spreading outwards in all directions from him.

Wherever the light patterns passed, dense golden runes appeared on the corridor's floor tiles, walls, and ceiling, like a giant net that was instantly spread out.

The runes connect, intersect, and resonate with each other, creating an independent space of laws throughout the corridor.

The shadow froze the moment it collided with the golden rune, like an insect trapped in amber, struggling violently but unable to escape.

Viktor originally only intended to force Ji Tian to unleash the Holy Sword with one move, and then fight the hero in that form as his first opponent. However, he suddenly became interested when he saw this situation.

"The shadow is anchored? Holy light can't do that, this is... spatial magic?"

Ji Tian ignored him, gripped the hilt of the holy sword at his waist with his right hand, and slowly drew it out.

The moment the sword was drawn, golden light burst forth, all of which was compressed into an extremely thin beam of light that extended forward along the blade, directly slicing the corridor in two!

Despite Victor's immense power, he had only recently mastered it and wouldn't take a direct hit from the holy light; he quickly dodged the attack.

"Hero, you are indeed more thorough than I imagined. Unfortunately—"

His figure vanished from the spot, and the concealed authority completely erased his aura and presence.

Ji Tian's divine sense and domain suddenly contracted, raising the precision of his perception to the extreme.

If the concealer can eliminate the "sense of existence," then he will perceive the "non-existence."

In a uniformly flowing air, as long as something moves, there will be a disturbance, even if the disturbance is so small as to be almost imperceptible.

Of course, Ji Tian was betting that Victor wasn't skilled at using authority; truly concealing authority is much more troublesome than that.

found it.

About thirty paces to Ji Tian's right rear, an extremely subtle, unnatural discontinuity appeared in the airflow, like the trail left by an invisible fish swimming across the water.

Ji Tiansheng Sword slashed out with a backhand strike.

The golden sword light tore through the corridor once more, striking precisely at the end of the trail.

"Zheng—"

A metallic clang exploded from the void, forcing Viktor's figure into outline. His Great Staff was held horizontally in front of him, creating a shield that rippled outwards from the impact of the sword light.

His right wrist was severed, and dark gray light patterns seeped from his sleeve. It healed quickly, and he said with considerable surprise:

"How did you find out?"

But Ji Tian's second sword was already aimed at Victor's face.

Viktor instinctively raised his cane to block again.

The nine illusory figures had just entered his body. Each authority felt like a weapon that had never been used before—heavy, unfamiliar, and requiring time to adjust to.

He only knew that these forces "existed," but he didn't know how to make them work together.

Ji Tian wouldn't give him time to adjust.

Each sword strike landed precisely on the same spot defended by the great staff, like a blacksmith repeatedly hammering the same red-hot iron billet on an anvil.

The ripples of the silvery-white film grew more violent with each passing moment, while the light from the great staff dimmed with each passing moment.

Viktor was forced to retreat, his feet leaving deep footprints in the paving stones. Dark gray light patterns spread from the edges of the footprints, corroding the stone into powder.

"That's enough!"

He slammed his great staff into the ground.

A silvery-white halo exploded from the tip of the staff, transforming into a ring-shaped shockwave that spread outwards.

The reliefs on both sides of the corridor shattered upon impact, sending rubble flying like rain.

Ji Tian took a step forward, and with a vertical slash of his holy sword, he cleaved the oncoming shockwave in two.

The golden sword light sliced ​​the silvery ripples in two like a watershed, and the shockwave grazed his shoulder, blasting two deep craters in the wall behind him.

Viktor had already drawn his great staff, and dark gray light patterns seeped from the pores of his entire body, forming a flowing carapace on his skin.

He opened his mouth, and a silent shriek exploded from deep within his throat.

The Memory Eater.

An invisible wave passed over Ji Tian and headed straight for the four people behind him.

Viktor's goal was clear: if he couldn't beat Ji Tian, ​​then he would first deal with Ji Tian's weakness.

Ji Tian's movements were even faster than that wave.

He made an extremely simple hand seal with his left hand, and the resulting wave was like light hitting a reflective wall and bouncing back along the same path.

Viktor took the hit himself.

His dark purple pupils went unfocused for a moment, his newborn head tilted to one side, and the great staff nearly slipped from his grasp.

But he quickly shook his head and refocused.

"Weaving illusions... You can even do something like that?"

Ji Tian did indeed use the technique of weaving illusions.

The mirror, though seemingly simple, was actually a miniature illusion that reflected the memory devourer's fluctuations back to the caster.

Viktor was consumed by his own power; his mind was filled with the arguing of nine voices, some cursing his recklessness, some advising him to retreat, and some mocking his incompetence.

Viktor even felt like he was a little schizophrenic.

Ji Tian did not let this opportunity slip by.

The holy sword was raised high, and golden light poured out in all directions like a waterfall.

The holy light amplifies.

This is an ability that Ji Tian has never shown before.

The Holy Sword itself is a creation of faith and an amplifier of holy light. When Ji Tian infused it with his spiritual power at the Nascent Soul stage, the output of holy light from the Holy Sword was amplified dozens of times, directly reaching the level of "restraining evil gods".

The entire corridor was engulfed in golden light.

"you--!"

The Great Staff would inevitably break under such an attack. Victor gave up raising the staff to defend himself, first enduring the attack head-on, and then swung the staff at Ji Tian, ​​who was holding a sword.

The large staff, arcing silver-white, slammed towards Ji Tian's side.

Ji Tian sheathed his sword and parried.

The staff and sword clashed, and a shockwave exploded from the point of impact.

Several floor tiles in the corridor were lifted up, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the walls on both sides.

True fear finally appeared in Viktor's dark purple pupils.

He can't beat him.

The great staff's defenses were being peeled away layer by layer, and the nine consciousnesses within his body were still arguing incessantly. If the fight continued, he might have his sanity exhausted by the hero before he could fully unleash his power.

Viktor retreated several hundred meters, holding his large staff horizontally in front of him, the silvery membrane shrinking back into a defensive form.

"The hero is indeed formidable. Why don't we shake hands and make peace? Don't forget, I have a hostage."

Ji Tian, ​​of course, would not sheathe his sword.

At least three or four of Viktor's nine divine powers have not yet been revealed, and Viktor is most likely stalling for time.

"Trying to threaten me with my companions? You're welcome to try."

The golden membrane covering Elena and the other three was a protective aura condensed from the spiritual power of the Nascent Soul stage. Viktor's attempt to bypass him and attack the four was simply unrealistic given the difference in power.

Unexpectedly, Victor raised his arms and declared, "With the authority over the plague, eliminating ordinary people is relatively easy. Right now, everyone in the capital is my hostage!"

"Aren't you the hero? Surely you'll agree?"