He Ao looked up at Cowen, who stood behind layers of blood-red figures, and slowly raised the bone sword in his hand, adorned with orange patterns. "Right, that’s the look in your eyes I want to see, the look of a wolf cub in the forest taking revenge for its parents. Show me that look," He clenched a golden longsword, his chest wound already sealed by squirming flesh buds, but his face still wore a smile, "Shout with all your might, Yiluo, let me see where your limits lie." The twisted blood-red figures all looked up at He Ao simultaneously and then charged at him without hesitation. He Ao touched his earpiece, which was now only transmitting a blur of static noise. Accompanied by some kind of ’activation’ from the Eternal Divine Nation, the surrounding electromagnetic signals seemed disturbed as well, with the earpiece echoing constant static. Watching the blood-red figures before him, he advanced, swinging the sword in his hand gracefully, and then backhandedly decapitated one of the blood-red figures. That blood-red figure instantly collapsed, merging into the flesh below. At the same time, the hands of the blood-red figures ahead of him began to gather golden brilliance, forming thick broadswords. The blood-red figure closest to He Ao swung the broadsword towards He Ao’s back accordingly. He Ao blocked that strike with his sword held behind and then kicked out sideways, sending the blood-red figure flying. The figure slammed to the ground, its entire form instantly shattering. From a strength perspective, these blood-red figures had already surpassed the B-level threshold, but their defense was far weaker than that of normal B-level figures. As he kicked and retreated, He Ao’s movements didn’t cease; he backhanded his sword, slashing towards the front. Two blood-red figures that hadn’t reacted in time were immediately severed. These blood-red figures reacted slightly slower than normal B-level figures, even slower than the ’Believers’ of the Eternal Secret Teachings who boosted their strength to B-level through ’Enchantment.’ After a few brief sword strikes, He Ao cleared out several blood-red figures in front of him. However, in front of him, the dense crowd of blood-red figures was increasing. Twisted blood-red figures continuously surged from the distorted flesh on the ground. In that moment, He Ao recalled Alice’s Paper Butterfly ability; Paper Butterfly could summon three C-level resentful spirits within its Domain, and as long as the Domain remained, these three C-level resentful spirits would not perish. He Ao glanced over the dense crowd of blood-red figures in front of him, then his eyes swept over the ’high-rise buildings’ undulating under the night sky. Snowflakes fell into the ’forest’ formed by these swaying blood-red figures. What he faced was not these blood-red figures, but the Eternal Divine Nation ruling this area. As long as the power of the Divine Nation wasn’t exhausted, these blood-red figures would never die. He looked up, eyeing Cowen standing at the far end of the dense ’forest of figures.’ At that moment, Cowen stood at the edge of a building, watching him with a smile. He Ao leaped forward, kicking a blood-red figure rushing towards him. While shattering that figure, his form twisted through the scattering flesh; he parried a golden broadsword slicing towards his back and raised his leg high, kicking another approaching blood-red figure in the head. The defense had strengthened. As the thought flashed through his mind, he burst the blood-red head with a kick. The young man took the opportunity to leap up, stepping on the headless figure, then vaulted powerfully, leaping over the heads of the blood-red figures in front of him, his sword aiming straight at Cowen’s chest. A powerful force descended upon him, streams of flowing energy brilliance appearing in He Ao’s field of view. Since Cowen had not successfully embraced the power of the Eternal Divine Nation, despite appearing to have undergone numerous ’modifications,’ he remained a ’human’ with just one energy convergence point. Of course, Cowen wasn’t the only entity, flowing with energy under the night sky. The tangled energy circuits within the twisted flesh even caused He Ao to feel a bit dizzy. However, this dizziness didn’t affect He Ao’s condition. The black-robed youth’s body moved through the increasingly dense snowfall, descended from Heaven, and lunged at Cowen. Cowen raised the golden longsword in his hand, but instead of blocking, he leapt backward, jumping off the edge of the rooftop into the pitch-dark night sky. He Ao immediately realized something was amiss and twisted his body mid-air, retracting his bone sword to shield himself. Simultaneously, giant tentacles, already prepared, stretched out from the dark night. Sweeping through, they struck his body with sudden force. Although He Ao’s reflexive block had mitigated some of the impact’s force, his body was still flung away by the overwhelming strength. The thin figure of the youth streaked across the night sky, crashing into a nearby building. His body smashed through one workshop after another, shattering several assembly lines in the process, and finally broke through the entire building, crashing into the wall of another building behind it. This time, he didn’t break through the wall, because it had already transformed into thick, undulating flesh that ’indented’ inward and caught him. Orange blood spilled from the corners of He Ao’s mouth, trickling down his pale skin. "You wouldn’t think that the Eternal Divine Nation could only summon some simple minions, would you?" Cowen stood in midair, supported by a giant tentacle extending from the nearby building, gazing down at He Ao from afar with a smile, "However, your life force is indeed ’resilient.’" One after another, blood-red arms reached out from the bloody wall behind He Ao, attempting to grasp his body and pull him into the flesh. He Ao, well-prepared, swung his sword, cutting off the surrounding bloodied hands, then forcefully leaped forward. His figure moved diagonally upwards through the void, reaching the edge of the rooftop he had just smashed through, and then flipped onto the rooftop with momentum. He spat out a mouthful of orange blood and looked up at Cowen, supported by the tentacles in the night sky. A blood-colored figure emerged from behind He Ao, lifting the golden longsword and silently slashing toward He Ao’s back. He Ao, without turning, swung his hand to create a flourish with his sword, switching from holding the sword normally to holding it in reverse, and then thrust backward, piercing through the chest of the blood-colored figure behind him before flicking it to the right, sending it flying to crash on the ground. This time, the blood-colored figure didn’t shatter directly but slowly melted into the ground. He Ao tapped his ear, pulling out the completely shattered miniature intercom and crushed it. Meanwhile, more blood-colored figures started to appear on the rooftop where he stood. He Ao scanned these figures. Their strength and defenses had been enhanced, but their agility remained slightly sluggish and unchanged. It even seemed to be ’weaker’? The youth looked up thoughtfully at Cowen in the night sky. "Do you have a way to deal with the endless power of the Eternal Divine Nation?" Cowen, quite interested, watched him, "Yiluo, if you don’t want to die, you’d better hurry up." Giant tentacles, each over three meters in diameter, suddenly surged from the sides of the building below He Ao, alongside the blood-colored figures, lashing toward He Ao’s face. He Ao looked up at these tentacles, suddenly leaped, stabbing into the tallest one, then using it as leverage to roll, pulling out his bone sword and continuing his ascent towards the sky. Cowen watched this scene, his face finally showing some expression, "Interesting." The tentacles under his feet kept extending out, lifting him up as they continuously pursued He Ao into the sky. And as their height increased, amidst the upper reaches of the sky, a pure white Mecha appeared in their view. As their altitude rose, He Ao’s ascending speed also slowed, and a swiftly extending tentacle rose quickly, lashing toward him again, trying to halt his movement. He Ao seized the opportunity to grab a tentacle during the process, another tentacle struck his body, this tentacle bearing golden barbs, with blood spreading from his back. Yet, he did not let go but bit his teeth, rolled over, and jumped upward with another push. That pure white mecha had flown directly above his head, and soon he would be able to enter the mecha. "Little guy, I can’t let you escape," Cowen said, smiling and slightly raising his hand. The tentacle under his feet swiftly lifted, and the tentacles chasing He Ao also increased in speed several fold, surpassing He Ao’s body and blocking above his head. At the same time, several more tentacles coiled up and wrapped around He Ao. He Ao stepped on one tentacle for leverage and severed the tip of another. At this moment, another tentacle struck his chest, sending him flying sideways. Then his slender figure quickly passed through the gap between the outer tentacles, thrusting his sword into one of them, then using it to stand up. Orange blood had already soaked the black robe on his chest, but his movements still did not cease, and he continued to climb upward along the endlessly extending outer tentacles. Now he was even closer to the mecha in the sky. At this moment, the tentacles spreading toward the sky suddenly stopped growing and coiled into a bundle in the air, forming a platform of flesh and blood. He Ao jumped directly onto this fleshy platform. He looked up, there was still a distance to the mecha in the sky, directly jumping would not suffice. He still needed leverage, even if it were a flailing tentacle, but clearly, Cowen wasn’t going to give him that chance. The fleshy platform did not attack him, he turned his head and looked back. The tentacle carrying Cowen finally reached the edge of this platform, he lightly jumped up, stepping onto the platform. Now they were hundreds of meters above the ground, the howling cold wind billowed through their clothes, from this height, even the high-rise buildings below seemed somewhat diminutive. Here, the drifting snowflakes became even denser, landing on both their shoulders. "Why don’t you let your mecha descend a bit? Then you could just jump in," Cowen said, holding the golden long sword, watching He Ao, smiling. He Ao simply gripped the bone sword in his hand, not speaking. This fallen angel mecha was the one he had previously used, with Eve’s system inside. His earlier arrangement was for Lena to return to the Mayor’s Mansion, then the mecha would come over. Just now, this mecha had been on standby outside this area. If it couldn’t sense He Ao’s signal at all, meaning the micro walkie-talkie had been completely crushed, it would float in the air until it saw his figure. During the process of climbing along the tentacles, He Ao had actually been reminding Eve of the height she should fly at through subtle movements. In fact, he didn’t know if Eve could detect and recognize his intentions, especially after losing the network connection, as Eve inside the mecha actually only had the mecha’s chip’s computing power available to her. Fortunately, Eve was as reliable as ever. And the reason he controlled the height was in reference to Alice’s "Domain." "You’re very clever, little guy," Cowen took a deep breath, watching He Ao, saying with a smile, "to discover the Kingdom of God’s weakness lies above ’high altitudes’ in such a short time." He glanced around, smiling, "Indeed, the Kingdom of God’s power doesn’t spread to the high skies, this is the endpoint of the Kingdom of God’s power. But unfortunately, you can’t escape from here now, I can’t let you leave." He Ao gripped the bone sword with both hands, watching Cowen. Here, of course, wasn’t the endpoint of the power of the Eternal Divine Nation at this intersection, but rather the altitude controlled by the mecha Eve was. As long as Eve moved slightly further down, Cowen would have been able to burst forth in an instant, maneuvering his tentacles to pierce through the Mecha and completely deprive He Ao of his "reliance" to "leave." Watching He Ao’s gaze, Cowen knew that the young man in front of him had not accepted his "misguidance." He shook his head, smiled, and raised the golden longsword in his hand, "It seems, I must kill you with my own hands." Although this flesh platform had deprived He Ao of all possibilities to leverage and jump off, it also blocked Cowen’s ability to continue his tentacle attacks, as the tentacles would become targets that He Ao could use. At the same time, he couldn’t simply withdraw the flesh platform and let He Ao fall. For other enemies, this might have been effective, but against He Ao, it would likely backfire. He was almost certain that if he retracted the tentacles, He Ao would not hesitate to lower the Mecha’s altitude and then take the opportunity to escape. After all, retracting and extending the tentacles took time. Clearly, this young boy in front of him was adept at seizing these barely detectable "opportunities." He glanced at the orange blood on He Ao’s body and smiled, "Can you still wield your sword?" He Ao looked at him and raised his bone sword. He suddenly raised his golden longsword and took several steps forward, slashing at He Ao. He Ao placed his sword horizontally in front of him, blocking the slash. As the bone sword moved past the golden blade, it also moved past the drifting snowflakes. Cowen immediately thrusted his sword forward. He Ao sidestepped and flipped his sword, rotating the blade ninety degrees downward, and then deflected Cowen’s thrust once more. The ice crystals below the flowing wind were dispersed by the clashed swords, and He Ao consequently raised his sword in a backhanded manner, thrusting forward towards Cowen’s chest. Cowen quickly pulled back his sword, and held it upward, blocking this thrust. Fine cracks had begun to appear on the slender bone sword. Then he forcefully deflected the bone sword, sweeping his own sword horizontally toward He Ao’s neck. He Ao’s body was slightly off-balance from the force of the slash, and his body was very weak from the ongoing fight. He immediately ducked and pressed his body low, dodging Cowen’s horizontal sweep, and then swooped downward, lifting his sword towards Cowen’s legs. In that instant, Cowen’s slashing motion abruptly changed, the blade arched downward, piercing He Ao’s back in a flash. He Ao stiffened entirely. Cowen stepped forward decisively, foot pressing on the bone sword. With a soft crack, the entire bone sword snapped suddenly along its existing cracks, and half of the blade fell onto the flesh platform. With a smile tugging at his lips, Cowen violently pulled out the longsword that had pierced He Ao’s back, and He Ao’s body was consequently flung onto the flesh platform, rolling to its edge. The dim city lights under the snowy curtain entered his eyes. "It seems you’re indeed going to die here." Cowen glanced at the fresh blood on the golden longsword, gripped the sword with both hands, held it forward, and sighed. At this moment, He Ao slowly stood up, the howling wind fluttering his hair, his hands clutching the broken sword, glancing at the splattered orange blood on the flesh platform. Bits of falling snowflakes settled at his feet.