In an instant, Bayou felt herself plummeting into an abyss.

The surrounding scenery morphed and shifted.

The fortress walls beneath her and the undead around her vanished without a trace.

Standing before her was the golden-haired man, calm and composed, surrounded by a dazzling golden light that blinded by you, rendering her unable to see.

All else had disappeared, leaving only herself and the man in a peculiar space.

A barrier space? What kind of ability is this? Bayou was taken aback, realizing she had been completely immobilized.

This realm was sused with holy light, enveloped in gold, stretching infinitely in all directions.

Not only was the dark magic within by you suppressed entirely, but she also sensed no elemental power to release any other spells, unable to cast magic.

Cease your struggles.

This is my domain, and escape is feudal.

The golden-haired man remained still at a distance.

Yet his voice echoed from all directions, laced with disdain and arrogance.

Had he not been concerned that his holy light would damage the darkness within by you, he would have manipulated her directly with it rather than engaging in this lengthy discourse.

Submit to me, and I shall spare your life," the golden-haired man stated once more as a nightly contract of golden light materialized before by you.

observing the contract by you smiled.

Sign it.

How preposterous.

With a swift motion, a sharp blade of light cleaved the contract in two.

Clutching her scythe, her gaze remained calm and indifferent.

Without magic, she still wielded her weapon, utterly foolish.

In an instant, the golden light surged around her.

The entire space boiling with energy, and Bayu was struck by an invisible force sent sprawling to the ground.

her body being eroded by the living golden light.

How long do you think you can endure? At that moment, within the city of the undead, the sudden disappearance of the two left all the undead bewildered, utterly at a loss.

Suddenly, undead began to perish in droves with no sign of sessation within the space.

The man remained motionless.

Yet, in the blink of an eye, he stood before the fallen bayou.

She erupted with fury, swinging her scythe towards him, only to have her strike caught effortlessly in his grasp.

Not only did he not retreat, but he had barely moved a muscle.

Bang! With a swift kick, he sent Bayou flying, her side slipping from her grasp as he strolled leisurely towards her prone form.

"Alien, I offer you one more opportunity for a fresh choice.

" As he spoke, the golden nightly contract reappeared before by you.

The overwhelming disparity in power left her feeling utterly powerless.

Yet, unbeknownst to her, at that very moment, the honor medal within her spatial ring flickered with a faint purple glow.

On the other side, within the city of Lingfang in the Gata Empire, the great mage Mogus arrived unexpectedly.

"What brings you here?" he was asked.

I have official matters to attend to.

We shall speak later.

With that, Mogus transformed into a fleeting purple shadow and vanished, leaving behind a significant surge of magical energy.

In a palace study, a woman holding a quill gazed toward the direction where Mogus had departed, lost in contemplation at the frosty snow mountains, Mogus traversed several hundred miles in an instant, only to pause midair, halting his flight.

Does she still have connections with that individual? Well, since I am here, I suppose I must repay a favor.

Though I wonder if my old face still holds any weight.

With a sigh, he redirected his course toward the dark forest, albeit with less urgency this time.

Meanwhile, in the city of the undead, within the domain of a goldenhaired man, Whiteu remained steadfast in her refusal, even in the face of his second request for submission.

To control the undead for the angels, is nothing but a dream.

She boldly met his gaze, causing him to momentarily falter, surprised that she had discerned his intentions.

Very clever, but that decision is not yours to make.

He raised his palm, and an abundance of golden light surged forth, coalescing towards White U's head, intending to forcibly manipulate her with holy light.

Just then, however, the golden light began to dissipate, and the entire holy domain collapsed, thrusting both of them back into the city of the undead.

Blood trickled from the man's lips as he suffered from the devastation of his domain, his expression shifting to one of sheer terror, losing the calm demeanor he once possessed.

"Senior, this is a private matter of my sanctuary.

Why do you interfere?" Faced with overwhelming pressure, he was drenched in sweat.

Yet he could not afford to lose face for the sanctuary.

Be gone.

A horse male voice echoed from the dark forest.

A voice White U recognized as the one that had previously guided her from the depths of the forest.

The man clutched his chest, wiped the blood from his lips, and vanished from the city of the undead without a word.

He sensed the murderous intent directed at him.

Perhaps sparing his life was already a concession to the sanctuary.

White, you rose, her gaze fixed on the direction of the dark forest.

Thank you for your assistance, senior, she called out, but the mysterious figure offered no response.

Fading into silence once more.

After a moment of bowing in gratitude, she too returned to the city of the undead.

This time, the losses among her undead forces were unprecedentedly severe, the worst in history.

She would need to take stock of their strength soon.

As for the enigmatic figure in the depths of the dark forest, if he chose to disregard her, there was little she could do.

At least his current demeanor seemed friendly enough.

Otherwise, she might have already met her end, and she did not indulge in baseless fears.

Could one truly strike down an LV8 monarch level being? White was uncertain, but she understood that her opponent was undoubtedly formidable in the depths of the dark forest.

A purple figure materialized.

It was Mogus.

His gaze fell upon a middle-aged man meditating on a massive stone not far away.

"Thank you for your assistance, but a person of your stature would likely not concern himself with the debts of the previous generation.

Would you?" Morus spoke politely, for he was a friend of an old acquaintance's son.

"The mysterious man kept his eyes closed, remaining in a meditative posture.

" "I see," he replied.

"I must apologize regarding matters concerning the human race.

" Morgus displayed a look of realization.

then recalled something and expressed his regrets to the man.

It is of no consequence.

Humans are inherently like this.

The mysterious figure responded in a horse voice, devoid of any discernable emotion, seemingly indifferent to his surroundings.

"How much time do you have left?" he inquired.

"Time is short.

Today, I have expended some energy.

Yet, regrettably, she is not yet matured.

For reasons unknown, Morgus suddenly thought about you and began to speak in truth.

" Chapter 330.

A modest enhancement within the palace.

Bayou felt utterly exhausted.

Realizing the urgent need to elevate his strength.

This was the first time he had faced an assault at his doorstep.

Yet certainly not the last.

With the looming threat of a mysterious figure, it was likely that the sanctuary would refrain from causing trouble for the time being.

Thus, attaining royal rank was of utmost importance.

However, the information concerning the undead had likely been compromised, and he hoped that further troubles would not arise too swiftly.

The losses from the recent battle were devastating with over 20 royal level warriors perishing and a staggering 80,000 ordinary undead sacrificed while shielding Bayou from harm.

The power of a royal level adversary was indeed formidable.

Bayou felt no sense of loss, for lamentation served no purpose.

Currently, SARS lacked the capacity to resurrect royal level beings.