107: Chapter 107 Holy Light Domain

In the east, the bitter battle between Wang Sheng and Chief Shi Ba continued.

His Holy Light Battle Armor had already developed numerous cracks, resembling a parched riverbed cracking under the scorching sun.

The Frost Spiritual Circuit was operating in overload; the ice-blue patterns resembled dying frost flowers, flickering with increasingly faint light within the cracks.

Every ice-blue flicker was Frost Mage Lin Shiyun's spiritual power bearing the aftershocks of the brute force impacts for him, as if she herself were taking the blows in his stead.

The Frost Spiritual Circuit, carved by Frost Mage Lin Shiyun's own hands, was like her tsundere concern; the words "Do not die" were etched into every inch of the inner lining using the most precise runes.

But even the precision of a Frost Mage could not compensate for the fact that the Warrior Rank 5 Holy Light Battle Armor was wearing down before the brute force of a Warrior Rank 6.

Chief Shi Ba's Mountain Fist landed one after another, each blow forcing Wang Sheng to take a step back.

The brute force of a Warrior Rank 6 was like an unceasing battering ram, each strike heavier than the last, as if mountains were being stacked layer upon layer atop his fists.

With every strike, the air in front of his fist was compressed into a visible shockwave, as if a transparent hammer was striking Wang Sheng a step ahead of the fist, making his internal organs feel like fabric being kneaded within his chest.

Wang Sheng had already used the second stage of Holy Light Slash three times, consuming over half of his spiritual power, and his Shield of Light had shattered twice, the golden fragments splashing like golden rain in the morning light.

"Didn't you shatter a giant boulder with one punch!" Chief Shi Ba's laughter carried a bloodthirsty fanaticism, like a hunter enjoying the final struggles of his prey.

Every one of his punches was like a collapsing mountain; the earth shook, and gravel sprayed like a barrage of bullets.

Under the impact of the brute force, Wang Sheng's Holy Light Battle Armor was like a golden eggshell, its cracks growing denser, while the ice-blue frost flower circuit within the fissures was like a final glimmer of light. "Are you about to be shattered!"

Wang Sheng's fists remained clenched. Golden Holy Light spilled from between his fingers, like suppressed flames licking out scorching tongues from the gaps.

His spiritual power was more than half depleted, his Holy Light Battle Armor was riddled with cracks, and his Shield of Light had shattered twice, but he did not retreat.

He was like the hardest ore in the Savage Continent; the more it was hammered, the brighter it shone.

His hand pressed against the communication spirit stone inside his Holy Light Battle Armor, the stone flickering with a silvery-blue light between his golden fingers.

"Murong Xue." He whispered during a lull in the battle, his voice like crumbling brick, rough yet firm.

He knew she was still there, knew the north gate had not yet been breached, and knew that the person he protected was still protecting their home.

On the other end of the communication spirit stone, Murong Xue's voice came through, accompanied by the sound of heavy breathing and the roars of Savage Beasts in the background.

Her breathing was like a silver spear struggling within the Beast Tide, every breath seemingly a silver tide struggling to maintain itself between the ebb and flow.

The roars of the Savage Beasts were like a black tide crashing in wave after wave, and her breathing was the final sound emitted by that reef amidst the tides.

"...I can hold on."

But Wang Sheng heard it. Her voice was trembling.

It was not a tremble of fear, but the tremble of a bowstring pulled to its absolute limit when physical strength was exhausted to the breaking point,

It was as if the silver spear was a silver string about to snap under the immense pressure of the Beast Tide.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Golden Holy Light surged within him, more violently than ever before, as if something was breaking through.

It was not brute force, not a Warrior Rank, but something deeper... Light.

It was like the sun churning deep within the earth's crust, like magma accumulating in a volcanic crater, as if some power within him that had never been touched was being awakened by the emotional resonance of his four wives.

In the west, the Shadow Iron-Backed Wolf King broke through Frost Mage Lin Shiyun's frost defense line.

Under the impact of the Shadow Iron-Backed Wolf King's Warrior Rank 5 brute force, the ice wall resembled an ice surface struck by a giant hammer; cracks spread from the center outwards, and shards of ice sprayed like shrapnel.

Frost Mage Lin Shiyun's ice-blue spiritual power was nearing exhaustion; her silver-white hair resembled fading moonlight in the depletion of her spiritual power, and the ice within her ice-blue pupils was like a lake about to melt,

Yet, a hint of a tsundere curve still hung at the corner of her mouth, as if a Frost Queen remained seated on her throne within a collapsing ice palace. "I said, do not die."

In the north, three claw marks had appeared on Murong Xue's silver armor. Her left shoulder armor had been torn by a Warrior Rank 4 Water-type Barbarian Beast,

The silver fragments shattered like silver petals under the Savage Beast's sharp claws, revealing the white inner lining soaked in sweat beneath,

The inner lining had been slashed open by the beast's claws, revealing a wound extending from her shoulder to her upper arm.

Fresh blood seeped from the cracks in the silver armor, like red roses blooming on silver armor, trickling down her toned arm like the finest stream,

It dripped onto the stone slabs of the Lingxi River ferry crossing, like dewdrops falling into the silver river surface, causing ripples of crimson to spread.

Yet her long spear remained held across the ferry crossing; the silver Holy Light at the tip of the spear was like a candle in the wind, liable to extinguish at any moment, yet it continued to burn.

In the east, Chief Shi Ba charged his final punch. Mountain Fist, an all-out strike.

All the brute force of a Warrior Rank 6 was poured into his fists as if a mountain were collapsing, and his grayish-brown stone skin surged like magma,

The brute force surged, the light resembling a volcanic crater about to erupt—scorching, heavy, and unstoppable.

His figure as he charged up resembled a volcano in the midst of eruption; gravel sprang up like pellets beneath his feet, and the earth cracked.

"This time, you won't be able to block it!"

The tribe was in crisis on all three sides simultaneously.

Wang Sheng stood on the shattered defensive wall in the east; his Holy Light Battle Armor was like a piece of golden armor riddled with holes from being hammered by brute force, the ice-blue frost flower circuit in the cracks flickering like a final light.

His left hand hung at his side, the golden light between his fingers growing increasingly intense, as if the sun were rising from between his fingers.

His heartbeat was like two war drums being beaten simultaneously; one side was his Warrior Rank 5 spiritual power, surging within his body like a golden river;

The other side was the resonance transmitted by his four wives through the husband-wife link, like four rivers of different colors merging into the same great golden river,

Moonlight white, frost blue, Spirit Sound silver, nature green,

The four powers were like four hearts beating simultaneously within him, each beat more violent than the last.

Murong Xue's voice flashed through his mind, "My spear will also protect you," and her figure, standing blood-stained in silver armor with spear in hand, flashed like silver lightning cutting through the darkness.

Shen Xun'er's voice flashed, "You will always come back," and Moonlight Blessing was like a screen of silver-white light covering the entire Guangming Village, like the gentlest hand soothing his soul.

Zhao Linger's voice flashed, "Don't worry," her round, large eyes, under the operation of Spirit Sound Affinity, were like two of the most resolute pieces of amber, like the most loyal sentinels.

Frost Mage Lin Shiyun's voice flashed, "Do not die," and the ice-blue patterns bloomed like frost flowers on the inner lining of his battle armor, as if the Frost Mage's most tsundere concern had been etched into every inch of the armor.

His heartbeat, and his spiritual power, at this very moment.

Resonated.

Golden light erupted from his fist like a fountain, resembling the sun, like a light that had never appeared on the Savage Continent since the dawn of creation.

It was not Holy Light Slash, not Shield of Light, but something that had never appeared before, as if some entity that had slumbered within him for millions of years was awakened in this moment by the emotions of four people.

Holy Light Domain... Activate.