Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

In the vast Cret Memorial Square, only the White Robed Pope and Hesintos remained.

The bitter wind howled, and the snowflakes seemed weightless.

The boundless snow curtain covered the entire square, dyeing the world into a vast expanse of white.

Snowflakes whipped in the wind like countless crystalline butterflies, swirling and dancing above the battlefield.

Their confrontation finally revealed itself outside the barrier when the icy butterflies passed by.

Their simple clash whipped up a furious gust, dispersing the snowflakes and obscuring the view of all spectators.

Hesintos wielded the Seross Spirit Sword, its Cyrus Curse Mark shining like a full moon in the night. His mere swing seemed to cut the earth, protected by the barrier, into four parts.

The White Robed Pope stood at the center of the fractured square, not retreating a single step.

"Show me some real skills, Hesintos."

The White Robed Pope looked at Hesintos with indifference, as if telling him that his power was insufficient to harm him.

Silver radiance of the Divine Era passed through, shattering the void and twisting reality; even space's connections were severed by this unparalleled force.

"I've heard your combat style leans more towards counter-defensive; why do I see you like a turtle shell?"

Hesintos's slash made the structures outside the square fragile as paper, causing buildings to tremble, crack, and spiderweb-like chasms to spread, slicing the hard earth into fragmented pieces.

The imposing cathedral was sliced into countless fragments, collapsing like dominoes with a thunderous crash.

The square's ground was lifted, statues and monuments were not spared, sliced by sword Qi, shattered, and finally turned to dust.

"I just fear this barrier won't hold."

Lanci, unwavering, replied.

The deafening sound of rock cracking and the rumble of the ground collapsing filled his ears.

The residual force of the slash incessantly shattered the Crystal Sky Barrier covering the square.

The crystal-clear barrier cracked inch by inch under the impact of sword Qi, emitting a teeth-grating crunch.

Crumbled crystal blocks fell like rain, refracting dazzling lights, turning into broken stars scattered upon the earth.

The barrier's repair ability was extraordinary; whenever it broke, new crystals rapidly grew, as if time reversed, filling the gaps.

However, faced with Hesintos's casual offensive, this repair began to struggle.

The barrier's rate of breaking now exceeded the rate of repair.

Loren hadn't even actively used any attack method yet.

Two kilometers out, at the edge of the second tier crystal sky barrier.

"Monster..."

Simon Luo's forehead was covered in sweat, his hands shaking uncontrollably as he maintained the barrier.

The Eleventh Army God Jade, Simon Luo, supporting this barrier, could feel the battle's ripples even through the strongest barrier.

Those ripples, weakened through two layers of barriers, still left him terrified.

Every cell in his body cried out in protest, but he clenched his teeth, enduring the agonizing pain of Magic Power and the energy core resonating overload, keeping the barrier stable.

This barrier was the last shield for Brilda residents; once it collapsed, the outside would face this destructive battle directly, leading to unimaginable consequences.

On a high building outside the strongest second-tier barrier, bloodthirsty reporters were still filming this breathtaking battle.

They set up heavy equipment, risking life and limb, capturing this monumental moment.

"Hesintos and Loren have started fighting! It looks like just the probing phase now, but the power..."

Their eyes gleamed with excitement and fear entwined, enthusiastically explaining before the camera behind them.

Yet the battle's ripples were too strong, even through the barrier still so fierce, sweeping the reporters into the air, spinning them, their equipment tumbling continuously.

Simon Luo saw them, anxious.

He cast a small light wind shield spell, enveloping the reporters, lifting them to ensure they landed securely, unharmed.

Meanwhile, he also had to focus on maintaining the barrier, already pushing all his limits.

Sweat trickled down Simon Luo's cheeks, he cast his gaze back to the battlefield's center, his expression solemn and grave.

In the distant Cret Memorial Square center, Hesintos wielded the Seross Spirit Sword, a new slash seemed to cleave the world in two, as divine silver light passed, fine cracks appeared in the air, ready to collapse at any moment.

"Are you unwilling to strike or unable to strike?"

Hesintos pressured the White Robed Pope with his sword near the neck, asking.

"If I strike further, this barrier might not hold, let's wait a bit more."

Lanci faced Hesintos's heaven-splitting slashes, standing with arms folded, not even making a defending move, simply withstanding Hesintos's slashes, letting sword Qi ravage before him.

He showed no intention to attack, merely defended, dissolving.

Yet this defense was flawless.

It seemed as if an invisible shield held the Pope firmly within, no matter how sharp the sword Qi, unable to leave even a scratch on him.

"How strange."

Hesintos observed the White Robed Pope intently.

Under his slashes, the Pope's robe remained pristine white; his expression calm and transcendent, wholly unbothered by this astounding battle, everything was in his grasp.

The defense nearly perfect.

This transcendence didn't seem feigned.