Lin Qingyue's voice, tinged with extreme excitement, turned shrill and high-pitched, completely tearing through her usual laziness.
Her expression was delirious and fervent, like a mad Commander who, after leading her team to fail a raid over a hundred times, finally saw the dawn of the BOSS's health bar being emptied.
"True Damage!"
These words carried their own magic power, requiring no explanation.
In the depths of Lin Xiyue, Su Wan, and Xia Lian's pupils, a raging war-flame instantly ignited.
All the previous frustration, helplessness, and anger were, at this moment, completely compressed and refined, transforming into a volcano about to erupt!
"Settle old scores, vent old grudges!"
A bloodthirsty curve spread across Lin Xiyue's lips, her white teeth gleaming coldly under the Holy Light.
"Holy fucking Light! This piece of trash in front of us... is worth fighting for our lives against!"
There were no flashy opening moves, no redundant battle cries.
She poured every single thread of boiling Holy Light within her body, without reservation, into the [Blackstone's Protection] in her hand.
The Runes on the shield's surface emitted a piercing shriek due to the energy overload, the entire shield transforming into a condensed golden sun.
The next instant, she swept forth with Holy Light like a mountain collapsing and a sea surging, turning into a golden flame of fury tearing through the darkness, and violently struck that arrogant black fog!
The [Spirit of Pride] looked down at the group of ants who had suddenly gone mad, its mind filled with condescending mockery.
"Foolish."
"No matter how many times it is repeated, a wrong formula will never yield the correct result..."
It didn't even bother to move or dodge.
In its logical foundation, this shield was still "mortal iron," and that Holy Light was also "flawed light."
Anything "imperfect" could never touch the concept of "perfection" itself.
Bang!
An extremely dull yet strangely tearing impact sound exploded in the courtyard.
It wasn't the dull thud of a blunt weapon.
It was more like some eternal and unchanging "rule" being forcibly snapped by an invisible giant hand!
The script did not play out as the [Spirit of Pride] had expected.
Lin Xiyue was not sent flying.
At the core of that "perfect" black fog, a visible shockwave violently erupted.
Pfft!
That was the sound of a physical entity cutting into a "concept."
The indestructible body of black smoke was as fragile as rotten wood before the giant shield imbued with the "True Damage" rule.
The absolute defense, which had even completely immunized Lin Qingyue's 75% physical penetration earlier, now felt like a red-hot iron pressing into snow.
The edge of Lin Xiyue's shield brutally plowed a hideous gash half a meter deep into that black fog!
At the wound's edge, the golden Holy Light acted like a bone-eating maggot, making a "sizzling" purification sound, frantically burning its essence and preventing the black fog from reaggregating!
There was no blood.
But the sight of that black fog churning violently and disintegrating was more shocking than any scene of flying flesh and blood.
It had been injured!
"What... what?!"
The [Spirit of Pride]'s lofty posture, as if everything in existence were under its control, suddenly froze.
Its mental fluctuations, steady as a divine oracle, experienced their first violent tremor, and uncontainable horror seeped into its arrogant voice.
A crack actually split open on that faceless mask out of nowhere.
That was the materialization of incomprehensible astonishment on the physical plane.
"Does it hurt?"
Lin Xiyue grinned fiercely, plunging [Dawn's Light] in her left hand deep into the wound.
"It should hurt! This is called the Iron Fist of Materialist Correction!"
"Impossible... This violates the 'Law'... You low-born, humble..."
Before its logical core could even process this anomalous data, the temperature of the surrounding air plummeted to the freezing point.
"Humble your grandfather's ass!"
Su Wan tapped her staff, discarding all ornate and complex spell models, compressing every ounce of her Magic Power into the purest, most lethal ice crystals.
"Let me show you the art of striking directly at the core!"
[Absolute Zero: Glacial Execution].
Countless ice shards, sharp as spears, were no longer ordinary elemental creations that could be erased by the Rules, now empowered by the "True Damage" Law.
They were Spikes of Judgment capable of nailing down concepts!
They were the very "Erasure" itself, transcending all defenses!
Shishishishishi!
The dense sound of piercing made one's scalp tingle.
The [Spirit of Pride] had just been about to raise its giant palm to crush Lin Xiyue, who was right before it, only to have all its movements interrupted by this sudden ice crystal storm.
Its massive body was instantly turned into a pincushion, with every wound erupting with the black essence fog that constituted its existence.
"Aaaahhh!"
The [Spirit of Pride] finally let out its first scream.
The shriek was like countless mirrors shattering simultaneously, piercing the eardrums.
It wasn't howling in pain.
It was wailing because its "perfect" self-perception, its proud barrier of Rules, was being trampled upon repeatedly by these worms in its eyes, in a completely unreasonable manner!
This was humiliation!
This was desecration!
"Why... why is the 'Law's' rejection... ineffective?!"
It roared madly, the black fog surging as it tried to blast away these desecrators with an explosion of energy.
"You call this perfect?"
A cool, clear voice rang out from behind and to the side of the [Spirit of Pride].
"Then I'd rather be imperfect!"
Xia Lian's figure emerged like a phantom, a greatbow formed entirely of magic power and shimmering with iridescent light already drawn in her hand!
[Karula's Greatbow]!
The bowstring was pulled to a full moon, and a magic arrow condensing a destructive aura locked onto its core from a distance!
"Go!"
The arrow left the string, carving a brilliant trajectory of death in the air and burying itself precisely in the wound Lin Xiyue had sliced open!
Boom!
The arrow exploded violently. Furious magic power raged madly within the [Spirit of Pride], blasting a massive, transparent hole through its body!
"No... No... No!"
In the [Spirit of Pride]'s overlapping voices, only pure terror and the chaos of a broken logic remained.
"An imperfect thing... flawed energy... By what right, what right can it even touch my 'perfection'?! This defies the 'Law'!"
Pain!
This was the first time since its birth that it truly "felt" pain.
This agony did not come from the surface, but acted directly upon its soul core, impossible to defend against, impossible to exempt, impossible to comprehend!
It felt a threat.
It felt... fear!
"How is this possible... You... What did you do?!"
It roared in terror, trying to mobilize the Power of Rules to repair itself, trying to use that arrogant logic of "If I don't acknowledge you, you don't exist" to deny the damage.
But in the face of "True Damage," its logic was nothing more than a joke.
"What did we do?"
Lin Qingyue had already charged to a position directly above it.
She leaped high into the air, her pink ponytail dancing wildly in the energy turbulence, the [Beloved] in her hand burning with the holy flame of Judgment.
"Of course... I'm teaching you how to write the word 'humility,' you bastard!"
She didn't chant, nor did she charge her attack. She simply poured all her killing intent and mockery into the spear's tip.
"Since you think the attacks of mortals are 'wrong,' then I'll let you witness what absolute 'right' looks like!"
"For me!"
"Kneel!"