The profound "ocean" instantly devoured the luminous sphere, darkening the entire "Domain of No Darkness" considerably. Immediately within, a cascade of silver lightning erupted, transforming the area where Enyuni and Colin Iliath were engaged into a forest of thunder. With a series of crackling sounds, countless electric serpents surged across the surface of Colin Iliath's silver armor, climbing upward and piercing into the gaps of his faceplate. The "Silver Knight," who had revealed his incomplete mythic form, suddenly went rigid, seemingly momentarily paralyzed by the electric surge. Meanwhile, Enyuni's black armor, composed of the very essence of "fallen" power, fully absorbed the lightning, protecting her body by allowing it to fracture and disintegrate. Seizing this moment, Enyuni, whose dark fragments continued to fall, grasped her deep, imposing greatsword and delivered a powerful strike diagonally forward—while Colin Iliath had still not fully recovered from his paralysis. With a sharp crack, a deep fissure appeared on the left shoulder of his armor—the sturdy silver shield seemed to lose its defensive strength, cleaved directly in two by the straight, solemn greatsword. This was the "Spirit and Flesh Blade" of the Black Knight, a weapon capable not only of corroding flesh and extinguishing souls, but also of shattering barriers and rendering defense useless to any being harboring a sense of falling or decay. It was one of the Black Knight's most essential extraordinary abilities, rooted in the Domain of Decay. As the "Spirit and Flesh Blade" swiftly deepened the crack in Colin Iliat's silver armor, advancing toward his heart, Dariq's spirit tightened. He immediately coalesced a long spear seemingly composed entirely of pure sunlight, crackling with energy, and hurled it toward Enyuni. "The Spear of No Darkness!" Enyuni did not retreat nor abandon the attack; instead, she raised her remaining ethereal black wings and used them to shield herself. Crack! The "Gun of No Shadow" pierced through two layers of ethereal black wings, blazing with a luminous white light so intense it seemed to lift a miniature sun into the scene. At the same time, Colin Iliad himself melted entirely, transforming into a flowing, silver metallic liquid. This liquid surged swiftly and, at a distance, reassembled his form—still a giant, still clad in silver armor—though half of his left shoulder, along with his arm and forearm, had fallen to the ground, cleanly severed with no trace of blood. By means of his "mercurial transformation," Colin Iliad had narrowly escaped Enyuni's fatal blow, sacrificing one arm. His gaze, steady behind his faceplate, remained unshaken. Holding the remaining morning-spear blade, he surged forward once more toward his target, like a steam locomotive exceeding its own speed limit—unprecedented and terrifying in its momentum. On the other side, Deric swiftly coalesced the "Spear of No Darkness," launching a flurry of light spears toward Enyuni. As he did so, he opened his mouth and solemnly declared, "The God says: purification is effective." This was the extraordinary ability of the "Notary" at the "Bearer of No Darkness" stage—so perfectly aligned with the "Domain of No Darkness" created by the "Solar Saint" that the battlefield grew even brighter, further diminishing the fallen aura upon Enyuni and Loviya. "The God says: ineffective!" the "Solar Saint" immediately countered Deric's declaration, restoring the purification effect of the "Domain of No Darkness" to its original state. Amid the clattering of spears, each one of the "Spear of No Darkness" arcs reached Enyuni, while the ethereal black wings behind the "Black Knight" had already faded and disappeared in several pairs under the previous, miniature sun's illumination, leaving only just under half of their original number. Witnessing one after another of the brilliant, pure beams of light—long spears of "light without shadow"—arriving, while himself being entangled by Colin Iliath and unable to make effective parries, Enyuni fully unfolded a pair of ethereal black wings, dissolving them into a vast expanse of "deep obsidian." As each spear of "light without shadow" touched this "deep obsidian," it immediately absorbed a thick layer of viscous blackness, either instantly corroding and shattering, driving through the magnificent staircase, or arching through the air before turning and rushing toward Deric Berg. In that instant, all of them fell. Deric, guided by the well-honed combat instinct cultivated through years of training and patrol exploration, leapt forward with a sudden surge, rolling into a series of consecutive rolls. Crackling—crack—crack! Long black spears fell behind him, corroding a wide stretch of the staircase. At this moment, the "Solar Saint" was also hurling the "Gun of No Shadow," generating a "Pure White Beam," forcing Loviya to rely on one of her herding spirits to continuously "teleport" and gradually attempt to close the distance to the enemy. Regretfully, under these conditions, she could only activate one spirit's ability at a time, unable to both "teleport" and simultaneously coalesce the "Silver-White Fine Sword" for a mid-air slash against the "Solar Saint" to create an opening. On the other side, Caine was engaging fiercely with his "Shadow," with a steady barrage of air projectiles crashing into one another, waves of crimson flames rising in succession, sheets of scattered paper fluttering outward, and successive phantom forms dissolving into foam. The "Silver Knight" secret figure had largely contained the "Audience Saint," as even though the Mind Dragon was physically robust and powerful, it was no match in close combat for the half-divine of the "Giant's Path." Of course, the "Saint of the Audience" did not find himself in peril, as he had manifested an incomplete form of a mythical being. Were it not for his opponent being merely a secret figure, and given that Kline himself had already consumed a Sequence-3 magic potion and had encountered numerous high-tier beings, he could have leveraged his evident divinity to disrupt his opponent's thoughts, gradually inciting restlessness and eventually driving him to lose his composure. Without this divine influence, the "Saint of the Audience" could only rely on the "Catalyst's" "battle-induced hypnosis," compelling his target to perform unusual actions—such as attacking the wrong areas—and thus break free from the entanglement, re-entering his "psychological invisibility" state to launch surprise attacks on Kline. The "Catalyst's" "battle-induced hypnosis" allows him to forcibly induce hypnosis in his enemies during combat, prompting them to perform various atypical behaviors; however, these behaviors do not directly endanger the hypnosis recipient and are difficult to sustain over time, as the target typically regains awareness relatively quickly. Of course, the "sacred audience" and the "combat hypnosis" are not directed at the "Silver Knight" figurine, as it is fundamentally a lifeless entity immune to all mental influences. Instead, the interference targets the intentions conveyed to the figurine via the "spiritual thread," thereby distorting the information received and causing the figurine to perform actions inconsistent with Caine's intentions. This constitutes a form of mental interference rather than true mental hypnosis, and the effect undoubtedly falls short of the original standard. However, not every "sacred audience" saint possesses the mastery of this technique—it is a refined achievement born from deep exploration and experimentation of their own exceptional abilities. For the "sacred audience" saints, this is also an unavoidable limitation, as none of their capabilities—such as "mental deprivation," "mental storm," or "mental exhalation"—can exert any effect upon the figurine. This gray-white giant dragon, its head shaded, several times attempted to approach Caine or deploy area-effect extraordinary abilities, but was repeatedly blocked by the "Silver Knight" figure, forced to retreat instead, as the "silver-white slender sword" within it surged and threatened to burst open. While maneuvering the figure, Caine gradually distanced himself from the "Saint of the Audience" and danced with his own "shadow," not overly strained but certainly not effortless. Suddenly, an inspiration struck him, and he entered a clear, awakened state reminiscent of consciousness subtly invaded during dreams. With this heightened awareness, Caine raised a portion of his consciousness into the spiritual sky, gazing down upon his inner island of mind. Then, he saw Enyuni, her face shaded and appearing aged, emerge from the vast, ethereal ocean of collective unconsciousness, and open the door to her mental body. This "Saint of the Audience" didn't attempt to modify the consciousness within Klein's Mind Island. Instead, he shaped a sphere of deep, dark light, branching out with tendrils, and transformed it into an inconspicuous "seed," releasing it toward the "ground." The origin of the "Spirit Plague!" Klein acted without hesitation, immediately swapping positions with the "Silver Knight" duplicate, thereby preventing the seed from taking root within his own Mind Island. The "Saint of the Audience" noticed this shift and, rather than expressing disappointment, even smiled. For he had, through the use of his "Virtual Persona," already subtly planted the seeds of the "Spirit Plague" within the silent consciousness island of the "Silver Knight" duplicate. While this couldn't directly affect the duplicate itself, it could gradually contaminate the enemy now occupying the duplicate's position, as well as other targets in the surrounding areas. This was an insidious erosion and infection targeting consciousness islands and the spiritual realm—indirect, not a direct assault—difficult to counteract through the "Virtual Persona." At that moment, the issues that克莱恩 had briefly concealed through his "virtual persona" would finally erupt, rapidly spiraling into an uncontrollable crisis—no longer reversible! The "shadow" was no stranger to this situation, as Herwin Lambis had once employed a similar strategy. While quietly chuckling at the sight of his own persona growing mad, impetuous, and arrogant—resembling a clown, having forgotten past lessons—he snapped his fingers, summoning a vibrant crimson flame stream that carried him across the battlefield, ensnaring克莱恩. Another fierce battle unfolded, marked by swirling paper fragments and successive collapses of illusions. Not long after,克莱恩 suddenly paused, lifting his left hand, formed transparently by the coiled and writhing worm, and pressing it against his left face in the same state. "Hahaha! Hahaha!" he laughed, his voice filled with manic energy, now wildly manipulating the "spirit threads" around him, no longer distinguishing between allies and enemies. Small, pale flesh buds began to rise on the right side of his cheek, as though ready to emerge with the "spirit insects." Seeing Caine growing mad, on the brink of collapse, and fearing infection by the "spirit plague," the Shadow hurried to ignite a blazing crimson flame that engulfed himself. From afar, his form emerged from a still-smoldering stream of flame. At this moment, the "Silver Knight" performed his secret role—alternately launching attacks and dancing in convulsive rhythms—clearly under abnormal control. He could no longer prevent the Mind Dragon formed by the "Saint of the Audience" from spreading its membranous wings and ascending to Caine's head, ready to unleash its "mind breath." The Saint of the Audience, unwilling to grant the infected enemy any respite, intended to drive him immediately into chaos! Suddenly, the Mind Dragon's movements grew stiff, as though each joint had been filled with thick paste. The very next instant, a brilliant silver luster erupted from within him, slicing through his flesh and tearing apart his spiritual essence. Klein, who had been bending and laughing, suddenly grew calm. He slowly straightened himself, loosened his hand from where it had been covering his left face, and gave a gentle smile toward the distant "shadow." Behind him, the great dragon of his mind, torn apart wave after wave by sharp, silvery flashes, fell in fragments of dark, blood-like flesh, cracking to the ground. The knight figure clad in silver armor then drew back his great sword, his gaze now cold and fixed upon the "shadow." Klein watched the somewhat bewildered "shadow," and several "spirit insects" on his left face curved and extended, mimicking the upward curve of a smile. "You seem to have missed something that is mine, but not yours."