Chapter 372

Huan Long's consciousness violently trembled due to the sudden situation.

This brief imbalance is an excellent opening for the JiAssassin at this moment.

The steel body hovering beside Huan Long's rigid form, with eight reconstructed blade limbs on its back bearing violet‑red energy tracers, suddenly pierced Huan Long's flowing shadow body!

Violet‑red data stream, forcefully injected!

Reverse intrusion, commence!

"Hm..."

Purple‑black light flickered rapidly in Huan Long's hollow eyes, breaking free from the impact and immediately sensing the alien force raging within.

Her will, like a roused abyssal beast, bearing offended fury, struck back fiercely!

Two equally domineering yet vastly different forces engaged in a fierce tug‑of‑war inside Huan Long.

At the very moment Huan Long's body and consciousness were simultaneously restrained, the battle above Yuan Cang Shan in the distance abruptly shifted!

Archer, indirectly controlled by Huan Long's residual commands and parasite, suddenly began to convulse unnaturally, his golden Spiritual Core light flickering erratically like a faulty projection.

"Hm?"

Black Tower hovered at a safe distance, slightly frowning, a hint of vigilance flashing in its purple‑black eyes, "What is this guy... up to now?"

She doesn't believe this guy would suddenly contract any "malady".

However, before she could think further, Archer's twisted movement abruptly halted, stiff as a marionette.

Black Tower keenly noticed that on his back of the hand, a single scarlet Command Spell had vanished as if burned out!

Immediately thereafter, centered on Archer, countless intricate dark‑red patterns erupted from nowhere, like a living circuit board, instantly spreading, crawling over his entire body and further corroding the surrounding space!

The sky was reflected by these patterns into an ominous crimson!

The thousands of violet magic mirrors that Black Tower had been preparing to saturate‑bomb vanished in an instant as the dark‑red patterns swept over them, like pencil sketches erased by a rubber, silently dissipating into basic Magic particles, failing to trigger any explosion!

"Is this... that sword?"

Black Tower's gaze hardened.

She could feel a terrifying pressure of world‑reconstruction rapidly rising, its source right in front of Archer—a peculiar sword prototype slowly emerging from golden ripples in the void.

Guai Li Sword!

The Interworld Artifact is being forcibly activated!

Simultaneously, the semi‑transparent insect‑shaped phantom on Archer's face melted away under the overwhelming aura of the Guai Li Sword, like ice under sunlight.

However, this did not grant him freedom.

"Ugh... ahhh!! Damn it... fragments!!!"

Archer's scarlet pupils were filled with raging fury and utmost resentment!

He could sense the Guai Li Sword, could see its destructive power, yet his body, his arms, completely ignored his own will!

The dark‑red pattern, like the most poisonous shackles, controlled his Spiritual Core, forcing him to reach for that sword!

His body wailed.

Forcefully activating the Guai Li Sword after parasitic depletion, the massive Magic required was crazily draining this body's Spiritual Core.

Specks of golden light particles began to drift from him—an omen that the spirit body was about to collapse!

"Scoundrel... The King's body... cannot tolerate... your desecration!!!"

Archer clenched his teeth, veins bulging at his temples, using all his will to resist the invisible control, attempting to stop his hand from grasping the sword hilt.

Proud as he was, he would rather self‑destruct than tolerate becoming another's puppet, especially by employing his Noble Phantasm!

In the desperate struggle, he abruptly turned his head toward the hovering Black Tower nearby, his blazing eyes fixed on it; though unable to speak, the meaning of his gaze was crystal clear: now! Use your greatest power! Together with The King and this damned control—destroy!!!

Black Tower understood.

She also realized that the Guai Li Sword must not be fully drawn, even for an incomplete strike.

The stance formed by the dark‑red pattern had already warped the local Rule, rendering conventional attacks nearly ineffective.

The mountain mass collapsed under invisible pressure, the sky seemed about to shatter, a scene of impending apocalypse.

(It seems, we can only try that one now...)

"Hey,"

Black Tower's voice was soft yet clear, piercing the chaotic Magic turbulence, and through the contract link, directly reached A Xing's mind far away on the other side of the city in battle, "Use the Command Spell."

A Xing executed a fierce horizontal slash, smashing a charging true cicada so that its carapace dented and it flew backward.

Around them, Mashu's shield endured acid attacks, YinZhi's silver light and Gui Naifen's Flame flickered among the Insect Swarm.

Weber, slumped on the ground, looked anxiously toward the direction where Rider vanished, where the phantom fluctuations of the "King's army" were weakening, indicating an internal fierce battle.

Black Tower's voice abruptly rang in A Xing's mind.

A Xing's movement did not pause at all, sidestepping a spray of acid; the golden pupils still lacked highlights, yet a hint of understanding flashed deep in the gaze.

She hesitated not, not even glancing at the back of her hand— as if already prepared.

Her left hand still gripped the bat to block the attack, while her right hand decisively pressed an empty space ahead to the side—there was no enemy, just a clean, crisp motion.

On the back of the hand, the remaining two scarlet Command Spells simultaneously erupted with unprecedented dazzling light!

The brilliance of the light even briefly outshone the battlefield's flames and sword glints, drawing everyone's attention.

"Miss Star?!" Mashu exclaimed.

"Oh?" Gui Naifen glanced curiously.

The two Command Spells transformed into the largest Magic torrent, ignoring spatial distance, surging along the contract channel, instantly injecting into Black Tower's body far away on Yuan Cang Shan!

Command Spell, depleted.

"Hm?"

Black Tower flinched slightly; the Magic torrent that surged into her body was overwhelmingly massive, instantly filling her Magic Circuit, even causing a slight swelling sensation.

"Whoa... a single Command Spell can hold such a volume? That gray‑haired brat's contract quality is unexpectedly high..."

She lifted the corner of her mouth into a confident curve, her violet‑black eyes flashing sharp light, "Well then, let me see what kind of Noble Phantasm this world has matched for me."

She raised her hand and gently grasped the key pendant that had been hanging around her neck.

The key automatically detached, hovering before her, trembling slightly and emitting a soft hum.

Immediately after, the Magic Staff she was seated upon silently dissolved, turning into countless strands of liquid silk flowing with starlight and violet runes, winding around the tiny key.

The key rapidly enlarged within the winding, its radiance growing ever more intense!

In the blink of an eye, a massive key, its whole body suffused with deep violet light, about a person's height tall, simple in shape yet brimming with infinite mystery, appeared before the Black Tower.

The key's handle resembled a gathering of stars, its teeth complex beyond words, as if corresponding to some fundamental Rule of the world.

Black Tower, with benevolence, extended its right hand and gently pushed forward.

It was merely an "insert" action.

"Click."