Lancelot was going all out, willing to take a hit just to face Zhang Yi head-on.

He shot towards Zhang Yi like a meteor trailing dark flames.

Zhang Yi knew that if he got bogged down by Lancelot, he would have to watch helplessly as Gao Changkong led his people into the Nine-Story Demon Tower to plunder its treasures.

So the method he chose was—to run.

Whoosh!

Carrying his large sniper rifle, he instantly vanished from his spot, reappearing high up under the dome ceiling.

Lancelot plummeted to the ground like a cannonball, smashing half a tall building to rubble. He then looked up and immediately gave chase again.

Only this time, Zhang Yi instead charged towards the direction of the Nine-Story Demon Tower!

No matter how fast Lancelot was, his speed was still bound by physical limits, whereas Zhang Yi achieved spatial teleportation directly.

There was simply no way Lancelot could catch up.

Just as Gao Changkong was about to lead his people into the Nine-Story Demon Tower, Zhang Yi had already arrived above it.

With a flick of his right hand in the air, a sky full of black dots rained down.

At first glance, they looked like ants, but as they plummeted down at extreme speed, they were revealed to be hundreds of high-explosive grenades!

"Take cover!"

Gao Changkong and the others had no choice but to dodge and retreat.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The area around the Nine-Story Demon Tower was as if struck by a massive rain of fire.

And within Zhang Yi's Dimensional Space, there was a huge arsenal.

These weapons couldn't form a decisive advantage against superhumans of the same level; their effectiveness depended more on the specific combat situation.

However, at this moment, there were also many Delta-level superhumans present.

They still had a major headache dealing with these firearms; a single misstep could get them blown to bits.

Lancelot was so furious he nearly ground his pearly white teeth to dust. "That bastard!"

He had wanted to have an exhilarating fight with Zhang Yi, but he never expected Zhang Yi to be so cunning, just like a sticky, slippery catfish.

"I told you, if I can't get what's inside this Nine-Story Demon Tower today, none of you will either!"

Zhang Yi's voice came down coldly from high in the sky.

Lancelot quickly returned to the area and looked up at Zhang Yi, suspended high in the air, feeling somewhat at a loss for the moment.

A spatial-type superhuman with teleportation abilities was just that shameless.

Unless one found a way to confine them within a limited space, or possessed a higher-order ability of the same attribute, dealing with them was incredibly difficult.

"You, just what do you want? What good does this do you?"

Lancelot looked up at Zhang Yi in the sky and asked coldly.

"Simple, I want what's inside that tower!"

Zhang Yi's tone was equally icy.

Gao Changkong let out a bitter laugh and spread his hands. "It seems our goals are the same. So, how about we split it?"

"Split it?"

A ridiculously exaggerated smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Yi's mouth, as if he had heard the biggest joke.

He looked down at Gao Changkong from his high vantage point, his eyes filled with mockery.

"Gao Changkong, you chose your own path and went to Bharata. I have no comment on that. That was your choice."

"But I just want to tell you one thing—remember, I'm not arguing with you, I'm telling you."

Zhang Yi extended his left index finger and pointed at the dome.

"This land is the territory of the Huaxu Kingdom. Even the things underground, I will not allow them to fall into the hands of foreigners!"

A deeply hidden flicker of darkness passed through Gao Changkong's eyes.

There was a time when he too was a household-name sports star in the Huaxu Kingdom, a hero who brought glory to the nation.

Zhang Yi's words couldn't help but make him sigh with emotion in his heart.

But he didn't regret anything he had done, because he simply had no other choice.

Before Gao Changkong could speak, Lancelot and the other members of the Knights of the Round Table sneered.

"This is clearly the territory of the Demon Kingdom. We are all invaders here, come to snatch their treasures."

"How come it's you who's righteously claiming them as your own?"

Zhang Yi gave a cold laugh.

"No reason needed. If I say it is, then it is!"

"Whoever dares to touch the things of my Huaxu Kingdom, I'll kill them!"

There was an unspoken subtext here: Whoever touches my things, I'll kill them.

Zhang Yi didn't want to argue with them about historical perspectives of right and wrong. People are selfish, and so are nations and homelands, always considering things from their own interest.

If he said it was his, then it had to be his.

Simply because he had already figured out that the two guys before him couldn't pose a lethal threat to him.

Given that, why hold back and not show his true colors?

Zhang Yi's overbearing attitude brought the scene to a stalemate.

Grimacing, Gao Changkong tried to reason with Zhang Yi. "If we can't take it, won't you be unable to take it either? Besides, when that person over there arrives, I'm afraid all three of us will be in for a tough time."

He was naturally referring to the Lord of the Charnel Ground.

Purely in terms of combat power, the Lord of the Charnel Ground could take on all three of them by himself, only being at a slight disadvantage.

Zhang Yi said frankly, "Right, so you all should hurry up and get out of the way, let me take the things from inside the Demon Tower. Don't waste my precious time here."

Garuda's Followers: "..."

The Knights of the Round Table: "..."

They hated this superhuman from the East to the point their teeth itched, cursing inwardly: How can there be such an infuriating guy?!

It seemed Zhang Yi wasn't here to seize treasures, but just to mess with them.

Gao Changkong and Lancelot made many more suggestions, hoping to share the treasures inside the Nine-Story Demon Tower with Zhang Yi.

All of them were rejected by Zhang Yi, one by one.

In the end, Gao Changkong even proposed letting Zhang Yi take a larger share, but Zhang Yi still wouldn't agree.

"Nonsense! If I allow the things of my Huaxu Kingdom to flow overseas, how could I ever face the elders of Jiangnan again?"

Zhang Yi's sword-like eyebrows shot up as he sternly rebuked Gao Changkong's treacherous ambitions.

Gao Changkong sneered. "Didn't you slaughter your own elders and fellow villagers? You talk as if you were on good terms."

The two groups were practically driven mad.

They had seen shameless people before, but never one this shameless.

The problem was, they currently had no way to deal with Zhang Yi. If you chased him, he'd run, and when it came to running away, Zhang Yi was number one in the world.

Moreover, if it really came down to a one-on-one fight to the death, they might not necessarily be Zhang Yi's match.

Time was dragged on, second by second.

Until from the edge of the Sea of Blood came an extremely shrill, furious, and grief-stricken howl.

Zhang Yi and the others saw a massive splash of blood-colored waves shoot high into the air, as if struck by a giant whale, the spray soaring a thousand meters!

Soon, they sensed a powerful aura vanish.

By the Sea of Blood, the Lord of the Charnel Ground, holding the head of the Demon Kingdom's Grand Priest, transformed into a streak of golden light and rushed towards them.

He leaped and flew across rooftops, heading straight for the Nine-Story Demon Tower.