"Kill him?"

Beixi’s eyes trembled, and the War Tyrant pursuing her not far behind made her heart chill. The short chase of just a few minutes felt like an eternity, making her legs weak and her spirit near its limit.

That feeling was too terrifying!

"That’s right, it’s clear to the bystander though the participant is bewildered. You’ve been chased for so long, haven’t you noticed his transformation state lasts an unusually long time?" Lu asked with a smile.

"Of course I noticed, I’m not stupid. But the crucial issue is, I don’t know why the skill’s duration is so long. The skill’s yield and cost are just unreasonable," Beixi replied.

"Unreasonable? I don’t think so."

Lu maintained a smile, rapidly advancing in the air to retreat, and continued saying, "From the start of the trial, he directly exposed his level position, only to draw other Spiritualists here, to the domain centered on him."

"Then, he displayed overwhelming combat power, crushing you all with an overwhelming advantage, which doesn’t match his current level at all. Everyone knows something’s wrong, everyone knows his transformation skill lasts unusually long, yet... no one understands his specific mechanism."

"I propose a hypothesis. The Divine Monarch’s transformation skill has no duration limit. It is determined by the combat state. As long as the battle continues, he will maintain this transformation state until he scores ten thousand points and clears the trial."

"Combat state!"

Beixi suddenly awoke. If that’s the case, then everything can be explained.

After the Celestial Gate trial ends, exiting this small world will automatically reset the state, so the Divine Monarch doesn’t need to worry about too many side effects accumulating from the transformation state. He only needs to attract people, then score enough points in one go.

And precisely because of this, he uses others’ humanity against me with the Hunting Mark, likely because he has already anticipated what might happen next.

As expected of someone who can cast spells... indeed, a Mage’s mind can’t be understood by humans.

"Mark!"

Beixi exclaimed, saying, "If it’s the mark, then he’s likely going to catch up and continue the combat state to kill us."

"No problem, as long as the distance is enough to break the combat state,"

Lu’s smile remained radiant, as he showed his location on the map and said, "Before coming here, I had already prepared everything. Next, no one will get close to me."

"This is the trap laid for him."

....

The War Tyrant continued to rampage through the burning forest, countless giant trees were broken off easily, the raging fire and thick smoke obscured the sky, dyeing the Endless Forest with the colors of Hell.

Ye Mingqiu, who was tracking Beixi, was now far out of range. At such a great distance, the combat state couldn’t be maintained.

He glanced around, finding that surprisingly not a single Spiritualist was nearby, making it impossible to sustain the Tyrant Form through battle.

"Damn it! Where is everyone!"

The Tyrant angrily swung the spear, colossal trees were chopped in half, thundering as they crashed to the ground. He stepped on the giant tree, trying to pursue Beixi through the Mark, but the distance was too far for him to reach.

In the forest, he frantically unleashed his power, destroying everything he saw, but still couldn’t find a single enemy, left alone with his impotent rage.

Because at that moment, Lu was directly above him but too far to fight.

Following that, the five-meter-tall War Tyrant rapidly shrank in size within a short time, returning to his original form.

The Blood Spear flickered with light, blood-red energy flowed into his body, Ye Mingqiu gritted his teeth, his expression extremely grim.

Then, Spiritualists hidden in the shadows gradually revealed themselves, no longer disguising their killing intent and hostility, emerging from all corners.

"Do you think, just because I exited the Tyrant Form, that you can attempt to kill me!?"

Ye Mingqiu’s eyes emitted a crimson light, the intense killing intent was evident, like a scarlet tsunami engulfing all the Spiritualists.

Many Spiritualists subconsciously retreated, yet they forcibly endured the pressure, their faces showing increasing greed. In their view, the more Divine Monarch displayed strength at this moment, the weaker it suggested he was.

As top-tier Spiritualists, the opponent couldn’t possibly have no means of fallback. If he had collapsed immediately after exiting the Tyrant Form, unable to move, other Spiritualists would have thought it a trap, requiring additional caution.

That he retained enough power after exiting the Tyrant Form matched their understanding and psychological expectations of the Divine Monarch.

"Detection!"

[Hint: Detection failed!]

"Hmph!"

Ye Mingqiu snorted coldly; with the dual masking effects of the Eye of Omaragon and Riddle Gauze, a mere Level 10 Hero couldn’t possibly detect his Basic Attributes. Even if they could, it would only be because he controlled the strength intentionally, letting them see what was perceivable.

"Be careful of the Blood Spear, that weapon is very sinister, suspected to have the ability to devour others’ blood essence and transfer it to him to replenish his power."

Someone secretly reminded.

"He has the ability to resist weakness, so he hasn’t entered a weakened state."

Another added.

Gradually, more and more Spiritualists gathered closer around him, their hostility growing stronger. They all knew that the Divine Monarch was extremely difficult to fight, and even with so many gathered to besiege him, there was a chance they might be overturned.