"Thank you!" Looking at Lanloste's soul escaping through the rift back to the Magic Realm, Lanmalok collapsed weakly, kneeling before Pei Yan in gratitude. He knew that at the last moment, he no longer had the ability to control Pei Yan, yet the latter remained stationary, silently allowing Lanloste to flee, fulfilling his last wish and dignity in life.

"You're welcome. A defeated dog has lost the courage to face me again. Out of respect for your persistence, I let him go. Can I proceed now?" Pei Yan calmly stated, withdrawing his hand from Lanmalok's chest and placing it on his head.

"Go ahead!"

Bang! As soon as Lanmalok spoke, his head burst open. A surge of black gas poured out from Pei Yan's palm, devouring the remnants of his soul, leaving behind a carcass at Pei Yan's feet. He turned his gaze to Moira, who had just regained her sight on the other side.

"How did you deceive my aura lock?" Moira panted heavily, clutching the Spindle of Destiny, questioning.

"No comment!" Pei Yan coldly replied, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"I retreat~!" At this moment, Moira realized she no longer had the strength to fight Pei Yan. Having struggled this far was an explanation to her teacher, it was time to withdraw. Raising her arm to speak, Pei Yan's silhouette disappeared from where it stood and reappeared before her.

"You're not qualified to withdraw!" Pei Yan punched Moira in the face, forcing the unspoken words back violently. What followed was a flurry of rapid attacks, each strike precisely hitting Moira's weakest points. Her delicate form was ruthlessly battered like a flower swaying in a storm, twisted and covered in blood, seemingly on the brink of collapse at any moment.

"Oh, my God! Whew!" Jiang Feiyang, on the sideline, held his head and chuckled bitterly, saying, "Hey! Although I know that Moira's soul is different from her outward appearance, but! Hoo hoo hoo!" He glanced at the blood spattered on the defensive array, lamenting, "But Pei Yan's attack is truly decisive, practically cutting the flower at its root!"

"The enmity between us and her runs deep! Without this approach, we can't force her real form to emerge!" Gu Shenghui sneered, then turned to question a man cloaked entirely in a hood, "Are you sure the item you gave Pei Yan can reveal her true form? You should realize from this match that she's leagues above the person you originally encountered!"

"Hehehe!" The man under the hood let out a sinister laugh, responding, "I wasn't sure before coming here, but after watching this match, I am. Your investigation unit truly nurtured a monster!" Finishing, the man looked up at the still relentless Pei Yan, his eyes filled with jealousy and greed, admiring, "Who would have thought that an unknown brat has grown into a pivotal force capable of influencing the power dynamics of the realms. Under such an assault, as long as your intelligence is correct, if she indeed has vampiric traits, when Pei Yan pushes her to the limit, she'll inevitably slip, and then what I supplied will confirm her identity! Rest assured, in the entire Foundation Plane, no one understands the Blood Race better than I do. Keeping me alive was a wise choice on your part."

"You better be right!" Gu Shenghui snorted, turning back to continue observing the tournament's progress.

The near-execution-like confrontation with Moira continued in the ring. Under Pei Yan's high-frequency assaults, Moira had practically no capacity to retaliate. Pei Yan's control over the rhythm was astoundingly precise, keeping the strikes within Moira's tolerable limits. Whenever she tried to speak during her gasps for breath, Pei Yan would specifically target and interrupt her.

Unlike team matches, individual deathmatches do not provide a wristband option. Once a contestant wants to withdraw, the only choice is to step into the designated circle introduced at the match's start and declare their intention to forfeit the match. Only then would the circle naturally raise a shield to protect the contestant, ending the match.

However, under Pei Yan's assault, Moira didn't even have the opportunity to retreat unless the arena judged her to have completely lost combat capability, leaving her to be brutally beaten without any chance for reprieve.

"Pei Yan, she's already decided to quit the match, you beast! Stop the attack and let her go!" Flamel roared at the defensive array's edge.

Compared to Flamel's anger, other spectators from various factions remained much calmer. It's a life and death match! Once declared, it indicates an irreconcilable conflict between both sides. Yet, the grudge-carrying can only end with killing. Such execution-like torture baffled and displeased many, raising dissatisfaction toward Pei Yan.

With the situation reaching this point, K in the audience seat from the Magic Realm wore an increasingly grim expression, suddenly realizing something. He stood up and started to leave, where someone had been waiting for him outside the audience seat.

"Did you make him do this?" K saw the person and immediately confirmed his suspicion, angrily asking.

"Do what?" The Demon God's avatar, leaning against a column, cracked nuts in his hand, feigning ignorance.

"Stop this match!" K controlled his emotion, lowering his voice to a roar.

The Demon God's avatar shot him a sharp look, retorting, "Don't forget the wager agreed upon by several parties before the match! Nor should you disregard the tricks you played on me before; K, there's no reason everything in this world should conform to your feelings and plans! When you tried to manipulate your old friend, trying to enforce more allegiance from him, you should've known I wouldn't let that slide so easily. If you can't predict even this after such a long time, our friendship is wasted, and there's no need to maintain even an alliance between us!" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

After listening to these words, K looked at the Demon God, who was restraining his wrath, his sharp gaze gradually softening. With a deep sigh, he reluctantly said, "Do you have to embarrass me like this here? You've already won half of this match."

"Humph!" The Demon God grunted coldly, saying, "Do you really think if I let you pass now, you could stop the match? Would the entity residing in that boy's body agree? She loathes you far more than I do!"