The waxy man controlling the massive creature felt the heat, desperately pushing the gruesome twisted faces to chow down on the blood energy wall.

He had to wrap this up fast!

Watching the gruesome faces rapidly eating away at the blood energy wall, the centaur chieftain's lips curved into a bitter smile.

Could the centaur tribe really not dodge this bullet today?

As the blood energy wall swayed like a drunk, the old centaur chieftain's aura rapidly tanked. His time was already running out,

Before long, his thick blood energy was almost completely tapped, and he was clearly about to hit empty.

The centaur guards protecting him gripped their spears tight, facing death without flinching as they aimed at those gruesome twisted faces,

"Brothers, we're still breathing!"

They had to stall longer, buying maximum time for their people to get the hell out.

"Gnats!"

Boom!

The blood energy wall came crashing down,

The gruesome twisted faces showed bloodthirsty grins,

diving down at the group of centaurs. They couldn't wait to taste that hot blood!

Just then, the sky went screwy, the howling hurricane suddenly changed course,

A massive Dark Purple Force Field dropped from the sky, blocking the path of the gruesome twisted faces.

The Dark Purple Force Field appeared in a heartbeat. The gruesome faces couldn't change direction in time and slammed into it one after another,

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The violent impacts thundered like cannon fire, but the Dark Purple Force Field didn't budge, not even a damn ripple.

"Who the hell?"

The massive creature looked spooked, sensing seriously dangerous vibes from this purple barrier.

The waxy man controlling the massive creature was even more on edge.

This form wasn't fully cooked yet—his time was running short.

"Who! Who is it!"

The gruesome twisted faces roared like mad,

Over ten pairs of giant arms kept hammering the Dark Purple Force Field, making earth-shaking collision sounds.

Many dusk-yellow hands broke from the impacts, exposing white bones as rotting blood dripped down.

But the massive creature didn't give a damn, continuing its relentless assault.

Under this desperate barrage, the Dark Purple Force Field finally showed rippling waves, weathering this hellish storm of attacks.

The hurricane howled,

Carlos spread his wings, hovering above the Dark Purple Force Field.

Purple Vortex and Ginya were backed by the Dark Purple Force Field beside their master.

"Yep, it's the Twilight Cult alright."

From the moment he caught that rotting stench, Carlos had flown against the hurricane toward it.

The battle aura between Controllers was like a lighthouse in the dark—crystal clear to his senses.

One weakened aura, obviously the centaur chieftain,

Another massive creature, its whole body reeking of decay that made you want to hurl—definitely Twilight Cult.

"This form..."

Carlos's mind raced, cross-referencing intel about important Twilight Cult members.

"No doubt about it, this is the Twilight Cult's heavy hitter—Face-Covered Monster!"

Face-Covered Monster!

A massive body, fusing the chaotic spiritual energy of many creatures, pale giant hands, gruesome twisted human faces.

"Twilight Cult,

at this stage, all their juice should be focused on the Brain Tower. How the hell could their ace show up here?"

The Face-Covered Monster,

as the Twilight Cult's heavy artillery, rarely left the cult's fortress, usually stuck on guard duty for extremely important research targets.

The centaur tribe did have a powerful leader like the old chieftain,

but his clock was nearly wound down.

Even if the Twilight Cult wanted to pull something, they should wait until after the old chieftain kicked the bucket.

No need to deploy their ace in the hole.

For the Twilight Cult, this backstabbing faction,

Controller-level heavy hitters were worth their weight in gold.

This was key to their top-dog position among traitors,

and the backbone keeping the faction alive.

If they got made and hunted by human powerhouses, that would be a complete disaster.

By all logic,

the Face-Covered Monster wouldn't easily venture into the real world, much less throw down with a Controller whose ticket was nearly punched.

"Unless, it's not just about the centaur tribe..."

Carlos couldn't help remembering that mysterious woman's heads-up: the Twilight Cult had it out for him.

Carlos looked at the Face-Covered Monster frantically pounding the Dark Purple Force Field below, various theories racing through his mind.

"Its spiritual energy is all over the place, this Face-Covered Monster seems desperate to break through."

Was it trying to ice the centaur chieftain?

Carlos didn't buy it. Simple assassination wasn't worth this kind of massive effort from the Twilight Cult.

Had to be after something valuable.

"The centaur tribe, something precious..."

Carlos frowned,

His first thought was the centaur sacred relic.

As the priceless key to cracking those ruins, its value was off the charts.

"If it's the sacred relic, then the whole picture makes sense."

In his memory, the monsters cooked up by the Twilight Cult in his past life did indeed have some connection to those ruins.

They must have snagged the centaur sacred relic after wiping out the tribe.

Carlos wasn't in any rush to jump into the fight.

After the Purple Thornblade Shield Guards activated their bond, power increased by 12 points, constitution by 12 points, and immunity to negative effects.

The strongest among them, Purple Vortex, under maximum bond enhancement,

had constitution hitting 28 points, and power directly entering 32 points!

In terms of raw stats, he'd already stepped into Controller territory.

Powerful attributes made the Dark Purple Force Field even stronger.

Even the Face-Covered Monster that had just mopped the floor with the centaur chieftain was nearly helpless against this Dark Purple Force Field.

Plus Ginya, whose strength matched Purple Vortex, hadn't even gotten started yet, so Carlos was feeling pretty chill.

His gaze dropped below, barely making out the centaur chieftain among several centaur guards protected by the Dark Purple Force Field.

Hunched posture, weak aura—even if he croaked the next second, nobody would bat an eye.

"Is the centaur chieftain really this pathetic?"

Carlos smelled something fishy.

From when he sensed the battle aura to flying here, the time was ridiculously short.

Yet the centaur chieftain had already taken a beating, and a brutal one at that.

If he hadn't shown up when he did, the Face-Covered Monster would probably already be painting the town red.

This didn't add up.

The centaur chieftain was at least a seasoned Controller. Even if his body was falling apart and his time nearly up,

he shouldn't be this much of a pushover,

because the Face-Covered Monster was only the basic model, without later upgrades, and wasn't particularly badass among Controllers.

Not winning was one thing, but even a stalemate, or even a minor loss, would be within Carlos's expectations.

But reality was total defeat, beaten to within an inch of his life—this really had Carlos scratching his head.

"What's the deal?"

Whatever, didn't matter. Better deal with this Face-Covered Monster first.

Carlos's gaze dropped as he said coldly:

"Purple Vortex, go waste it!"

"Roar!"

Purple Vortex roared with excitement,

The Dark Purple Force Field beneath his feet suddenly shifted, bending and surging, overwhelming the Face-Covered Monster.

This was a feeling-out attack.

Fighting a Controller-level powerhouse for the first time, Purple Vortex was dead serious, absolutely couldn't let Ginya get a piece of the action.

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