Atop the trunk of the hidden Golden Magic Ring Tree.

When the [Crying Blood Sun] rose,

Zorn could clearly sense the vast, majestic, crimson silhouette.

Originally, this crimson silhouette would have also annihilated Zorn Corick for opposing the Sun Church.

But this time, Zorn Corick was a powerful Sacrificial Offerer, an ally, and a key founding pillar for the [Crying Blood Sun].

At this moment, the crimson light shone upon his body.

Zorn felt a pleasant warmth.

At the same time, Zorn also sensed the immortal Miracle·Sacred Mark being continuously etched into the epic new Chapter of Ogrande City’s history.

As the [Crying Blood Sun] ascended to a sufficient height,

Zorn also fully unleashed his Level 7 Evil Spirit Calamity, beginning to dance in tandem with the [Crying Blood Sun].

Before, the [Sun Church] had been considered an Evil God Organization.

And Zorn Corick, of the [Evil Spirit Wizard] Sequence, was seen as the definitive answer for Evil Spirits in the current era.

As long as they won today’s battle, they would turn the tables completely!

The rain of Death from the [Evil Spirit Calamity], carrying golden lightning, fell ceaselessly.

The gray mist around Split Mist Town was instantly churned into a roiling turmoil.

Deep within the gray mist, the faint silhouette of a creature with hundreds of coiling, squirming tentacles flickered in and out of view. Upon those tentacles were a multitude of bizarre, vertical pupils.

When Zorn gazed upon it,

the hundreds of densely packed, bizarre vertical pupils all met his gaze in unison.

And those strange vertical pupils all revealed grotesque smiles.

Zorn felt a slight stinging in his eyes as a tingling, itching sensation quickly spread.

He immediately deactivated [Upper Rank: Ringed Snake’s Eye].

He reached up and wiped beside his itching nose, grabbing hold of two tentacles made of blood.

These two corrupted blood tentacles tried to burrow into Zorn’s pupils.

But from the depths of Zorn’s pupils, a golden palm opened in each, grabbing the two blood tentacles and then squeezing.

POOF!

The two corrupted, bizarre blood tentacles were instantly crushed into a bloody mist.

Zorn didn’t let it go to waste, once again casting [Life Absorption] to recycle it.

’So they really are using the Forbidden Power of an Upper Ranker.’

’The bizarre and terrifying form of the Upper Ranker, the Doomsday Weaver, Aurisus... even at my Level 7, a single extra glance would lead to a certain degree of corruption.’

’A pity... My own power is too weak right now. If I could gather the strength of others and hunt down this damned Doomsday Weaver, Aurisus, now *that* would be interesting.’

The rain of Death from the Level 7 Evil Spirit Calamity continued to fall.

It struck the terrifying, formless barrier of the Forbidden Curtain, causing layers of gray ripples to spread.

Neither the steadily rising [Crying Blood Sun] nor the Level 7 [Evil Spirit Calamity] Zorn currently unleashed could break the "Forbidden Ceremony," which contained a type of Forbidden Power.

Atop the majestic trunk of the Magic Ring Tree,

Zorn began to chant an ancient Divine Curse.

SIZZLE...

The Golden Arms on his own two arms and back, each with a golden silhouette, began to burn away one after another.

At the same time,

the power of Zorn’s Level 7 Evil Spirit form was continuously poured into the ancient Divine Curse, [Tarktos’ Hand].

In addition,

the power of the [Divine Kingdom] he had summoned from afar, as well as the long-since stored power of the [Golden Magic Ring Tree],

were all now poured by Zorn into the [Ancient God’s Hand].

He was pouring all his strength into preparing this one majestic strike from the Ancient God.

If he could shatter it directly, that would be for the best.

Even if he couldn’t break the Forbidden Curtain of the Upper Ranker’s ritual, which was supported by numerous Transcendents,

it would be enough to heavily damage it.

This would lay a good foundation for the subsequent attacks from the other Transcendents.

Zorn’s current Level 7 state wouldn’t last long, so not using the power would be a waste.

When it needed to be used, it would be used. Zorn wasn’t stingy in the slightest.

"Witness a palm that falls from the sky!"

The ancient spell Zorn held was released, and his aura rapidly plummeted from a Level 7 standard to the threshold of Level 5.

He perfectly preserved his own inherent power, as there was still a great battle to be fought later.

In the distance, watching as the mighty [Evil Spirit Calamity] descended yet remained unable to overcome the Forbidden Curtain Ceremony, Marquis Albert found himself in a difficult position.

He was in a bind, unsure whether to attack or not.

If they continued to drag this out, what if... what if that Bishop Andre got out?

Then they would be the ones forced to flee.

The power of that wily old fox was not to be underestimated.

Just as Marquis Albert hesitated,

RUMBLE...

the thick, gloomy clouds of the [Evil Spirit Calamity] suddenly began to tremble violently.

An aura that made everyone’s expression change in horror began to spread out.

"Is that... an Ancient God Curse?"

Saint Retaf, who was at his side, couldn’t help but exclaim.

One had to understand that this was an ancient spell buried in history, with only faint traces left behind.

Even their [Sun Church] only possessed a relatively large number of clues but had not truly mastered it.

Only when the tides of the era surged, when ancient and mysterious beings revived and offered enlightenment,

could one slowly follow these faint traces to find the location of the ancient spell.

Amidst everyone’s feelings of apprehension and astonishment, 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

a massive [Divine Hand], impossibly heavy, tore through the clouds with a majestic posture that seemed to look down upon the tides of the era, descending upon the earth with a great RUMBLE.