When the assembled Saints saw the colorful giant tiger, their expressions were initially blank, not quite registering what kind of sacred being this was.

After all, Jù Máng was already dead. It took them a few seconds to react, their expressions changing drastically. Anyone who could transform into a beast and possess such terrifying aura could only be the Level 6 Beast King, Jù Máng.

But wasn't he dead?

The killers from both factions simultaneously looked towards the corpse shrouded in the night. There was a clear difference in their gazes.

The Saints of the Lawful faction were excited and expectant, while those of the Evil faction looked grave and wary. Thus, their expressions were tinged with doubt.

The Star Official of Dark Night Rose narrowed his eyes, using his power of sight to penetrate the night obscuring the corpse. He saw Jù Máng's body slowly peel off a human skin as thin as a cicada's wing. As the skin separated, Jù Máng's appearance changed into a Yin corpse wreathed in ghostly energy.

His pupils dilated. At that moment, the colorful giant tiger raised its head and roared, riding the wind, its golden fur dancing in the gale. It lunged towards Cocktail with a clear purpose.

As the saying goes, "Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger." The colorful giant tiger came with the wind, its might awe-inspiring.

"The one who died was a Yin corpse! Jù Máng isn't dead! He still has a Sovereign-grade item!" the Star Official shouted.

"Is it really Jù Máng?" The Lawful faction Saints were invigorated, experiencing a dreamlike feeling akin to being on the verge of bankruptcy when their father suddenly announced he was actually the richest man in the world.

The Saints who had been planning to escape stopped and returned to the battlefield. Emily, who had been waiting for an opportunity in the distance, patted her chest in relief and smiled happily…

Watching the approaching colorful giant tiger, Cocktail wasn't flustered. He took a step back, exploiting a loophole in the rules, and appeared a few meters away. He shouted, "Jù Máng's last item, the Xún Xíng Shén Jù Huǒ Dāo, poses no threat as long as you aren't soul-captured or locked on! We have other means! Everyone, help Tifos kill Jù Máng!"

He wasn't intimidated at all; in fact, he seemed extremely calm and confident…

This reassured the Saints from the Second District of Mì. Tifos retrieved a potion from his inventory, popped the cork with his thumb, and gulped it down.

Before everyone's eyes, cracking sounds came from his body as his bones shifted. His dark red skin ballooned to a height of three meters. Blue flames ignited on the membranous wings on his back, and golden luster appeared on the ram horns on his head. Wisps of black smoke rose from his body, hissing as they touched the containers and the cement ground.

The transformation continued. Twisted, flamboyant black magic patterns appeared on his dark red skin. Sensing the threat, the colorful giant tiger stopped chasing Cocktail and looked towards Tifos…

Was that bottle of potion Demon Seed's bathwater? With his tiger-headed beast body, Zhang Yuanqing had extremely acute senses…

He smelled the aura of Demon Seed. Clearly, Tifos was trying to use Demon Seed's bathwater or the power of this deity to elevate his own distortion abilities, aiming for combat power that would crush the entire field.

"Then I'll kill you first!" Zhang Yuanqing charged towards the three-meter-tall Tifos with a gust of crimson wind.

"Stop him!" Tifos tried to buy time.

Cocktail shouted, "No need!"

Everyone could sense Tifos's rapidly increasing aura, which was vaguely approaching the Sovereign level, having broken through the Saint stage.

But there was an enormous gap between Saint and Sovereign. It wasn't possible to reach the Sovereign stage just by breaking through the Saint realm. The higher probability was stopping halfway.

And those who stopped halfway were usually called "Weak Sovereigns." The strength level of a Weak Sovereign depended on whether they had taken fifty steps or a hundred steps. The closer they were to the Sovereign stage, the stronger they would be.

The Star Official of Dark Night Rose was the first to act, exhaling a breath of Yin energy that swarmed towards the colorful tiger like a plague of resentful spirits.

*Boom, boom.* A Thunder Mage from the Lawful faction immediately acted, summoning bolts of lightning that ravaged the resentful spirits. The Yin energy instantly dissipated, and the resentful spirits turned into black smoke amidst heart-wrenching screams…

Only a few resentful spirits of extremely high quality survived, but they couldn't pose a threat to the colorful giant tiger. Just as the resentful spirit army was defeated, the Jealousy Divine General, with six arms, charged forward wielding a black mace.

Even though Jù Máng was in beast form and possessed a Sovereign-grade item, the Jealousy Divine General, as a Mist Lord, was still confident he could entangle with him. He roughly understood the function of the Xún Xíng Shén Jù Huǒ Dāo. Did the Alluring Demons fear close combat weapons?

No matter how powerful a knife was, it was useless if it couldn't hurt the enemy. A figure leaped onto a container, raised a longsword with a cross guard, and said solemnly, "Bullying the few with the many violates the spirit of fairness. In the name of Knight, I sentence you to death!"

A copper-colored light erupted around him, as if he had been possessed by a god and received an unexpected buff. The container dented with a *boom*, and the knight, Xia Zuo, raised his longsword and jumped down, cleaving towards the Jealousy Divine General.

The core abilities of a Judge were, first, Law, and second, Judgment. The two skills complemented each other. But if Law couldn't be promulgated, he could also use Judgment alone, just by finding an excuse. However, doing so would greatly reduce the power of Judgment.

Xia Zuo had no choice. With the Disorderly person Cocktail present, any of his Laws (rules) would be exploited.

The Jealousy Divine General blocked the blow with his mace, creating a deafening clang of metal. Xia Zuo flew backward, and the Jealousy Divine General retreated step after step, each footstep cracking the cement of the port.

*Boom!*

A wave crashed against the port, and the seawater that splashed up solidified into a giant palm, sweeping past the Jealousy Divine General's head and towards the colorful giant tiger. But before the palm reached the tiger's head, it collapsed back into seawater.

It was a Saint from the Church of the Sea God hidden behind the containers who had forcibly dispelled it. The water control abilities of a Sea Demon were inferior to those of a Water Ghost, but it was still easy to disrupt the opponent's spells.

The Water Ghost among the black-robed figures stopped manipulating the seawater and silently spread plagues and activated water deprivation, weakening the giant tiger as much as possible, while clearing obstacles for Tifos.

The aftermath and movement created by the battle of Saints approaching the peak of the Upper position caused the containers near the port to explode.

The Evil faction successfully held off the colorful giant tiger for five seconds.

*Roar!*

With the magic patterns completely drawn and covering his body, Tifos abruptly raised his head and let out a deep roar into the night sky. His two sharp fangs became noticeably stronger, and black smoke erupted from his body, his membranous wings burning with scorching blue flames.

Each breath he exhaled was accompanied by a strong smell of sulfur. At this moment, he had completed a certain transformation, and his life form had entered a new realm.

The powerful aura spread across the earth, causing the hearts of the Saints at the port to contract, instinctively feeling fear.

Kromi, a devil whose strength was infinitely close to the Sovereign level, had an increasingly serious and heavy expression on his face. In the teaching texts of the Biological Alchemy Society, the source of distortion was the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons, the terminator of order, a god who brought about world destruction. And this god had ten children, each representing a portion of the god's abilities.

Kromi was one of the Demon Children. Leaving aside the texts, the Breaking Bad could transform into ten kinds of demons at the Sovereign stage, and Kromi was one of them.

However, the "Kromi" demonic body that Tifos was displaying wasn't perfect because the magic patterns only covered his upper body… not his entire body.

"What a desirable power!" A hoarse, cold emotion came from Tifos's throat: "My physique can only distort to this extent. Sovereign is an insurmountable hurdle, but this is enough."

He turned his head to look at the colorful giant tiger five meters away… The Saints of both factions had stopped fighting the moment Tifos's transformation succeeded.

Xia Zuo, Emily, and the others were tense again, feeling nervous and even worried. Although Jù Máng still had a Sovereign-grade item, the enemy he was facing was Tifos, who was infinitely close to the Sovereign level. If the attack of the item was strong but had a singular function, the limitations would be too great. Furthermore, Jù Máng himself wasn't a Sovereign, making him vulnerable to being captured like a king being captured.

And although Tifos hadn't become a true Sovereign, this distortion was an all-around strengthening, a true Weak Sovereign.

"This is your trump card?" The colorful giant tiger spoke in human language: "Absorbing the power of high-level beings to temporarily increase combat power, daring to claim you will hunt me down when you aren't even a Sovereign?"

While adapting to his new body, Tifos chuckled hoarsely: "Kromi is the most well-rounded of the Great Devils. He can cast spells, engage in close combat, and fly and chase. You can't escape, even if you wanted to."

The colorful giant tiger said "Oh" and suddenly pounced towards Tifos, creating gusts of wind.

Did he not need the Sovereign-grade item? Not only Tifos, but even the many Saints watching the battle were stunned by this scene.

No matter how strong Jù Máng's beast body was, he was still at the Saint level. How could he dare to engage in close combat with Tifos? Shouldn't he be reckless? Did he have some kind of tactic?

Two pale petrification beams shot out from Tifos's scarlet vertical pupils, hitting the colorful giant tiger directly, leaving patches of grayish-white marks.

The marks disappeared instantly. Eh? Petrification light ineffective? Tifos, not having time to be surprised, flapped his membranous wings and shot fireballs at the enemy like a storm. The colorful giant tiger moved his limbs quickly, walking out a V-shape in the wind, agilely dodging the fireball barrage, and continuing to approach Tifos.

The latter spewed out a thick, corrosive poisonous fog, while uttering strange incantations that didn't belong to humans.

Distorters could distort their targets through blood, spells, and words. The Saints watching from afar immediately felt the cells in their bodies starting to stir, undergoing abnormal division, as if they were about to grow a third eye and a third leg. They quickly covered their ears and retreated in horror.

The Wind Mages, who had originally wanted to help blow away the poisonous fog, hastily rode the wind to avoid the effects of the incantation.

Just as the Saints of both factions retreated, a whoosh sounded from the thick black fog. The colorful giant tiger burst out of the shaking black fog and pounced on the three-meter-tall Tifos, knocking him down.

The giant tiger opened its bloody mouth to bite the man's neck!

Tifos grabbed the giant tiger's upper and lower jaws and forcefully snapped them apart. *Crack!* The colorful giant tiger's head was torn in two.

The next second, Tifos felt a pain in his chest and slowly lowered his head, seeing a short, white, shimmering blade piercing his chest.

The giant tiger's body turned into light particles and dissipated, revealing Jù Máng's true form. He knelt on the three-meter-tall demon's chest, holding the hilt of the blade with both hands, his eyes cold and mocking.

Tifos screamed in agony as his body rapidly withered. Essence, blood, and soul flowed into the short blade like water. In less than a second, his screams stopped abruptly, and he became a corpse. Until his death, he couldn't understand why the "poisonous fog," "distortion spells," and "petrification" that the Distorters relied on to fight had all become ineffective…

Zhang Yuanqing pulled out the short blade, but his expression stiffened. "Evil faction Saints, none of you will leave tonight."

******

On the other side, with the establishment of the knight's rules, the thunder attribute spiritual power in the chamber seemed to lose its activity, no longer a power that could be freely called upon.

Qian Ning turned back in surprise, looking at the man who had suddenly appeared in the chamber. He was wearing a black mink coat, with handsome features and a straight posture, and a mocking smile on his lips that made him look very punchable.

"How could you be here?" He roared, seemingly unable to accept it. "Aren't you hiding in the maze? Why do you dare to come out?"

If there was any Sovereign in New York City who wasn't under the Liberty Alliance's surveillance, it would only be Old Berent in the Labyrinth Villa and the person in front of him, Zhai Cai.

"Why wouldn't I dare come out…" Zhai Cai chuckled. "I came out to get some air while you guys were having a brawl. What's the problem?"

Vinnie Berent didn't remove her defenses and smiled coldly. "Qian Ning, since I dared to take the price of the Eye of the Sky on my own initiative, how could I not have arranged a helper for myself?"

She urged, "Stop talking nonsense. Kill him, and I'll tell you the correct routes through the first and second levels of the maze as agreed."