The moment Anna finished chanting the last syllable, a light and a dark magic circle materialized above Baphomet's head, their radiance intertwining. The ambient mana suddenly surged, making the entire space seem to blur.
The commotion immediately drew Baphomet's attention, and it moved to turn and flee.
But Anna gave it no chance. She swung the staff in her hand, activating the magic circles hovering in midair.
In an instant, a holy spear over fifty meters long, blazing with golden light, descended from the heavens.
The moment it fell, the space below seemed to freeze in place. Baphomet's speed plummeted, and before the creature could even prepare to block the descending holy spear, it had already struck Baphomet's body.
Boom!
A pillar of black-and-white light erupted skyward, as though the entire world itself had begun to tremble. The Golden Giant and the Tier 3 demons standing near Baphomet were blasted over twenty yards away by the shockwave…
As the pillar of light dissipated, the spot where the holy spear had landed looked as though a meteor had slammed into it, leaving behind an enormous crater. At its center, Baphomet's entire body bore the marks of scorching flames, with deep-blue blood staining it from head to toe — a thoroughly wretched sight.
But far more terrifying than Baphomet's sorry appearance was the amount of HP it had lost.
-4,467,175!
A single hit of over four million damage popped up. For Baphomet, whose HP had already been suppressed to sixty million, this one attack had wiped out roughly one-thirteenth of its remaining health — meaning just thirteen more such spells would be enough to kill it…
The sheer power of the attack exceeded even Shi Feng's expectations.
Moreover, after being struck by the Judgment of Light and Darkness, Baphomet was thrown into a critically injured state, its combat strength drastically reduced.
Shi Feng had no intention of letting Baphomet recover at its leisure. He immediately ordered all of his summoned subordinates to unleash their ultimate attacks, holding nothing back.
Tier 2 and Tier 3 magic skills rained down one after another.
In its critically injured state, Baphomet could barely dodge. Every single spell landed without fail, each dealing over five hundred thousand damage, chipping Baphomet's HP down and down.
80%… 75%… 70%…
Even as Baphomet gradually recovered its senses, its combat strength had been severely diminished. The Level 80 Golden Giant alone could fight it to a standstill, and the additional attacks from Anna, the demons, and the Spirit Heroes were more than Baphomet could withstand.
Shi Feng himself didn't hold back. He activated the Heavenly Dragon's Power, activated Phantom Kill, and charged straight in.
Nine-Headed Dragon Slash!
Sword Phantom!
Wind and Thunder Flash!
Purgatory Quintuple Slash!
Infernal Thunderburst!
Flame Explosion!
Skill after skill was unleashed, and thanks to the Holy Sword Thunder Ripper, Baphomet was hit with damage numbers in the tens of thousands — even over a hundred thousand per strike. While the damage paled in comparison to what the Tier 3 demons could deal unimpeded by the Dark World's suppression, it was still remarkably effective against Baphomet.
50%… 40%… 30%…
As time slipped away and Baphomet's HP continued to fall, its body was also recovering at a growing pace. Its reaction speed grew faster and faster, to the point where even the Level 80 Golden Giant could no longer hold its own. The Ancient Spirit Heroes behind Shi Feng were forced to heal constantly.
When Baphomet's HP dropped to 20%, a strange, cold smirk crept across its face. It suddenly swiped both claws outward in a sweeping motion, conjuring a violent storm that hurled Shi Feng and the Golden Giant over a dozen yards back.
Before Shi Feng could launch another assault, Baphomet had already finished its incantation. The ground beneath its feet shattered, and pitch-black flames erupted upward. As the flames receded, a crimson longsword appeared before Baphomet — its blade engraved with dark, demonic runes.
The instant the crimson longsword materialized, Shi Feng could clearly feel the surrounding dark energy surging toward it. The dense concentration of dark power condensed into black mist that coiled around the blade.
Baphomet seized the crimson longsword, and pitch-black flames instantly blazed to life along its length.
"Soul Fire?" Shi Feng stared at the flames burning along the blade, his expression turning grave. "That's quite the penalty."