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"What!?"

Luna was completely shocked. She hadn't expected her arrow to be destroyed with just a wave of the hand.

"This guy is more dangerous than I thought," she whispered, narrowing her eyes.

The moment the Fourth Apostle tossed away the Black Crystal Orb in his hand, the aura around him shifted, turning sharp and oppressive. Luna felt a faint sense of danger creeping in.

"Hehehe... Surprised?" The Fourth Apostle grinned playfully. "Earlier, I wasn't ready to fight you because I had to summon the monsters outside the Imperial Capital, preventing the rebel forces from entering. But now… I'll get serious and make you regret this, Bow Hero!"

With that, he stepped back with his left foot, raised both hands forward, and then crossed his arms while moving his fingers.

*Whoosh!*

Luna suddenly sensed an attack coming from both her right and left. She quickly leaped away, but before she could react further, another threat came from above—catching her off guard.

"Not good!" Her eyes widened as she instinctively used the weight of the Holy Bow of Celestial Frost in her left hand to spin her body midair, narrowly dodging the incoming strike.

She landed smoothly, both feet touching the ground, and immediately retreated ten steps to the side.

Suddenly, a sharp sting ran across her face, and she instinctively touched the spot.

When she looked at her palm, Luna was startled to find patches of fresh blood.

"Blood?" Luna frowned in astonishment.

The threat she had felt earlier made her body react instinctively to dodge. Still, she couldn't figure out what kind of attack the Fourth Apostle had launched, and that uncertainty heightened her vigilance.

She raised her head, locking eyes with the Fifth Apostle, her gaze cold and calculating.

"What kind of sneak attack is he using? Why can't I see it?" Luna wondered, her mind racing.

Before she could think further, the Fourth Apostle moved his right fingers.

In an instant, Luna sensed danger from both her right and left. She jumped back reflexively, but another wave of threat came from above and behind her, forcing her to stop and roll to the side.

She recovered quickly, performing a front handspring to land gracefully before drawing her bowstring taut.

*Buzz!*

A blue arrow materialized in the air, and Luna released it toward the Fourth Apostle without hesitation.

*Whoosh!*

As the arrow flew, it radiated a bright blue light.

The Fourth Apostle chuckled, smirking. "Your attack is useless to me, Bow Hero Luna!"

He quickly moved his left index and middle fingers but was stunned when the blue light on the arrow vanished, revealing ten arrows speeding toward him. Explore more adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

"Not good!" The Fifth Apostle gasped in horror, frantically moving his fingers to destroy the arrows but only managed to destroy nine.

One arrow broke through and pierced his left shoulder.

"Ahh!" The Fifth Apostle screamed in pain, tears streaming from his eyes.

A few seconds later, a bone-chilling cold spread through his shoulder, and he tried to pull the arrow out.

But no matter how hard he tried, the arrow wouldn't budge—it seemed to have fused with his body.

"Damn it!" He roared in frustration and, without thinking, severed his left hand.

*Splurt!*

Blood gushed from the stump, and he quickly pressed his right hand against it, trying to stop the bleeding.

At that moment, Luna finally understood the sneak attack the Fourth Apostle had launched, causing the threats to come from all directions.

"Thread?" Luna's eyes widened in disbelief.

On the fingers of the Fourth Apostle's left hand were five threads, fused and interconnected.

The threads were so thin—thinner than hair—and so transparent that Luna hadn't noticed them until now.

"No wonder I couldn't see them; those threads are unbelievably thin," Luna murmured, her voice heavy.

Had she not relied on her instincts, those invisible threads would have torn her apart.

This made her realize that these cloaked figures were far more unpredictable than she had imagined.

Meanwhile, the Fourth Apostle hissed in pain, blood still flowing from his severed hand.

The agony seemed to pierce his very soul, leaving him completely overwhelmed.

"Damn it! Damn it! You bastard woman! Because of your trickery, I'm in this situation!" He cursed, glaring at Luna with a mix of hatred and fury.

As the Fourth Apostle of the Temple of Twilight, his power ranked just below that of the Third Apostle.

He possessed the ability to control countless thin, strong, and sharp threads. While they might seem insignificant, he had killed tens of thousands of powerful foes with them.

In less than a second, anyone within his line of sight could be killed instantly. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that his victims never even knew how they died, highlighting just how terrifying his ability was.

However, his power had a weakness—the battlefield itself.

In narrow spaces or dense forests filled with trees, his chances of victory were nearly 99 percent. But in an open space like this ruined throne room, he faced a significant challenge.

Moreover, his opponent wasn't just anyone; it was one of humanity's heroes—the Bow Hero.

Grinding his teeth, he reached into his robe pocket and retrieved a small black pill.

He stared at the pill with reluctance and doubt. It was a transformation pill, reserved for critical moments like this.

Its effect was to drastically enhance the user's strength, but the side effect was that it could inflict fatal damage to the body.

With his left hand gone, defeat seemed inevitable, and it was likely he would die at Luna's hands.

Therefore, he had no choice but to go all out and unleash his full potential.

Pushing aside his doubts, he swallowed the pill in one swift motion.

*Boom!*

A powerful, threatening aura erupted from his body.

At the same time, his severed left hand slowly rose and reattached itself.

"Argh!" The Fourth Apostle screamed, and a crushing pressure radiated throughout the throne room.

Leon, Valen, and the rest of the Temple of Twilight members immediately halted their battles, turning toward the Fourth Apostle, whose body was still emanating a terrifying aura.

Their expressions shifted drastically, especially those of the Second Apostle, the Emissary of the First Apostle, and the two thousand elite members of the Temple of Twilight.

They quickly realized that the aura surrounding the Fourth Apostle wasn't his natural power—it came from the transformation pill!

The Emissary of the First Apostle's eyes widened in horror as he stared in disbelief.

"What is the Fourth Apostle doing? Why is he using a transformation pill? Has he really been pushed to this point?"

Taking a transformation pill would shorten one's lifespan by ten to twenty years, and the pill would also severely damage the user's body—so much so that death could be imminent.

Even though they were being cornered by the heroes, it didn't mean they had to risk their lives like this.

"Damn it! He really can defeat that monster!"

Just then, a shocked exclamation came from the group of two thousand elite members of the Temple of Twilight, immediately drawing his attention.

He turned toward the voice, his shock growing as he saw the unexpected sight.

"What!? How is that possible!?"