Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start?

Some spellbeasts didn't even realize they were dead.

It wasn't until they reached the old woman that they collapsed helplessly to the ground, their bodies riddled with tiny puncture wounds from which blood flowed incessantly.

Additionally, another elderly man, whose bright eyes emanated pure white light from their depths, unleashed an extreme holy radiance that purified all the dark creatures.

Those dark entities rushing forward were like moths to a flame, continuously corroded and ignited by the holy light.

Among the four of them, the most visually striking was the middle-aged man wielding a massive axe.

Though his age and time spent cultivating couldn't compare to the Chief and the others, each swing of his axe resembled a spinning meat grinder, shredding any approaching dark creatures into scarlet chunks of flesh.

The black, foul-smelling flesh and shattered bones turned the area into a hellish scene.

All four were terrifying beings who had surpassed Throne Celestial.

Wherever they struck, destruction followed.

This level of dark creature posed no real threat to them.

However, as Owen pressed forward, more and more of these eerie creatures met their deaths.

Suddenly, an ancient voice echoed across the heavens and earth.

"This path is closed. Those who attempt to leave will be killed without mercy!"

The voice carried an overwhelming sense of oppression. Even the Chief and the others, who had just been slaughtering with abandon, immediately turned solemn.

Although it was just a voice, they could sense from it an aura akin to theirs—perhaps even surpassing it!

Above Throne Celestial!

The Chief and the others quickly turned toward the source of the voice, seeing four figures rushing rapidly from the island's defensive line.

The aura emanating from these four was even stronger than that of the Chief and his companions!

The leader of the four had eight arms, each clutching a magical artifact exuding an eerie presence, as though he were a celestial god of judgment. Just looking at him made one feel oppressed.

It was this eight-armed figure who had spoken earlier.

"Heh, what if we insist on passing?"

The Chief and the others glared at the terrifying eight-armed being.

Though the creature's aura was formidable, they had no choice but to succeed or perish today—there was no turning back!

"Insist on passing? Such arrogance! Even your predecessors didn't dare to be this brazen!"

Another voice spoke, this time belonging to a woman with six bizarre eyes on her face.

Each of her eyes was unique, as though she were a collector of rare ocular organs like Loki. Being stared at by her felt like being observed by six separate entities, as though she could see through to one's deepest secrets.

"Why don't you try and see?" the Chief replied with a cold smile.

The more these creatures taunted them, the more certain the Chief was that the seal lay here.

There was no retreat from this place!

"If it's a fight you want, we'll gladly oblige!"

The others behind the Chief responded earnestly.

The aura emanating from these creatures was entirely from The Celestial, showing no intention of sparing them. The best course of action now was to charge straight for the Dark Temple!

"Fools!"

"Kill them!"

"Kill!"

The four eerie figures, treading upon the void, let out heart-wrenching roars and charged toward the ghost ship!

The void trembled, and a blood-soaked storm howled in their wake.

"I'll take on the one with eight arms. My axe has been itching for a fight!"

The burly man hoisted his massive axe and charged forward without hesitation.

The old woman, meanwhile, dashed toward the grotesque figure with six eyes.

Owen was about to take action when the Chief's voice reached him telepathically.

"Owen, the priority is destroying the Dark Temple. You know more about it than we do. Leave these creatures to us and head straight for the Dark Temple!"

Owen hesitated briefly but nodded in agreement.

Turning to Rachel, he reminded her, "Rachel, be careful. I'll be back soon!"

Rachel nodded. "Take care of yourself. With the Chief and the others, I'll be fine!"

Only then did Owen breathe a sigh of relief, swiftly taking to the air and charging toward the center of the Black Sea.

"Leaving? Did you ask my blades for permission?"

As Owen prepared to depart, a horned creature wielding two blood-red blades grinned wickedly and rushed toward him.

"Little one, did you ask for my permission to target him?"

The Chief blocked its path, and for once, a rare killing intent flickered across his aged face.

Sensing the Chief's aura, the horned creature smirked disdainfully.

"With your strength? You're not even qualified to stand before me!"

Although both were beings above Throne Celestial, the Chief's aura was noticeably weaker than the horned creature's.

The Chief said nothing more, his body beginning to emit dazzling lightning. His dim eyes seemed to transform into endless thunderclouds, shooting out blinding bolts of lightning.

Countless arcs of electricity radiated from the Chief, shattering the surrounding darkness.

"It's been a while since I fought seriously. Let's hope you're a worthy opponent!"

The Chief laughed heartily, gathering the lightning into his palm. With a firm grip, it transformed into a thunder spear, which he hurled forward with incredible speed.

The spear tore through the dark void, turning it into brilliant silver. The shockwaves rippled outward, affecting the entire Black Sea and stirring its waves.

The horned figure wielding blood-red blades quickly shed its arrogance, darting through the storm of lightning with agility akin to a monkey leaping through a thorny thicket, closing in on the Chief.

The Chief stepped forward, conjuring a dense web of lightning underfoot, forming an inescapable net of attacks. Lightning surged from the heavens and earth, striking the horned creature directly.

Sizzle!

Black smoke billowed as the horned figure's aura faltered momentarily, only to recover rapidly. The charred marks on its body began healing at a visible pace.

Meanwhile, on another front—

The eight-armed creature, seeing the burly man charging with his axe, swelled its muscles and tightened its grip on a massive hammer in one hand.

The other seven arms followed suit, each wielding an identical hammer, radiating explosive power.

Boom!

All eight hammers slammed down simultaneously, releasing deafening roars that shattered the void across thousands of meters, creating a chaotic zone and launching an all-out assault on the burly man.

In that moment, however, a dazzling light split through the chaos. The shockwaves from the hammers were cleaved apart, and the axe loomed ever larger in the eight-armed creature's eyes, exuding an unstoppable dominance!

Elsewhere—

The old woman stood before the six-eyed entity, her array of bone spikes floating densely around her. These spikes shimmered like streams of light, darting toward the woman like nimble fish.

The six-eyed entity's gaze glowed green, emitting highly corrosive beams that collided with the old woman's bone spikes, creating waves of energy that rippled outward.

As the battles reached a fever pitch, Rachel and her companions weren't idle either. They quickly formed a battle array, channeling pure mana into the four fighters, sustaining their elemental expenditure.

The four eerie figures were already stronger than the Chief and his companions. Now, with the Black Sea providing them a continuous source of power, they seemed invincible.

If the stalemate continued, the situation would worsen for them.

Rachel glanced toward Owen's position in the distance.

The only hope now was for Owen to destroy the Dark Temple as quickly as possible!

Owen shared the same thought. However, as he prepared to act, a figure of indeterminate gender suddenly blocked his path.

"Your aura is peculiar. Devouring you would greatly benefit me, so why don't you obediently let me consume you?"

The figure grinned eerily, emitting an unsettling laugh that sent shivers down the spine.

A pure Chaotic Aura surged from its body, rushing straight toward Owen!