The two clashed instantly, fists flying and blades flashing, the dull thuds of metal clashing and flesh slamming echoing within the castle. With the enhancement of the anti-magic stone, along with his own immense strength and combat skills, Tang Hao gradually gained the upper hand. Each of his strikes was powerful and heavy. Although the red-haired elder was also a master, he was ultimately old and, without the aid of magic, began to struggle under Tang Hao's relentless onslaught; even his hand holding the staff trembled slightly.

After a fierce exchange, Tang Hao seized an opportunity, suddenly spinning to the side. His blood-red broadsword slashed at an incredible angle, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on the red-haired elder's left arm. Blood gushed out, and the red-haired elder cried out in pain, staggering backward involuntarily.

"Is that all you've got? How disappointing!"

Tang Hao pressed on relentlessly, his tone filled with contempt.

The red-haired old man's eyes widened in fury. He knew that if he didn't fight with all his might today, he would likely not escape unscathed. So, he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, gripped his staff tightly, and began to chant an ancient incantation in a low voice. Although the magic-suppressing stone restricted most of his magic power, he still tried to unleash the mysterious power hidden within the staff.

As the incantation was completed, a dazzling red light erupted from the tip of the staff, and a powerful energy wave rippled through the air. Tang Hao sensed the threat of this power and dared not be careless. He immediately gathered all his blood energy to form a thick shield, preparing to meet the impending attack.

"Flame Storm!"

The red-haired old man roared and swung his staff forward, instantly forming a huge fire tornado that swept towards Tang Hao with destructive power.

Tang Hao retreated rapidly, simultaneously slashing his blade at the fiery tornado, attempting to shatter it. However, the tornado's power was beyond imagination; even weakened by the anti-magic stone, his crimson greatsword could only barely slow it down. The fiery tornado ultimately crashed into the shield he had previously erected, unleashing a deafening roar that seemed to tremble the entire castle. Many members of the Light Alliance were knocked to the ground by the shockwave.

As the smoke cleared, Tang Hao, though ragged and his armor charred, remained standing. The light from the anti-magic stone, though dimmed considerably, still stubbornly protected him from further harm. The red-haired elder, having exhausted his last strength by casting forbidden magic, collapsed to his knees, panting heavily.

"It's over, you old man."

Tang Hao slowly approached, raising his blood-red broadsword high, ready to deliver the final blow to his opponent.

The red-haired old man looked up, his eyes filled with despair and resentment, but even more so with a helpless acceptance of his fate. He closed his eyes, awaiting the end.

Just then, a series of booming sounds suddenly came from outside the castle, as if a new force was approaching. Tang Hao's heart tightened, realizing that the battle might not be truly over yet. But he also understood that he must first completely eliminate the threat before he could face the even greater challenges that might come next.

"For the Light Alliance, for justice, you must die!" Tang Hao roared, his blood-red broadsword falling like lightning, poised to end the red-haired old man's life. Unexpectedly, another wave of flame swept past, knocking Tang Hao away and saving the red-haired old man at the critical moment.

Liu Yu, standing to the side, narrowed his eyes and gripped his long sword tightly.

"Bell, you've finally shown up."

As the flames subsided, Bell helped the red-haired old man to his feet. A large number of Eagle Regiment members appeared on the upper level. Their equipment and weapons were superior, clearly much stronger than the rabble from before, and they should be the elite force of the Eagle Regiment.

The red-haired old man was panting heavily, wanting to say something, but was stopped by Bell.

"You go and guard the control center; leave this to me."

Upon hearing this, the old man nodded in agreement and then quickly ran upstairs.

As the red-haired elder departed, Bell stood in the center of the upper level of the castle, his eyes cold as knives, exuding an indescribable aura of majesty and dominance. His injuries seemed not to have affected his imposing presence, but rather had fueled his fighting spirit even more.

"You lowly wretch, do you think you can easily destroy our Eagle Legion with just this? Today, we'll show you the true strength of the Eagle Legion!"

Bell's voice echoed within the castle, each word like a heavy hammer blow striking the hearts of everyone in the Light Alliance.

Tang Hao scrambled to his feet, wiping the blood from his mouth, his eyes hardening. He knew the real battle was just beginning. He gripped his blood-red broadsword, his blood surging once more, ready to meet Bell's challenge.

Liu Yu stood beside Tang Hao, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Bell and the surrounding elite Eagle Regiment soldiers, his mind rapidly calculating a response strategy. He knew that at this moment, all planning was unimportant; as long as Bell was dealt with, the mission would be accomplished.

"Bell, your end is nigh!"

Tang Hao roared and charged at Bell again. His blood-red broadsword, carrying a sharp gust of wind, aimed straight for Bell's vitals.

Bell snorted coldly, his figure flashing away like a ghost, a flaming longsword appearing in his hand at the same time. His swordsmanship was superb, every move perfectly timed, avoiding Tang Hao's attacks while constantly seeking opportunities to counterattack.

The two exchanged blows, swords flashing and blades gleaming, their forces clashing, the crisp sound of metal clashing echoing once more within the castle. Each exchange seemed to send sparks flying, the air thick with the stench of blood. Inside the castle, swords flashed, magic clashed with firearms, the battle reaching its climax. Members of the Light Alliance and the Eagle Legion fought with all their might, for their respective beliefs and honors.

Just then, the clash between Tang Hao and Bell suddenly reached its climax. Both unleashed their full power simultaneously, the crimson broadsword clashing with the longsword in mid-air with a deafening roar. The powerful impact forced both of them back several steps, but Tang Hao was clearly superior. He seized the opportunity to leap into the air, his crimson broadsword slashing towards Bell like lightning.

Despite his injuries and diminished fighting strength, Bell showed no panic as Tang Hao pressed forward. He gripped his longsword tightly, powerful magic surging within him. With a low roar, his longsword was instantly covered in scorching flames, clashing once more with Tang Hao's blood-red broadsword.

This time, the two reached their peak power, and the castle seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force. The enormous impact caused the surrounding buildings to collapse, and rubble and dust flew everywhere.

However, at this crucial moment, Bell suddenly unleashed some kind of magic or skill. The longsword in his hand instantly transformed into a raging fire, carrying destructive power as it hurtled towards Tang Hao.

Although Tang Hao was incredibly brave, he was somewhat overwhelmed by this sudden killing move. He swung his blood-red greatsword with all his might, trying to resist the onslaught of flames, but the power of the flames was too great. His shield was instantly pierced, and his blood-red greatsword was also engulfed by the flames.

Tang Hao retreated rapidly, but the flames followed him relentlessly, closing in on him. At this critical moment of life and death, Liu Yu stepped forward. The long sword in his hand gleamed with dazzling light, and with a single swing, he cleaved the flames in two.

However, this was only a temporary respite. Bell did not give up; he gathered his strength again, preparing to launch an even more ferocious attack.