The Holy Maiden's eyes blazed with righteous fury as she confronted Azazel, the demon who threatened the very fabric of their realm. "Your blood lust will consume whatever humanity you have left inside. You threaten this very realm by existing. I will stop you before you destroy us all," she declared, her voice ringing out like a battle cry.

But Azazel only laughed, his demonic grin sending chills down her spine. "You fools are only making things worse for yourselves," he sneered. "If the Dark Queen breaks through the barrier and reaches that monkey, lives will be spared. But by delaying her, you are making way for the Dark Lord. And when he arrives, the sea around us will turn crimson with the blood of your people."

The tension in the air was palpable as the two adversaries stood facing each other. The Holy Maiden's slender form was clad in icy armor that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly power, while Azazel's dark wings spread wide as he towered over her.

The wind howled around them, carrying the faint scent of blood and burning ash from the ongoing war. The sky above was a deep crimson, stained by the blood of fallen warriors.

As the energy barrier flickered and lost its glow, the tension between Rowena and Azazel intensified. The cracks in the barrier grew wider, and the undead outside clawed with renewed vigor. The vampires cheered and roared, emboldened by the sight of the weakened barrier. The Nagaland soldiers and guardians scrambled, unsure of what to do next.

But Rowena had only one thing on her mind - her little brother Noah, who was inside the castle. With a determined look on her face, she tightened her grip on her blades and dashed toward Azazel. The sound of her armor clanking and blades slicing through the air echoed in the chaos around them.

Azazel smirked, unfazed by Rowena's charge. He lifted his hand, and a group of undead soldiers rushed toward her. Rowena swung her blades in a wide arc, sending a wave of ice and snow toward the undead. They froze solid, their bodies shattering into a million pieces as they hit the ground.

She didn't stop there. Rowena leaped over the frozen corpses and charged at Azazel, her blades glowing with a cold blue light. Azazel summoned a bolt of dark energy and fired it at her, but she deftly dodged it and sliced through it with her blades.

Their blades clashed, sparks flying as they exchanged blows. Rowena's icy blades glinted in the dim light while Azazel wielded a scimitar in his hand, snatched from a fallen guardian, but it was far from his weapon of choice. Their weapons clashed again and again, each strike echoing like thunder in the chaos around them.

As they fought, the cracks in the barrier grew wider, and the undead army poured through them. Rowena's attention was torn between defending the castle and fighting Azazel. But she knew she had to keep him at bay, at least until her brother was safe.

With a fierce determination, Rowena continued to fight, each strike of her blades sending waves of cold and ice toward Azazel. The battlefield was chaotic and bloody, but Rowena remained focused, her eyes fixed on Azazel, the man who threatened her brother and her world.

Rowena's weapons were an extension of her will, and as she charged toward the undead and Azazel, she swung her blades with a fluid and graceful motion. The blades were attached to long chains, allowing Rowena to throw them, impale her foes, and yank them back toward her.

The Holy Maiden moved with a deadly grace, her movements precise and calculated. With each swing of her blades, she took down multiple undead, her chains allowing her to strike from a distance and keep the enemy at bay. The blades were imbued with a chilling cold that froze the undead in their tracks, shattering them into pieces.

As she approached Azazel, Rowena's blades were a blur, slicing through the air with a deafening whistle. Azazel dodged and weaved, but Rowena's attacks were relentless, and he found himself on the defensive.

The chains attached to Rowena's blades were like extensions of her body, allowing her to twist and turn in ways that were impossible for a normal human. She threw the blades towards Azazel, yanking them back towards her at the last moment, making it difficult for him to predict her movements.

In the heat of the battle, Rowena's armor began to glow with a bright blue light, and her eyes flickered like sapphires. Her movements became faster and more fluid, and her attacks became more precise and deadly.

Azazel fought with all his might, but he could not match the Holy Maiden's skill and power. With a final swing of her blades, Rowena sent Azazel flying, his body crashing into the ground with a loud thud.

Despite being a stage below Azazel's cultivation level, Rowena's fighting style was a perfect match for the demon's reckless approach. She used the chains attached to her blades with such expertise that it seemed like they were an extension of her own arms. With one fluid motion, she threw her blades, impaling the undead and yanking them toward her, all while dodging Azazel's powerful strikes. Her armor glinted in the sunlight as she spun around, her blades whistling through the air.

Azazel's brute strength and lack of technique proved to be his downfall. Every time he swung his scimitar, Rowena would dodge and strike back with a flurry of blows, leaving cuts and bruises all over his body. But the demon's regeneration powers were astonishing; his wounds healed almost instantly, and he continued to laugh maniacally with every blow he received.

When Azazel hit the ground, he immediately rose back to his feet, his wounds healing at an incredible speed. Instead of groaning in pain, he laughed maniacally and thumped his own chest as if reveling in the pain. Then, he dashed into the air, meeting Rowena's blades head-on once again.

The two combatants were evenly matched, each landing blows on the other with impressive speed and precision. The undead began to crawl through the weakened barrier, adding to the chaos of the battle. But Rowena remained focused, her eyes fixed on Azazel as she danced around him with her blades.

Azazel's scimitar clashed against Rowena's blades, sending sparks flying. But Rowena was not deterred, using the chains on her weapons to entangle Azazel's sword and disarm him. With a swift motion, she brought her blades down, striking Azazel with a lethal blow. But to her surprise, he merely laughed once again, the wound on his body already beginning to close up.

As the fight continued, Rowena started to channel her magic into her blades, infusing them with the power of ice. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the icy blades hurtling toward Azazel. He managed to dodge them, but not without difficulty. The spells were grand and one of a kind, each one more powerful than the last.

Azazel charged at Rowena, but she was ready for him. She yanked on the chains attached to her blades, pulling them towards her and impaling Azazel's arm. He grunted in pain and tried to pull away, but Rowena yanked on the chains again, causing him to stumble towards her. She took advantage of his momentary weakness and delivered a swift kick to his stomach, sending him flying backward.

As Azazel rose to his feet, Rowena began to chant a new spell, her eyes glowing with power. Suddenly, the air around them grew colder, and a thick layer of ice started to form on the ground. Azazel's eyes widened in surprise as he realized what was happening. But before he could react, Rowena unleashed a powerful blast of icy energy toward him, encasing him in a thick block of ice.

However, Azazel was not defeated yet. With a fierce growl, he broke free from the icy prison, shattering it into a million pieces. He lunged towards Rowena once again, but this time she was ready. With a swift movement, she sliced her blades through the air, creating a powerful gust of icy wind that knocked Azazel off his feet and sent him flying backward.

The fight continued, each combatant giving it their all. But it was clear that Rowena had the upper hand, her ice spells proving too much for Azazel to handle. As the battle between Rowena and Azazel reached its peak, the sky above them started to darken. Azazel's eyes gleamed with a fiery intensity as he began to channel his power, his body radiating a menacing aura. Rowena tensed, her grip on her weapons tightening as she watched Azazel with wary eyes.

Suddenly, the air crackled with electricity as Azazel unleashed a powerful bolt of lightning that streaked toward Rowena. She swiftly evaded the attack, spinning in mid-air and launching a barrage of ice spears at Azazel, who countered with a blast of wind that shattered the spears into a thousand shards.

The two combatants circled each other warily, each waiting for the other to make a move. Then, with a fierce roar, Azazel summoned a massive ring of crimson red flames that blazed with an infernal heat. The heat was so intense that Rowena could feel it even from her position in the sky.

Rowena gritted her teeth, calling forth all her strength and knowledge to counter Azazel's spell. She conjured a blizzard that raged across the sky, driving back the flames and engulfing Azazel in a tempest of ice and snow. The two opposing elements clashed violently, each trying to gain the upper hand.

The battle raged on, with both combatants unleashing spell after spell in a furious display of power. The sky above them was a chaotic dance of ice and fire, with the two opposing forces battling for dominance. As the battle reached its climax, the sky above them exploded in a dazzling display of light and sound, sending shockwaves through the air and shaking the very ground beneath them.

Suddenly, Azazel's muscles bulged as he summoned all his strength, ready to overpower Rowena. With a guttural growl, he charged at her and swung his scimitar with all his might. Rowena barely managed to block the attack with her chained blades, but the force of the blow sent her flying backward.

As Rowena staggered to regain her balance, Azazel took advantage of the opportunity and lunged forward, delivering a powerful punch straight to her chest. The impact was so strong that it dented her icy armor and sent her crashing down to the ground.

Rowena grunted in pain as she spat out a small amount of blood from her mouth. She struggled to get back up, but Azazel was relentless. He continued to attack her with a flurry of punches and kicks, each one stronger than the last.

Azazel grinned, bloodlust in his eyes as he looked at Rowena. "You may have some tricks up your sleeve, but in the end, brute strength will always triumph," he said, before unleashing a powerful blow with his scimitar that dented Rowena's armor and made her stagger back.

"You may be strong, demon, but you lack finesse and technique. It will be your downfall," Rowena replied coldly, her lips curling in a sneer.

Azazel just laughed at her words, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. "Finesse and technique are overrated. Brute strength and raw power are all that matter in the end. Just look at the undead crawling through the barrier. It's only a matter of time before they reach that precious castle," he taunted, snickering as he watched Rowena's face contort with anger.

"Your arrogance will be your downfall, Azazel," Rowena hissed before launching into another round of spells and attacks.

Gaya and Xanali's battle was just as intense as Rowena and Azazel's. The two Nagas clashed their weapons, causing shockwaves that shook the earth and created fissures in the ground.

Meanwhile, the Nagaland soldiers were locked in combat with the Dark Lord's army. Despite being outnumbered, the Nagaland soldiers were able to hold their ground thanks to their King Castien joining the battle. The sight of their king fighting alongside them gave them a much-needed morale boost, and they fought with renewed determination.

However, their morale began to waver as they saw the undead break through the barrier around the castle. The soldiers could see the horde of undead crawling through the cracks in the barrier, and they knew that it was only a matter of time before the undead reached the castle. Fear and desperation spread among the soldiers as they realized their fight may have been for naught.

As the undead successfully crawled through the castle barrier, Gaya felt a surge of adrenaline rush through her veins. With fierce determination, she launched herself at Xanali, relentlessly attacking her with swift punches and kicks. Xanali, despite her armor, was starting to feel the toll of the long battle, and her movements became increasingly sluggish and sloppy. Gaya's years of intense training and real battle experience allowed her to move with deadly grace and power. She began to land a barrage of punches and kicks, each one hitting with bone-shattering force. With a final flourish, Gaya fired an arrow that hit Xanali's sword, knocking it out of her hand and leaving her completely vulnerable.

With a powerful strike to Xanali's chest, Gaya sent her sister hurtling to the ground, crashing onto a pile of rubble. Gaya wiped the trickle of blood from her mouth and cracked her neck, determined to finish the fight. But when Castien saw Xanali's vulnerable state, he sprinted towards her, throwing himself in front of her to shield her from Gaya's wrath. The battle between Gaya and Castien was now set to begin, but for a moment, both sides paused, locked in a tense stare-down.

Gaya came to an abrupt stop, and the sound of her footsteps echoed in the silence. She landed on the ground with a thud as Xanali struggled to pick herself up, coughing up blood.

Castien's voice cut through the silence like a knife, "Gaya, stop this madness. She is your sister!"

Gaya's expression turned cold, and she slowly turned to face Castien. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but she is not my sister. And you, you were never my father," she spat out the words, slowly and menacingly walking towards Castien.

Gaya's eyes narrowed as she slowly approached Castien. "It's a mystery to me how you can expect me to listen to you after all you've done," she snarled. "Let me remind you of your sins. You ignored me after my mother's death, married another woman, and gave her all your love, driving our kingdom into debt. You chose Xanali as queen instead of me, the rightful heir. You broke my meridians with your own hands, threw me into a dungeon, and left me to die. Do you honestly expect me to forgive and forget after everything you've done?"

Castien stepped forward, holding his hands up in a defensive manner. "Gaya, I know I have wronged you in many ways, but please, hear me out. The circumstances were not in my control. I had to make difficult choices for the sake of the kingdom."

As he spoke, Gaya's eyes narrowed, and her grip on the sword tightened. She failed to notice a strange, split-second glow in Castien's eyes, which quickly disappeared.

"You talk about difficult choices," Gaya spat, "but you never chose me. You never gave me a chance. You let me suffer and rot in that dungeon. And now, you expect me to forgive you? To trust you?"

Castien's eyes softened as he took a step forward. "Please, Gaya, you are my daughter. My blood. And I love you."

But Gaya shook her head and stepped back. "You are not my father, Castien. I mean, you are literally not my father,"

Castien's eyes flickered once again, but Gaya was too caught up in her rage to notice.

Gaya's voice echoed through the ruined buildings as she snickered, "You never batted an eye when you broke my meridians. Now let's see if you react the same when I break hers." Castien stood in shock, unable to comprehend the gravity of Gaya's words, as she effortlessly sent him flying with a punch to his face.

Xanali trembled in fear at the sound of Gaya's words and began to crawl backward, trying to distance herself. But Gaya was swift, and in a matter of seconds, she had grabbed Xanali by the neck and lifted her from the rubble.

Gaya's grip on Xanali's neck tightened, cutting off her air supply. The younger sister gasped and struggled for breath as Gaya lifted her off the ground effortlessly. Castien's eyes widened in horror, and for a split second, they glowed white.

"Please, Gaya, don't do this," Xanali pleaded weakly. Her body was trembling with fear and pain, and her voice was barely above a whisper.

Ignoring Xanali's plea, Gaya tightened her grip even more, causing Xanali to choke and wheeze. "I warned you not to fight me again," Gaya growled, her voice full of malice. "But you never learn, do you?"

As Xanali's face turned blue and her struggles weakened, Castien stuttered in horror. "Gaya, stop! What are you doing?!"

Before Castien could do anything to intervene, Gaya delivered a series of rapid punches to Xanali's stomach, shoulders, and forehead. The sickening sound of bones breaking echoed through the air, and blood sprayed from Xanali's mouth and eyes. Xanali's screams of agony filled the air as her cultivation level plummeted rapidly.

Castien shouted helplessly, tears streaming down his face. "No! Xanali! How could you do this, Gaya? You're a monster!"

The Forbidden Move taught to Nagas was one of the most gruesome ways to break someone's meridians. It was a vicious attack that could cause irreversible damage to the victim's cultivation level, and it was considered an act of cruelty even in the world of cultivation. The sight of Xanali's broken body and Castien's despair made the soldiers lose all hope. The battlefield had become a living nightmare.