Here is the English translation for Chapter 186, formatted with clean prose, polished grammar, and an engaging narrative style tailored for Western fantasy readers, maintaining proper character consistency (including Barsha as a female squad leader):

186. The Combination of Barsha and Alicia

Lord Demon Shura was thoroughly baffled by the abrupt turn of events. Two of his most critical trump cards had been neutralized before they could exert any real influence on the battlefield. Initially, he had anticipated that deploying the reanimated vessels of two of the Three Legends would shatter the morale of the righteous sects instantly.

Instead, the psychological ploy had completely backfired. A pair of young female warriors had stepped forward, neutralizing the two legendary grandmasters he had so meticulously reconstructed.

Shura brought his hands together, expanding his sensory domain to locate the dark magic signatures embedded within the two reanimated vessels. If they were still within reach, he intended to unseal a spatial gateway to recall them to the main field. As his perception probed the atmospheric channels, he could still detect their faint, dormant cores—yet their signatures radiated from an entirely separate dimensional plane.

They were no longer present anywhere on the five continents. Were they trapped in the Second World? Was it possible that someone within the martial alliance possessed the high-tier spatial mechanics required to force targets across dimensional boundaries?

The uncertainty rankled the Demon Lord. He was forced to recognize that an unknown strategist operated within the orthodox ranks—a hidden figure who had systematically dismantled his grand designs from the shadows.

It began with the covert armaments trade engineered to strip the righteous sects of their military capability, exposed before it could take root. Then came his long-term infiltration using the Mondu operatives, designed to erode the academies from within—uncovered simultaneously across all five continents. Even his delicate Moon Blossom scheme, crafted to ignite bloody civil wars among the major sects, had been utterly thwarted.

Every single operation had been dismantled by a mysterious, unidentified force. Now, Shura felt the undeniable weight of a hidden, extraordinary presence guarding the martial world.

It was an undeniable reality. That same unknown force had likely engineered the demise of four of his Gatekeepers, wiping them out with tailored countermeasures before they could fulfill their mandates.

Shura felt his energetic link to the physical vessels of Yonan and Ganada growing faint. Severed by a spatial boundary, the two reanimated saints were locked in combat with those young women—and returning them to the physical plane would be virtually impossible.

"All divisions! Advance and slaughter every last one of them!"

Shura’s patience was entirely exhausted. With his two primary aces off the board, he was left with no choice but to unleash the eight remaining Annihilation Demons and hurl his entire host into a direct, brutal assault.

He would see for himself if the defenders could maintain their composure once his main legions descended upon them. At his command, the supreme warlords unsealed their dark cores, leaping into the sky alongside an endless tide of dark operatives.

The martial alliance stood firm. With the terrifying presence of the two reanimated legends removed from the main line, the defenders regained their composure, focusing their full concentration on the approaching dark army.

The two massive hosts collided with catastrophic force. Shockwaves detonated across the plain as high-density elemental spells, clashing armaments, and roaring aura fields met in open combat. It was an apocalyptic war of attrition where every cultivator understood the absolute reality before them: victory or total eradication, survival or death.

Meanwhile, Alicia materialised in a vast, unfamiliar realm—a sweeping expanse of emerald grasslands stretching as far as the eye could see beneath an unblemished sky. Yet directly before her, the reanimated vessel of her grandfather, Saint Yonan, was already dropping into a combat stance to resume his attack.

Where are we? Alicia wondered, her eyes scanning the horizon. Aji had mentioned that the spatial array would transport her and her grandfather's thrall to an isolated domain completely severed from the physical earth.

How did Aji forge a spatial portal to an untouched realm? she pondered. Was this the mythic Second World—an inverted dimension hidden from mortal perception?

Yonan’s thrall swept his dark staff in a wide arc, sending a towering wave of black wind surging forward like a roaring ocean swell. The tempest brimmed with volatile dark magic. Alicia drew her longsword, imbuing the steel with brilliant light mana.

Commanding multiple elemental disciplines, Alicia stomped her boot into the earth, raising a massive stone barrier that curved upward to absorb the dark kinetic wave. The opposing forces collided with a thunderous boom, the resulting shockwave shuddering through the soil and whipping up wild wind currents across the plain.

Before the dust could settle, Yonan’s thrall launched a relentless follow-up. Gathering high-voltage dark lightning, the thrall summoned rolling storm clouds directly above Alicia's position. Jagged black lightning bolts rained down upon her like a divine punishment.

Anticipating the vector, Alicia raised her blade, unleashing a violent cyclone that rose into the sky, tearing through the storm clouds and dispersing the dark lightning before it could strike.

She countered every high-tier spellwork with absolute precision. Facing her grandfather's reanimated vessel, Alicia truly comprehended the staggering parameters recorded in ancient history. Aji had warned her that a thrall reanimated through the Blood Supreme commanded the exact combat prowess the grandmaster possessed in life.

Can I truly overcome one of the legendary Three Legends?

Alicia cast her doubts aside. If Aji placed his absolute trust in her capabilities, that was all the validation she needed. Beyond that, it was her sacred duty to settle her family's legacy. She would not allow her ancestor's name to be tarnished by dark magic; here, in this isolated realm, she would defeat Yonan’s vessel and preserve her family's honor.

The tyrant Shura had defiled her grandfather's eternal sleep, forcing his body to draw blood against the very world he had sacrificed his life to save.

BOOOOOOM!

A catastrophic detonation shook the plain, its thunderous echo rolling across the grasslands. The blast had not originated from Yonan’s thrall; it came from kilometers away. In this isolated dimension, could that be the sound of Barsha engaging the vessel of Saint Ganada?

It was entirely possible. The spatial arrays had deployed in rapid succession, transferring Barsha and Ganada's thrall just moments before her own relocation. They had likely been routed to different sectors of the same pocket realm.

WOOOOOSH!

Yonan’s thrall lunged once more, driving a lance of condensed dark lightning toward her heart. Alicia parried the strike with a sweeping light slash from her longsword, deflecting the dark energy into the earth.

Recognizing that she needed to break the thrall's offensive rhythm, Alicia resolved to merge their battles and verify Barsha's condition. In this closed dimension, there was no exit array—Yonan's thrall was trapped here just as she was.

She didn't need to worry about the thrall escaping to the physical plane. Unsealing her internal reserves, a glowing elemental crest materialized on Alicia's forehead, burning like a brilliant flame. Channeling high-density fire mana into the soil, she summoned a pillar of roaring flames that erupted directly beneath Yonan’s feet, enveloping his frame in a searing inferno.

BRUUUUUSH!

The hellfire consumed everything within its radius. Alicia knew a simple elemental burst wouldn't destroy a reanimated saint, but it bought her the window she needed. Leaping into the air, she deployed wind mana to fly toward the distant energetic shockwave.

Behind her, the inferno was abruptly extinguished as Yonan’s thrall wrapped itself in a dense shell of dark magic. Unharmed, the thrall surged into the sky, pursuing her at absolute velocity.

Sensing the dark signature closing in from behind, Alicia amplified her flight speed. The energetic detonations grew louder, drawing near after a five-kilometer sprint. Crossing over a low ridge into a open basin, she spotted two high-tier entities locked in a devastating clash.

Their kinetic collisions fractured the terrain, reducing adjacent hills to fine dust. As she drew closer, Alicia confirmed her suspicion: Barsha was engaged in a high-speed duel against the reanimated husk of her grandfather, Saint Ganada.

Barsha picked up Alicia's incoming presence instantly. Aji’s tactical directive had been absolute: the two of them had to combine their unique disciplines to overcome the reanimated vessels of their respective grandfathers.

Aji had engineered this scenario to push both women past their absolute limits, forcing them to transcend the legendary parameters of the ancient saints. In this isolated pocket dimension, they had no external reinforcements or alliance armies to rely on—only each other.

"Barsha! Are you ready?!" Alicia called out from above.

Barsha offered a firm nod as Alicia hovered in the sky, a magnificent pair of spectral mana wings expanding from her back. Alicia had unsealed her spiritual circles, rapidly assimilating the ambient natural mana of the pocket realm.

Following her lead, Barsha disengaged from Ganada’s high-speed dagger flurry, vaulting into the air beside Alicia. Unsealing all eight of her internal spiritual circles, Barsha absorbed vast volumes of natural mana, preparing to execute a high-yield combination attack.

The reanimated husks of Ganada and Yonan surged upward from opposing vectors, closing in on the two women simultaneously. Barsha exchanged a swift glance with Alicia. A square geometric crest illuminated on Barsha's forehead—the mark of an assassin unsealing absolute velocity and lethal kinetic output. Crackling lightning runes ignited along her arms and legs.

Positioned back-to-back with Barsha, Alicia raised her sword. A quad-elemental crest blazed upon her forehead, merging four natural elements into a harmonious aura field. Eight massive spectral wings of pure elemental mana unfolded from her back, radiating incandescent light.

The two reanimated legends closed the distance, their dark weapons raised for an execution strike. Just as they reached striking range, Barsha vanished into thin air.

Full Ghost Speed!

With Barsha disengaging, Alicia executed a rapid aerial spin. Her eight massive mana wings rotated in unison, creating a high-density kinetic vortex that generated a powerful gravitational pull, drawing everything in the surrounding sky toward its center.

Caught in the irresistible gravitational field of Alicia's ultimate domain, the husks of Yonan and Ganada were swept into the swirling vortex, pulled directly toward Alicia.

BOOM!

Alicia’s spinning wings detonated into a lattice of high-density energy chains, wrapping around both reanimated legends and binding their limbs in an impenetrable kinetic trap. Hovering high above, Alicia strained her core to maintain the binding array, holding both thralls motionless as they thrashed against the light chains.

"Now, Barsha! I can't hold them for long!"

kilometers away, Barsha received the signal. Surging through the atmosphere at absolute, sound-shattering velocity, her dual daggers blazed with lethal kinetic aura, prepared to deliver the final, destructive strike.

"HAAAAAAA!"