At that moment, the world suddenly darkened. Edward Carter then realized that the torrential rain had already extinguished the largest blaze in front of the wooden platform. As the fire was abruptly snuffed out, the valley plunged into darkness. Before Edward Carter's eyes, only two shadows of his opponents remained. His heart stirred, and he silently sidestepped three paces to the side. Suddenly, the wind howled overhead, with the faint sound of metal blades slicing through the air. Just then, a bolt of lightning split the sky, illuminating the surroundings. Both of the Heavenly Kings were seasoned veterans; seeing the flames go out, they relied on their familiarity with the terrain and, guided by instinct, simultaneously charged toward Edward Carter. But as the lightning flashed, they realized that Edward Carter had already vanished, leaving them utterly stunned.

Suddenly, a thunderous shout rang out—"Demon, meet your end!" George Washington sensed a gust of wind rushing at his side. He let out a loud roar, bringing both maces down together, striking at the oncoming wind. There was a loud bang, sparks flying everywhere. George Washington saw a single saber fall, and was shocked. Before he could make another move, a fist rapidly enlarged before his eyes and struck him hard in the face. George Washington let out a miserable scream, flying out like a kite with a broken string. When he hit the ground, he twisted twice and then lay still.

It turned out that Edward Carter's punch was extremely fierce, like an iron hammer. Not only did it smash George Washington's face, but it also broke his neck. Having succeeded in one blow, Edward Carter quickly grabbed one of his opponent's iron maces and retreated swiftly. Earlier, he had picked up the saber and thrown it to lure the enemy, then, taking advantage of George Washington's exhausted moves, killed him in a single strike. With his rich combat experience, Edward Carter knew he was outnumbered and could only look for opportunities to eliminate Abraham Lincoln's supporters.

With George Washington dead, President Franklin was not frightened but enraged. Shouting, he charged toward Edward Carter, shaking his long umbrella and stabbing several times, all missing their mark. Unable to detect his opponent's movements, President Franklin was filled with grief and anger, shouting loudly, "Come out and face me!" At that moment, another bolt of lightning lit up the sky, and President Franklin suddenly discovered that Edward Carter was several yards to his left. With a loud yell, he rushed over.

After the lightning faded, darkness returned, so deep that one could not see their own hand. Seeing President Franklin charging, Edward Carter sidestepped several times. He had already noticed that Benjamin Franklin's long umbrella was extremely ingenious, far more than just a spear; if he engaged recklessly, he was not confident of victory. But just as Edward Carter dodged twice, he suddenly sensed a surge of danger. Without hesitation, he pushed off with his toes and leapt aside. A broad sword suddenly slashed down, nearly grazing Edward Carter's body. Had he been a step slower, he would have been cleaved in two. Edward Carter was secretly alarmed, realizing that President Jefferson had already reached the wooden platform. As the sword wind surged, Edward Carter, unsure of the situation, did not engage and instead moved sideways again.

Using the darkness to conceal his movements, Edward Carter moved as stealthily as a wildcat. Unexpectedly, as he took another step, there was a sudden crunch underfoot—it turned out he had retreated to the fragments of the golden Buddha. Despite the raging wind and rain, President Jefferson heard it clearly. With a sweep of his broad sword, he stabbed swiftly. Edward Carter retreated in haste, aiming to get off the platform as quickly as possible. His steps made crunching sounds along the way, but after only two steps, he suddenly felt something sharp stab into his waist. Startled, Edward Carter twisted his body, and with a tearing sound, a sharp object pierced his abdomen. With a fierce shout, Edward Carter smashed down with the iron mace. There was a cracking sound as the object broke, but a palm strike immediately followed, landing squarely on Edward Carter's chest.

The force of this palm was immense. Using the momentum, Edward Carter was sent flying off the wooden platform, landing on the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood. But he was even more shocked in his heart—where had such a formidable enemy come from? Earlier, by the light of the lightning, Edward Carter had already noticed that behind him were only the fragments of the golden Buddha, nothing else. Who would have thought someone could appear like a ghost and deal him such a heavy blow?

As Edward Carter rolled off the platform, a bolt of lightning struck down, revealing an extra person on the stage. This person wore a mask and had a beaming smile, looking just like a smaller version of Abraham Lincoln. Suddenly, Edward Carter realized that the one who had injured him was the elusive President Lincoln he had been searching for. Earlier, although Edward Carter had struck the golden Buddha with his saber, this person had most likely been hiding beneath the wooden platform, enduring in silence, and only at this critical moment delivered a fatal blow to Edward Carter.

As Edward Carter figured this out, he heard a sudden gust behind him. Someone pounced, slashing down with a saber. Edward Carter raised his mace to block, and with a clang, the iron mace fell to the ground—it turned out President Adams had seized the opportunity to attack. After being struck by a palm, Edward Carter's bones were nearly shattered, his arm weak and unable to withstand President Adams's blow. Lightning flashed again and again, illuminating the sky in bursts, making it impossible for Edward Carter to hide. He glanced sideways and saw the three on the platform had already leapt down. He cursed inwardly—could it be that after a lifetime of dominance, he was about to become a Buddha on the spot?

President Adams's saber struck like thunder, relentlessly pressing the attack. Edward Carter, unarmed, could only retreat again and again. Suddenly, someone charged in from the side and grabbed Edward Carter, letting out a strange, cackling laugh. President Adams was overjoyed, seeing that the person was dressed as an ordinary civilian—surely someone who had lost their mind and thus managed to grab Edward Carter. Severely wounded, Edward Carter could not break free. Without hesitation, President Adams slashed down, not caring if he cut the civilian in half.

As President Adams's saber fell, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. The Edward Carter who should have been unable to escape from the civilian's grasp suddenly slipped away. Just as he was about to pursue, the civilian flicked their wrist, and a flash of blue light shot from their sleeve, piercing President Adams's chest!