Bologue walked towards the man, originally thinking Bologue was going to end his suffering, but from Bologue, he felt a strange pull.
Protection·Soul Sucking and Essence Stealing.
Bologue extracted his last remaining Ether to replenish his own depletion, and then with a sword, he cut off his head amidst his wails, ending his pain.
With a somber gaze, Bologue had to leave here quickly. Once he fell here, the Decay Plague would continue to consu his flesh, indefinitely delaying his resurrection.
Bologue had to get the intelligence of the First Seat out of this place of death before everything beca irreversible.
"Help, hold on a little longer."
As Bologue spoke, he took out the Phantom Dagger, its blade edge already riddled with nicks and cracks, as the dagger had been through too many battles and was on the verge of collapse.
Summoning the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, he layered it over the dagger blade, like an additional coating, to protect it so it could endure the Decay Plague for a longer ti.
The glow of the Alchemy Matrix grew along Bologue’s arm, and with all his strength, under Ethereal Amplification, he threw the Phantom Dagger with force, while a large amount of Ether followed it, constructing a chain that was quickly devoured by the Decay Plague.
The figure twisted, displacing, as Bologue’s figure quickly ascended in the mist.
...
With a gust of wind reversing direction, accompanied by a fierce wind noise, Palr struggled to crawl out from the slowly collapsing crack, then lay on the ground, gasping for breath.
"Oh my God... oh my God..."
Palr gasped while exclaiming.
Following Bologue’s instructions, after killing Morrison, he imdiately set out to leave, but had not gone far when a heart-pounding wave emanated from deep underground.
Palr had been unlucky for a long ti and instinctively beca alert. He imdiately set off to leave quickly, then felt wave after wave of terrifying shock waves, as well as the outbreak of the Decay Plague.
At that mont, Palr truly felt that the Death God seed to be right in front of him, so close that he could almost hear the hoarse sound of his breathing.
Secret Energy·Furious Wind Pardon fully erupted, and Palr called upon the gale, flying straight toward the end of the rift, though he was fast, not faster than the outbreak of the Decay Plague.
Palr turned over with a wail, only to see the skin on the surface of his entire left arm completely rotted, blood-soaked.
When he noticed the lethal torrent, the deadly breath mixed with the Decay Plague had brushed past Palr’s arm. Fortunately, he quickly unleashed the power of Ether, which halted further erosion by the Decay Plague.
Just when Palr was in endless despair, thinking he was dood, he suddenly realized sothing.
The Decay Plague circulated through gas, and Palr happened to be able to control the gale. Even though so Ether would be consud by the Decay Plague, Palr could still stir up a regional gust to disperse the poisonous mist.
Using this series of ans, Palr crawled and rolled, struggling to escape the Great Rift and reach the surface above, where the concentration of the Decay Plague was lower, not imdiately fatal.
Feeling the burning pain on his body, Palr looked around, trying to find others, but under the influence of the grey haze mist, the world in Palr’s eyes turned completely dark, preventing him from seeing any light at all.
Regrettably, he was just a Prayer Believer. If Palr’s power were stronger, he thought he might be able to summon a storm to sweep away all the dust.
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Even in the face of the grey haze mist’s outburst, Red Dog remained with his disdainful deanor. He slowly raised his hand, feeling a chill enshrouding his body.
The surroundings grew darker, visibility continued to decrease until the scenery beca completely blurred.
In the darkness, many people grew increasingly anxious. It was unimaginable whether it was safe under such a sky.
Suddenly, the sounds of howling and screaming ca from the fog, those sounds appeared extraordinarily strange and hard to imagine, like the wailing of ghosts from Hell, making people feel their hearts turning upside down, and their expressions naturally tense.
Unable to see ahead, unable to hear the surroundings, not even hearing one’s own breathing.
The dull fog mixed with a bloody scent spread out, invading people’s minds, fear growing in the depths of their souls, causing a sudden dull ache during a breath.
Suddenly, as if an illusion, a figure appeared in the mist; however, this figure exuded a strange and terrifying aura, horrifying people, as if disturbed by sothing evil, then in the next second, the figure disappeared as if it had never appeared.
Looking towards the opposite side of the darkness, there rose a faint glowing green light, full of life force.
Following Lebius, Geoffrey, and others, with Aimou and Balder alongside carrying the Iron Coffin, Mamo’s eyes swirled with the glow of Ether, and the illusory great tree appeared behind him, its branches and leaves growing wildly as if to support the grey world.
As the grey haze mist erupted, Mamo unleashed his Secret Energy, the ancient, Seeker of Glory’s power erupted instantly, illusory trees entwining wildly, transforming into towering giant trees in the blink of an eye.
Others marveled at the greatness of this power.
In this world filled with decay and death, the giant tree’s roots penetrated deep into the dark soil, where peculiar branches and leaves grew.
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