Without any warning, a chilling, pale fog arrived with the wind, filling every part of the space evenly, like countless ghastly hands, indiscriminately enveloping everyone.
A deep voice echoed in everyone’s ears, as if thousands of ghosts were rushing through the white fog, whispering to each other.
"Don’t stop!"
Canary’s shout ended the eerie silence; even with the loss of visual targets, she could still sense Bai Ou’s intense Ether reaction through the dense fog, and she believed Bologue could do the sa.
The surging steel paused for a mont, then crashed towards the enemies behind the fog at an even faster speed. Bologue clenched his fist, as sinister silhouettes rolled ceaselessly behind the dense fog.
Like a giant snake devouring humans in a horror movie, the contours of the shadows were sharp and clear, continually intertwining and swallowing, with mad laughter and the sound of flesh being crushed and fragnted, mixed with a sticky, wet noise, spreading a sickening scent outward, with tendrils of blood spraying from behind the fog as if a brutal butcher were violently processing his prey.
Another sharp resonance joined the battlefield, Bologue knew soone was wielding a long knife, coming with a chilling killing intent, followed by increasingly chaotic noise, as if not just one person arrived, but a whole legion, with the sound of tal clashing filling the ruins.
Wisps of white fog solidified behind Bologue, gradually piecing together a vague human shape, followed by Hert’s visage erging from within it. He only solidified half his body and right arm, but that was enough.
A cold-glittering long knife hung above Bologue’s head; just as Hert was about to interrupt Bologue’s Secret Energy and behead him, the white fog was disturbed, as if countless poisonous bees were rapidly approaching, carrying incessant buzzing noise.
"Collision in crisis!"
Palr’s eyes flashed with strong light. Storm Feather struck Hert’s knife first, skewing its descending trajectory, followed by more flying knives speeding forward.
Hert could only etherealize again, then a tallic downpour grazed past him, nailing a crowded dent pattern behind Bologue.
"In this deadly minute, it’s truly great to see you again, partner!"
Palr ant it sincerely; upon seeing Bologue, he felt his mind liberated instantly.
Bologue wasn’t in the mood to chat with Palr about the thrilling experiences along the way. He strode forward through the fog, as snakes had completely entwined Bai Ou, snapping his bones and shredding his organs.
Bai Ou was completely encased in steel, like a bottomless sack of blood, continuously bleeding through gaps between the snakes and scales, dripping onto the ground.
Bologue knew Bai Ou would soon resurrect. His gaze shifted to the other end of the fog, where Canary’s Ether reaction kept rising.
Clearly, the poet from the Unfettered Poetry Society intended to hunt Bai Ou, as shown through their complex conversations, indicating a very tangled past.
This was not a good ti to resolve historical issues. Bologue was fully occupied with thoughts on how to thoroughly sealing Bai Ou.
Now Bologue missed Yas. If his Violence Suppression Action Group were present, the job would be much simpler, with Ethereal Prohibition and Ethereal Silence perfectly creating an Ether vacuum environnt, sealing Bai Ou’s Ether in one go; with such conditions, even with perfect power circulation, Bai Ou would remain just a mass of indestructible flesh.
Canary quickly approached, still wearing the evening gown. For ease of movent, the dress was now torn and ragged, exposing large swaths of skin, like a seductive rmaid erging from the water, but without charm.
It was solely aid at Bai Ou, filled with undisguised hatred and murderous intent.
Complex, ticulous light inscriptions etched on Canary’s skin, alongside another layer of glowing patterns intertwined. Beneath the gown was a bodysuit akin to Aimou’s Second Skin, and she wore Light Forged armor, like a Valkyrie descending on a mission of punishnt.
The Thousand Jin Power descended.
It seed like a colossal yet invisible hydraulic press relentlessly dropped its hydraulic plates, and the Iron Coffin that Bologue had sealed was instantly crushed by great force, piercing through the deck layer, falling to the next level.
The ground rippled like raindrops hitting the water’s surface; under the effect of Secret Energy·Thousand Jins, the Iron Coffin touched the Void Domain Protection of Paradise’s core region.
After the surprise attack and encirclent, they temporarily controlled Bai Ou, while intense sharp screeches echoed in the fog.
Hert swung his knife.
Despite technological gaps in Alchemy Matrix Technology, Hert was in the Third Stage as a Negative Power User, yet the strength of his Secret Energy was still inferior to major forces like the Order Bureau at the sa tier.
However, Hert didn’t feel fear; rather, he believed that diligent effort could erase this disparity, as a once diligent warrior among the citizens of the Tide, having been selected into the Angry Tide Guard’s reserve when young, facing the Angry Sea when peers were still practicing sword swings.
Ethereal Amplification, Etherealization, Secret Energy·Fog Kill.
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