Bai Ou believed his Undying Body stemd from Belphegor’s Blessing. In retrospect, it made sense, since he carried Belphegor’s mark upon him; it’s no surprise Bai Ou had such a misconception.
Bologue pulled out the steel lodged in his body and flashed a disdainful smile at Bai Ou. The most troubleso threat on the battlefield was none other than Bai Ou, and Bologue feared Bai Ou might divert his attention to others. At least now, Bai Ou’s hatred was entirely focused on him, making it safer for everyone else.
Now it’s ti to find an opportunity.
Aimou hugged Bologue’s waist from behind, the two of them rged together again, as the Ether that arrived accelerated Bologue’s healing.
After consecutive battles, this area had completely turned into ruins, with bursts of water shooting from ruptured pipes and the sound of collapse echoing from above as another figure plumted to this level.
Geoffrey held his wound, his gaze tiredly surveying the battlefield. His role here was minimal at best, but he still ca, bringing another person with him.
"If we can’t kill them, your primal object will be gone too," Geoffrey threatened Duwa beside him. "I don’t know what you’re capable of... but you better be able to do sothing."
Duwa nodded vigorously, rings of light appearing on his eyeballs, analyzing the battlefield like an Alchemist... In fact, he didn’t even know his own capabilities, but like an innocent child, he’d do anything to prove his loyalty.
Bai Ou approached Bologue and Palr, the impact of Injury of Bliss washed over their nerves like venom, intensifying Bologue’s hallucinations, and even his mory began to shift forward—he no longer saw the brutal death of his friends, but sothing far distant and tender.
Bologue saw the vast scorched earth, and saw those familiar faces beco steaming corpses tumbling beside him...
Bai Ou desecrated Bologue’s mories.
Bologue warned in a low voice, "Move away, Palr."
Palr was unclear about what Bologue saw in his illusions, but he sensed sothing was amiss with his partner. He endured the pain and decisively moved aside as Bai Ou charged towards Bologue, rolling hotly with Ether like a plumting sun.
Bologue raised his quivering hand, until his outstretched palm overlapped with Bai Ou’s silhouette.
Clenched fist tightly.
In an instant, the clamorous world fell silent, as if all resounding lodies were swallowed by a bottomless abyss, everything froze in a soundless vacuum—the scattered tal shards, the falling threads of blood, the drifting smoke—all suspended like a still-fra...
Seconds later, the cacophony returned with a roar, as if erging from underwater to hear the symphony of storms, breaking and accelerating the stagnant freeze. Then, the entire vessel began collapsing inward from Bai Ou as the focal point, with countless serpentine tal brambles rushing forward.
In this apocalyptic collapse, even the immutable ground seed to teeter, the Ether filling the tal started to disperse, and the hidden mbers of the Zongge Orchestra successfully broke into the core Void Realm, sprawling cracks covered the ground.
The entire battlefield began to collapse to the next level, amidst the booming destruction, the indestructible structure of the ship started to crumble, with frigid turbulent seas flooding the chambers, carrying sharp tal fragnts.
The layers of intertwining brambles tore Bai Ou’s body into countless fragnts, like a hunting falcon grabbing its prey and tossing it into high air, then a rainstorm of blood strands fell, staining the incoming seawater red.
The blood-red torrent engulfed everyone, Duwa’s figure floated up and down in the seawater, struggling to surface, he excitedly shouted.
"I can see it!" Duwa tried to wave to the others, "I know how to kill him!"
It seed no one heard his voice, as everyone appeared to be captured by death, incessantly rising and sinking in the vortex.
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