She set foot on this path, heading towards the Gelin.
...
[Almost there.]
The voice of Uvie Muzhe sounded in Rogel’s ear.
Rogel stood up and exhaled.
Then, he ran towards the back.
Uvie Muzhe was a bit stunned by this situation.
[What are you doing?]
Is he trying to escape?
What’s wrong with this guy? He looked determined just a mont ago, and now he suddenly turns and runs away?
Uvie Muzhe was full of question marks.
[I’m going to make so preparations.]
Rogel replied casually.
Of course, he was planning to go up and save at the cave.
Otherwise, if he died, he would have to repeat the long process again.
[...]
Uvie Muzhe wasn’t quite sure of his thoughts.
After a while, Rogel finally ca before the Lock of the Burning Furnace again.
[It’s ti to start.]
Rogel said, taking out various potions and placing those that might be used in the slots, beginning his preparations.
[Once you’re ready, I’ll use my power to extract those two items.]
[In the process, the demigod will surely be enraged, and its gaze will fall upon you in an instant.]
[It’s best to use that thing in advance.]
[This timing is difficult to grasp.]
[Too soon and I won’t retrieve the items; too late and you’ll die without a trace.]
[Rogel... you only have one chance.]
[Are you sure you want to do this?]
The gravity in Uvie Muzhe’s voice served as another reminder.
Rogel didn’t speak, just nodded.
Uvie Muzhe, of course, didn’t know he could save and reload; no one else knew about this.
From Uvie Muzhe’s perspective, he indeed had only one chance and failure would an certain death here.
Yet he chose to help anyway.
From this angle, Rogel was very grateful to Uvie Muzhe.
[You consud Exotic Raisins, significantly increasing your Spiritual Value recovery rate.]
[You drank the Wandering Spirit Potion, temporarily entering the Wandering Spirit state.]
[You activated the special effect of the Ancient Demon Pattern Cloak.]
[...]
Rogel began applying buffs.
To be cautious, he even used the Exotic Raisins with side effects.
Any increased chance of success is a victory.
At this mont, the Lock of the Burning Furnace lay motionless, presenting a dead form before Rogel’s eyes.
It showed no sign of life, like a corpse.
But only Rogel knew, it was still alive.
It was waiting, waiting to deliver a fatal blow to such a "thief."
"Hoo... do it!"
Switching to True Perspective, Rogel said in his mind.
With his words barely finished.
Uvie Muzhe didn’t respond, directly displaying his strength.
The patterns carrying ancient mysterious power suddenly spread from Rogel and rapidly extended towards the Lock of the Burning Furnace.
In short ti, the purple-black Power of Illusion had already spread throughout the nearby space.
It had even touched the demigod body of the Lock of the Burning Furnace.
Yet, even so, it still did not react.
At this mont, around Rogel, in every corner upon which his eyes fell, were filled with the power of the Illusory Black Stone.
Uvie Muzhe’s power also enveloped the Demigod Embers and Molten Core, about to reach them.
"Rogel, get ready, I won’t be able to remind you next."
"I will temporarily put away these two items, then you need to take away quickly, or we’re done for."
"And the most crucial point... after it wakes up, you absolutely must not look directly at it!"
Uvie Muzhe said solemnly.
A demigod you can’t look at directly...
"I understand..."
Rogel kept his eyes fixed without blinking.
"It’s starting."
The voice of Uvie Muzhe fell.
The next mont, without warning!
The illusory power suddenly contracted, like a tightly clenched fist, instantly wrapping around the two items.
At the sa ti, a strange and overwhelmingly intense aura exploded, making one stifled.
This invisible aura lacked consciousness, yet in an instant, it captured everything in its gaze.
The suffocating feeling of being choked, as if life was about to co to a halt, followed closely behind.
The next second, that gigantic figure slowly opened its eyes.
Rogel’s pupils constricted, and he closed his eyes without hesitation.
At this mont, the endless burning, like the frenzied devils in hell, countless scorching hands of devils clawed at Rogel’s senses, trying to drag him into infinite pain.
This extre horror made him instinctively want to kneel with his eyes closed, his body unable to respond to commands.
In the ga, it manifested as a continuous stream of red alerts!
[You are facing a presence far beyond your tier, and under the influence of a Demigod Body, your body is suppressed and greatly reduced.]
[You are facing a presence far beyond your tier, and under the influence of a Demigod Body, your spirit is suppressed and greatly reduced.]
[You are forced out of the Fogging state!]
[...]
All Attributes are suppressed from every angle!
It’s extrely suffocating!
This is pure Tier Power!
It seems that it hasn’t even paid full attention to Rogel with its eyes fully opened.
The Black Fog Traits of the Lava Rock Prison are no obstacle for it!
Surely the source of the Black Fog Traits is perhaps these two demigods; their might is enough to suppress such negative effects!
And it’s not over yet.
[You are facing a presence far beyond your tier, and under the influence of a Demigod Body, you are being corroded!]
[Burning Madness Progress: 33%.....]
[Self-dissolution Progress: 33%.....]
[Spirit Annihilation Progress: 33%.....]
[...]
Countless negative statuses are crashing down like raindrops in a storm.
The scarlet prompt bar hasn’t stopped even for a mont.
But Rogel couldn’t care less anymore at this mont.
To ensure control over the action, he was amidst it using True Perspective.
He clearly sensed his body starting to dissolve.
The erosion speed is too fast!
He won’t be able to hold on!
"Hurry!"
At this mont, a voice echoed from deep within him.
Rogel used the Cave Key without any hesitation.
However, ti seed a bit late.
With a swish, Rogel felt the pressure around him lessen sharply.
He opened his eyes and saw the familiar cave surroundings.
But soon, his body suddenly fell backward.
[You suffered erosion and pollution, falling into endless pain.]
[You died.]
...
A step too late!
Rogel furrowed his brows tightly.
Even though he returned to the cave at the last mont, the negative effects brought by the demigod had already taken effect on him; he had no way to remove them.
To avoid death, he had to advance timing just a bit.
Anticipation!
But not too fast either, otherwise, he wouldn’t get the items from Uvie Muzhe.
"Let’s start."
Rogel took a deep breath and attempted again.
The sa scene appeared once more.
The progress of countless negative effects surged rapidly again.
When Rogel felt the timing was nearly right, he confird the teleport ahead of ti.
His body began to blur.
anwhile, Uvie Muzhe’s voice also ca.
"Hurry!"
The timing... just right!
...
"Phew! Cough, cough... cough!"
"Ugh!"
Rogel had just taken a breath when he felt a bout of pain, coughing twice sharply before vomiting onto the ground.
The vomit flowed over the ground, most of it being the result of Rogel’s internal organs suffering from erosion and pollution.
In the black and red vomit, there were actually so wriggling blood-red lines, like parasites.
But soon, they disappeared.
The suffocating feeling from all directions vanished without a trace, and the sensation of almost being crushed into at paste also disappeared.
Its power indeed cannot extend here.
After spewing out those nauseating things, Rogel felt intense pain all over his body.
Looking at his current health bar, only about one-tenth was left.
"You, really have a big life."
Uvie Muzhe’s voice ca.
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