rge into one!
In the deepest part of the workshop, the Corpse Bone Furnace shook violently, the flas rising, and in an instant, it drew away a third of all the spirit reserves and channeled it in!
The spirit far exceeded the load limit and, following the connection between the spiritual circuits and the Evil Hand, was infused into the armor, causing the alloy armor to turn red-hot in an instant.
It was like falling into Hell in an instant.
Or as if returning to my holand...
Ji Jue took a deep breath of the scorching air, savoring the blood and sulfur in it, and sighed in satisfaction.
"Finally... I can be serious!"
In that instant, ignoring the vortex of gravity, the Valkyrie's flash, and the spiritual bombardnt of the Crystal Giant, he once again reached out his hand.
Towards everything in front of him.
Thus, the rain of rcury in the sky suddenly paused!
As if ti had stopped, the landscape froze!
Changing gravity, the broken space, and even the brilliant spiritual arrows, all stagnated in the void, unable to move.
In that fleeting scene, there was nothing but dead silence in the hall beyond the simulation.
Sweat stread down his body.
It was hard to tell what kind of creation could produce such a terrifying effect?
The ti stop of the Gate of Eternity? The Static Zone of the Ruins? Tian Yuan's Condensation of the Universe? The Super Sensory Acceleration of the White Deer? Or perhaps the Zero Domain of entropy...
Or perhaps, sothing simpler...
From the scarlet rcury suspended in the void, countless immaterial silhouettes were reflected, invisible to the naked eye.
Hands! Hands! Hands! Hands! Hands! Hands! Hands! Hands!
At this mont, everything he saw was grasped by countless invisible and infinite hands!!!
"Is this... non-aggression?"
Gustav's expression froze for a mont, his downcast eyes lifted, unable to remain calm, and he suddenly realized: "No, it's not non-aggression, it's the workshop."
Or rather, this is part of what non-aggression should inherently possess...
Based on fluid alchemy, the foundation of the workshop was built; all asures and changes established, and the sole core could only be the existence of non-aggression!
Even without non-aggression, relying on the vast volu of the workshop and the massive consumption of spiritual reserves, Ji Jue still recreated its divine essence with his own hands!
The prosperity of all things was created by these hands.
Everything in the world was made by ten fingers.
As long as the ten fingers remain, what else cannot be recreated?
"Truly the inheritor of the Saint..."
In the deathly silence, he sighed quietly.
No need to look anymore.
The mont Ji Jue activated the workshop, everything was already settled.
When Ji Jue reached out his hand, everything was under his control. But when Ji Jue let go at this mont, all that had stopped resud, returning to the right path.
Returning, to the path he established!
At the core of the workshop, the lting Furnace shook violently, and in the short span of a finger snap, Ji Jue's spiritual reserves dropped another third!
Imdiately, the spiritual bombardnts roaring from the sky, and the saturation bombardnt released by the overloaded Crystal Giant, eerily changed direction, roaring towards the Shadow of the Throne like falling stars.
The violent gravitational vortex altered its direction, crashing towards the Crystal Giant's location.
And the Soul Hunter Knight that should have broken through the air, now appeared in the right hand of the armor, as if delivering himself.
Placing his neck in Ji Jue's palm.
Then, with the cold tightening of the five fingers, steel shattered, twisted, collapsed, and transford into a solid iron ball, propelled like a cannonball, smashing into another surviving Valhalla.
A large hole was torn open at the chest.
Two soul stones collided, shattered, and turned to dust.
Thunderous roars echoed continuously.
Among countless scattered rays of spiritual light, cracks appeared on the Shadow of the Throne, shadows dissipated, gradually breaking apart. And suddenly thrown into the gravitational vortex, the Crystal Giant, before it could shatter, helplessly reverted to spiritual form...
In front of Ji Jue!
He didn't even need to fully mobilize the power of the workshop as before. Ji Jue just waved his hand, and the falling rcury rain defied gravity, rising upwards.
Fluid alchemy reversed, solid alchemy reappeared!
In an instant, the Crystal Giant's main body was torn apart, forcibly extruding it from its spiritual form, its massive body already fractured and covered in cracks.
"Everything is right, but compared to the old masters, you're still way off."
Ji Jue lifted his foot, bidding farewell, "Keep practicing!"
Bang!
Under his stomp, the last core shattered like dust.
That's the first one!
Then, the steel giant looked back, its flaming eyes glancing at the remaining few entangled Soul Hunter Knights: "Jumping around, such a nuisance, where do these clowns co from?
In the end, such interference tools aren't suitable for attacking defenses, right?"
In that instant, countless hands reshaped it, spears rose from the ground, countless blades reappeared from the tallic storm, crisscrossing, piercing through the armor, forming a cage that trapped all resistance. Then, solid alchemy suppressed them, freezing them into perforated tal statues.
That's the second one!
Finally, the burning formidable armor raised its head, looking towards the remaining Shadow of the Throne.
Creations without fear or hesitation were riddled with cracks.
Yet the light in its eyes remained blazing, looking back at him, gravity reappearing only to dissipate shortly after. The scepter was raised again and again, but in vain!
On the body of the Shadow of the Throne, amidst countless fissures, scarlet rcury had already seeped in without notice. Like a living creature, the pervasive rcury infiltrated every small crack, entwining with the spiritual circuits, eroding, interfering, and blocking all functions.
The nurous tiny noise points ford by solid alchemy had already penetrated deep within.
No matter how it manipulated its power or used self-diagnosis and exclusion, it couldn't be cleared.
At this mont, the Shadow of the Throne trembled violently, but could only watch as Ji Jue stepped towards it, then reached out... and yanked the figure on the throne down.
"The era has changed, Your Majesty."
Ji Jue bent down and whispered softly in its ear, "Can you hear the people's song?"
Just like that, he humd the famous song from the Empire's revolution centuries ago, stepping on the puppet on the throne, and once again, drew his sword, lifting it high —
Strike!
Long live your sight!
With a crisp sound, a head flew up, rolled, and landed on the ground.
That's the third one!
Soon, the shadow image disintegrated rapidly like dust exposed to the sunlight.
Only the ornate chair forcibly sealed by solid alchemy remained.
"I said, what's wrong with letting sit for a mont?"
Ji Jue sat down unceremoniously.
He twisted his body, tal and shadows grinding together, making a sharp sound.
Just like that, he found a more comfortable position, crossed his legs, and looked at the scene he created with his own hands.
Scarlet rcury flowing like blood, scattered spiritual crystals, and fragnted struggling terrifying tal statues... truly a delightful, breathtaking sight!
Inside the workshop, beyond the simulation.
Nothing remained but dead silence.
For a long ti, no one spoke, only a soft sigh in the floating light.
"This chair won't do."
"Too hard..."
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