The attack was too sudden, so sudden that even the bizarre entity was caught completely off guard. With this strike, the strange figure seemed to suffer a massive impact, and the surrounding space abruptly caved in after the blow, creating void distortions...

"Ugh..."

With a wretched howl, the bizarre entity's solidified body instantly shattered, dissolving into countless fragments of dark energy that scattered in the void, only to reform into its original shape in a brief moment.

In the distant sky, the high-speed shuttle rushing toward the battlefield encountered intense air currents. It was only a matter of minutes before it would reach the battle's center, yet who could have imagined that even from hundreds of kilometers away, the aftermath of their clash could still be felt. Such a spectacle was unimaginable; being present at the scene must be overwhelmingly breathtaking.

However, for now, the passengers aboard the shuttle could only rely on their imaginations to picture what was unfolding here. After all, they had no idea what could have triggered such an enormous outburst of energy.

"So, it's still not enough..."

Feng Yi lowered his head, staring at his hands—both familiar and foreign—and feeling the ever-dwindling reserves of mental power within his mind. He murmured a quiet sigh.

"I must admit, that last attack wasn't bad at all. Feng Yi, your tactical intelligence truly sets you apart from that garbage," the bizarre entity remarked approvingly, as if deliberately cooperating with Feng Yi's words.

"Garbage...?"

Feng Yi hesitated slightly upon hearing this.

"Yes, your so-called former companions. I encountered them once, you know. You can imagine the result. Battling them had none of the thrill or challenge I feel when fighting you," the bizarre entity said, its tone suddenly shifting. "But when all's said and done, you're no different from them—just another hopeless idiot. Knowing it's a dead end, why continue chasing death?"

Feng Yi fell silent for a long moment before replying, "What you said isn't entirely wrong. But that is humanity. Giving everything to protect what we hold dear—isn't that the most valuable quality of being human?"

"For a few, perhaps, that's true. But Feng Yi... I can't help but feel pity for you. Humans are inherently selfish. They live for themselves. They are weak and cowardly. Unlike you, they are not resilient. You were never meant to bear this responsibility. But enough of this, let's return to our battle! Although, in the end, even if I stood still and allowed you to strike, you still wouldn't outlast me."

The bizarre entity's words plunged Feng Yi into another bout of silence... He couldn't deny that it wasn't speaking some truths. In fact, everything it said was accurate. Even if it didn't retaliate and allowed him free reign, he would eventually collapse before it did.

For every attack he landed on the bizarre entity, he himself would expend a portion of his energy, canceling each other out. The difference lay in the fact that the bizarre entity was nearly immune to physical damage. It was never born through physical means in the first place; its physical form was merely a manifestation forced upon it by the universal rules of their domain, compelling it to exist in physical form in this space.

However, as the bizarre entity continued to grow, Feng Yi believed that one day it would shed this limitation and possess the power to oppose the fundamental laws of this universe, finally restoring its original form.

When that day arrived, perhaps only the Third Rhythm could suppress it. But this was merely Feng Yi's conjecture; maybe by the time that moment came, even the Third Rhythm would prove futile. After all, the third-law principle resided in a probabilistic space and wasn't entirely confined to the rules of the current universe. The intricacies of this matter left Feng Yi with nothing but educated guesses.

In other words, at present, the Third Rhythm was ineffective against the bizarre entity since its current form was already its true form. However, the moment it achieved its original form, even discussing whether it could be suppressed would be irrelevant. By then, Feng Yi might no longer be alive, as his time was limited to a mere thirty days.

Up until now, three days had already passed. Feng Yi didn't believe that he could break free from the chains imposed by Mo Ying and escape the confines of fate.

At least in this regard, he had not attained such profound understanding. What he could do was simply use the most foolish and clumsy methods to restrain the "bizarre entity," for at this moment, no resurrection seemed possible.

Or perhaps, the current Feng Yi no longer clung to life. He had cherished life and fought for it—but all of that was in the past. Life, after all, was something one only experienced once. When this body no longer belonged to him, when his soul, continually extinguishing itself, became fractured and incomplete, he was no longer the person he once was. Even though Feng Yi's will remained unchanged, what was lost could never be regained.

Based on his current mental power, over thirty percent had already been consumed. This meant that, in the span of a month, he had expended over ten days' worth of energy. Even if he were to cease all activity now, the maximum time he could cling to life in this world would barely reach twenty days.

But... apart from fighting, Feng Yi had no better alternative. His time was slipping away, and this bizarre entity was not like the opponents he had encountered in the past; it wouldn't grant him the luxury of time to formulate strategies.

Fortunately, purely in terms of combat ability, someone in the late stages of the Legendary Realm could barely suppress the bizarre entity, ensuring they wouldn't be rendered incapable of fighting. But it was only to a limited extent—for now, any injuries to his body or depletion of mental power represented an irreversible expenditure for Feng Yi, one that could not be replenished.

Thus, when the bizarre entity suggested continuing the battle, Feng Yi didn't attack immediately. Instead, he did his best to calm his thoughts, scrutinizing his opponent for weaknesses and ensuring that every ounce of mental power was used in the most optimal way. He aimed to exhaust the enemy as much as possible until the very last trace of his mental strength remained, at which point he would retreat without hesitation.

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