Thousands of times the gravitational flow exploded thunderously, completely engulfing the two dumbfounded people in a daze. They collapsed instantly, without any chance to fight back, ground into a mix of blood and mud before they could react.

The damage to the Puppet and the incarnation was secondary; what followed immediately was the eruption of black lines.

Piercing, entangling, ravaging, tearing.

Piercing screams and shouts echoed from the ground and sky, a soul injury!

The clouds in the sky gathered again, barely forming a human shape. Meanwhile, several people in Changle's team suddenly convulsed, quickly turning into Puppets, speaking with completely different voices, as if a confusion had arisen.

Soon, the Puppets glanced at each other, ruthlessly slaughtered amongst themselves, and in a flash, only one remained, with Changle's consciousness finally gathering again.

He didn't even have time to catch his breath...

The violent telekinesis from the Dark Tower surged again, crushing all obstacles with unstoppable force and delivering absolute punishment.

In the sky above, the sound of cracking battle ships was heard, with rips appearing constantly on the sails.

Unable to hold on.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha!"

Countless locusts coalesced into the shape of a Slaughter victim, as Su Xiano laughed uproariously, uncontrollably: "A bunch of damn nobodies thinking of mingling in the temple, without realizing if they'd even be acknowledged, hahahaha!

Old dog? Old dog speak up! Why aren't you saying anything, old dog?"

An Guo was impotently furious, unable to make a sound, forced to stabilize his avatar, barely withstanding the telekinetic force from the high tower.

Soon though, the telekinetic force dissipated like a receding tide, vanishing without a trace.

Just as everyone sighed in relief, they saw the Fiery Eye atop the tower rise once more.

Overlooking the entire Crack Realm.

The pupil rapidly split, simultaneously looking in all directions.

At that moment, every intruder was completely locked on!

Next, endless black lines surged forth, ascending into the sky like an oppressive black cloud, spreading, then fell again, stabbing at each intruder like a bone-eating festering wound.

The first to bear the brunt was Su Xiano, who had just been watching the fun!

What's so funny?

Sooner or later, you'll get slapped too, right?

You first, die for me!

"Damn..."

Su Xiano's expression was momentarily shocked; he couldn't even finish cursing before being instantly engulfed by the black cloud. But soon, he unleashed his power, cutting one black line after another, his body suddenly cracking and dispersing, countless locusts rising and flying in all directions, narrowly escaping the terrifying pursuit.

At this moment, hiding in the ruins, he bewilderedly looked up to see black lines writhing, stained with fresh blood, one screaming figure after another struggling, pulled upwards, quickly withering and shattering, leaving only struggling shadows.

On the Dark Tower, countless new faces adorned its surface.

The entire Crack Realm seemed transformed into a living Hell under the shrouding and piercing black lines, chaos everywhere, leaving everyone too busy to attend to anything else.

Su Xiano's expression twitched, then twitched again, feeling a chilling dread.

Something was increasingly amiss, the waters in this pit were deeper than he thought, why would those Blood Eye guys be so kind to help him get rich?

If he didn't leave soon, he might not have any...

Well, indeed there was no chance.

In that instant, he realized that the black lines extending from the stone slabs beneath his feet had silently wrapped around his legs.

And more of them had already blocked all the exits.

Su Xiano roared, blood fire surged, his body swelled again.

Using the same trick.

A strange, half-transparent blade appeared in his hand, slashing out, cutting the entangling black lines, rising again, expanding, transforming into countless locusts, trying to leave the Crack Realm.

But just as his transformation was about to occur, without any warning, a Spiritual Blade manifested in the clusters of black lines, piercing straight through his body!

Cun Jun!

The rapid flow and shaping of spiritual essence, like a bolt of lightning.

Even before realizing it, it pierced through his shell, a flood of spiritual energy formed from despair and madness erupted silently from the point of penetration, sweeping like a Fierce Flame, eroding, transforming, like a stone caught in the gears, interrupting the transformation of his rebirth form.

Causing his movements to pause for a moment.

Then another hand appeared from within the black lines, brandishing a strange crimson sword, with two odd emblems on the blade's spine, thrust into his heart in that instant!

Pan Ying!

At the same time the same-blooded blaze erupted, it merged into his body, and abruptly, the two Sacrificial Masters' emblems on the blade's spine lit up, the scars and Fungus Group's Inheritance Burnt Offering operated, brutally devouring Su Xiano's spiritual essence, leaving incurable wounds and Ferocious poison spread like mold and decay!

In that moment of shock, the familiar yet eerie sensation made him suddenly remember a past enemy—Pacquiao!

Could it be that Pacquiao that bastard was ambushing him?

No, wasn't Pacquiao already...

...dead?

Just as this thought surfaced, darkness fell before his eyes, as a third intangible Spiritual Hand appeared out of nowhere before him, pressing against his face.

Then came the long-awaited Dissociation Technique.

Jing Zhen!

The agility of Cun Jun's Spirit, the brutality of Pan Ying, fused from the spiritual flow, penetrated the Matrix, exploded with a boom, leaving behind an irreparable scar.

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