In the span of just a few moments, those fishing and being fished, those stabbing in the back and being stabbed—all identities were exchanged in rapid succession, leaving everyone dazzled.

Both the human and the ghost have showcased their skills.

Only the Seeder is still taking a beating, continues to take a beating!

Yet, the Harvester and the Guide can only watch helplessly as all this unfolds.

Powerless.

So close, yet seemingly as far as the horizon, always too late.

The presence of Pang Pei and Ellis is like two endless walls, completely insurmountable.

The standoff between the Harvester and the old director has never ceased from beginning to end.

The Sword of Certain Destruction stagnates.

Clearly a strike that would shatter even a Sage or Dragon if it hit, yet it fails to take effect, pinched tightly between those two fingers.

Unable to advance, unable to retreat!

If the Harvester were to comment on the situation now, aside from disgust, it would just be utter disgust.

Too disgusting!

Apparently, an emaciated old man stands there, yet in reality, he resembles the embodiment of the entire current reality, and that casual pinch hasn't even touched the Blade of Certain Destruction.

It has directly impacted the underlying logic of reality.

Causing everything to change, or rather, stop changing.

—Heavenly Element Deconstruction!

Under those fingers, all past clear and vivid common sense, rules, and processes have all become shrouded in a layer of mist and have become completely alien through the complex changes.

Rigid, mutated, stiff, and sluggish.

At this moment, death descends on the blade, unavoidable.

Yes, indeed.

Everything has cause and effect; if death is the determined effect, then no one can save it, but between cause and effect, what else is there?

There must be a process, right?

But now... isn't this process a bit too damn long?

It's as if suddenly, the whole world has turned into a giant bureaucratic institution. Every previously familiar foundational rule sits behind a window, coldly processing all procedures and changes without any vitality.

Including everything that's happening now.

No matter how you change and interpret it, you can't adapt.

If it's non-compliant, you have to redo it, redo it, redo it again and again...

Incorrect form format, incomplete documents, sorry, office hours are over, come back tomorrow, you came to the wrong place, go to Window 1, bring proof, how should I know...

But even after adjusting through much effort and adapting to all changes, ultimately discovering, this isn't processed here, you need to go to another department.

What? You came to handle this service? Why didn't you say so earlier...

This sword has efficacy but hasn't completed the process!

Amid the rage, the Harvester seems to hear a string of scattered muttering in his ear: "That's the principle, it's not that we do nothing about anything, we must do it, but doing it requires skill and method..."

Will it ever end!

By comparison, Ellis's approach is simple and brutal, straightforward to the point of being moving, almost bringing tears to one's eyes.

No matter the great tear, great destruction, great explosion, face it all head-on!

A real man doesn't dodge!

Come, stand firm, and face it head-on!

If you can't kill me, then I'll have to kill you!

More regrettably, there truly aren't many who can kill him, especially on the battlefield.

As an 'Earth Guard,' his theoretical defense power has no upper limit, and after incorporating the Empire's Earth Command, he can almost be regarded as embodying the Empire's vast lands, half of the current reality.

Countless historical battles have proven one point—against such an opponent, only special attacks will work; trying to compete on stats is simply a nightmare.

Unless you can punch through half of reality, otherwise, it's useless.

But even if you can punch through half of reality, ha, the lock is still there, and no matter how big your stats are, big enough to overflow, it can't be brought into play...

The Guide clearly understands this as well, not even bothering to exert effort, evading casually, not losing a single strand of hair, intermittently provoking the opponent's mentality.

These two sneaky and underhanded things, appearing open and honorable, yet actually cheating, completely cheating!

And the Heavenly Furnace has been cheating from the start!

It hasn't stopped at all!

Who, after becoming crippled, would use a Heavenly Artisan, meant to specifically counter enemy nature changes, as a crutch?

This is insidious to the extreme!

No wonder with one crippled leg you've managed to survive dragging it to this day without being killed; you're truly brave and skilled!

The situation has become such that it's just unbearable.

The mission barely begun, and I'm close to dying, continue fighting, and when the other Sages arrive, there might just be a collective beating left.

At this moment, the only thing the Seeder can do is...

Brave warrior sacrifices his own arm!

Oh, the arm is already severed.

But that's okay; it can be severed again.

In the instant of realizing the futility, the Seeder took one last look at the Heavenly Furnace, said nothing, and withdrew all essence and soul, completely abandoning this wrecked body.

Then, a terrifying explosion that engulfed everything!

With his self-destruction, the Grand Calamity Eye erupted abruptly, spewing forth endless pollution, spreading terrifying shocks across reality, completely destroying the Crack Realm, even causing a rift in the Vortex.

And the Harvester and the Guide, have vanished without a trace...

Fortunately, the three people on the scene had already made preparations.

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