Lebius wandered through the mist-filled Great Rift, his pace unhurried as the Ethereal Concealment enveloped his body, constantly suppressing his Ether reaction, and even the light in his eyes gradually faded away, leaving only a faint azure hue.

Few knew of Lebius's mastery over Secret Energy, whether the precision of control or the vastness of its impact, it had already reached an astonishing degree.

The pack of wolves gradually moved away from Lebius, yet they remained under his Command, relying on these Domination Objects, Lebius could see countless scenes, using the wolves to weave a web, searching for every prey that mistakenly entered its midst.

Soon, Lebius found it.

Amidst the chaos, a Blade-Biting Wolf was the first to break the Seal, reaching the frenetic battlefield.

Upon seeing the scene before him, Lebius's heart sank. Unlike the fifth Time Reversal he witnessed, the Void Realm of the Alchemy Workshop had now been shattered, Teda had conjured crimson touch tendrils, engaging the King's Shield Guard in battle.

Lebius quickened his pace, the scattered Blade-Biting Wolves also turned direction, advancing towards the Alchemy Workshop.

This time, the King's Shield Guard's attack was much quicker. Lebius was unclear why this was happening, in previous Time Reversals, they had clearly shown no abnormalities.

No time to ponder those matters, the King's Shield Guard had accelerated their actions, and Lebius must catch up with them to prevent the ensuing events.

Lebius still remembered the scene from the fifth Time Reversal, those pale hands tearing apart the crimson flesh.

He was unsure what it was, but judging from the oppressive, maddening intent, it was definitely not something good and must be nipped in the bud ahead of time.

Outside the Alchemy Workshop, following the Shadow King's coordination, the main force gathered here. After several focused attacks, the protection of the Void Realm was easily demolished, even the Silver Knight chose to strike to achieve this goal.

The terrifying Ether reaction surged beneath the silver Armor, each slash of the Silver Knight's sword was exceedingly sharp. Though Teda's Illusion Creation was terrifying, it couldn't withstand the Silver Knight's sword strikes.

Within the shaky structure, Teda's eyes were bloodshot. Given his Tier as a Negative Power User, to perfectly create the power of Calamity was obviously a far-fetched dream.

Yet to fulfill his desire, Teda had fallen into madness. As the King's Shield Guard was about to break through the defenses of the Void Realm, Teda drank the pre-prepared Alchemy Potion.

Though these potions couldn't allow him to surpass Tier limitations, they enabled Teda to gain power far beyond the ordinary, releasing massive amounts of Ether recklessly.

Phantasmal flesh intertwined with real flesh, transforming this area into a hell of flesh.

In an instant, it was as if the Abandoned Land had overlapped with this place, fleshy tendrils of Calamity grew and spread, touch tendrils consumed all swallowable substances.

This was not a realm where ordinary people could live. Even a First Stage Condenser, facing these frantic flesh, would find themselves surrounded by grave threats.

Light as red as blood lingered, from above it appeared as though a crimson thunderstorm had descended within the Great Rift.

Faced with this scene, Hood and Bucker quickened their offensive pace. As Negative Power Users, they were the backbone of this hunt, in the roaring sound waves and resisting forces, the advancing flesh was easily crushed into a rain of blood, pouring down in torrents.

Blood stained the surrounding substances, filling every corner with a crimson hue.

The air churned with a smell of coagulated blood, everyone felt as if they were within a colossal slaughterhouse, an ancient evil god was struggling mightily, crawling out from the forgotten Abyss.

The sturdy touch tendrils were covered with sharp orifices, like serrated blades, each time they struck, they left countless scratches on the surface of rocks, and these orifices would also gulp down the stones.

A Condenser failed to evade in time, and was fiercely struck by a touch tendril, a bloody scratch instantly appeared on his body, parts of his flesh were bitten away, exposing the bare white bones.

Amidst the oppressive wails, he attempted to distance himself, retreating to a safe area, but before he could move, the Condenser's wound bizarrely began to squirm.

Tender flesh buds twisted and grew within blurred flesh, like seeds blooming and bearing fruit, growing into large flesh tumors within moments.

This was the seed left by the touch tendrils striking the Condenser. He decisively swung his blade, attempting to cut off the flesh tumors, but it was already too late.

The flesh tumor burst, and newborn touch tendrils wound around the Condenser's neck, tightening gradually, snapping his neck, yet his figure didn't fall, standing like a living corpse, and the Ether reaction within him persisted.

Seeing this, Hood swiftly formulated a response, roaring furiously, the sound waves shattered the flesh along the path, converging at the Condenser at the end of the path.

His figure was smashed into the gravel, yet seconds later, the sound of rocks scraping rang out, and the dead corpse stood up once more.

The scarlet flesh had corrupted his shell, making him part of this Bloody Land. The Alchemy Matrix served as a nursery, nurturing more flesh.

"Is this also an Illusion Creation?"

Bucker felt a slight pressure, if this was also conjured by Teda, then his imitation of Calamity's power is simply too exquisite.

In the center of the crimson lair, Teda's face was decrepit, yet his body emitted a formidable life force.

The Shadow King had discovered the existence of Time Reversal and, during this Time Reversal, accelerated the attack on the Alchemy Workshop. This decision was wise, as the power of the Order Bureau has yet to descend.

Yet the forceful assault from the Shadow King also pressured Teda into a desperate situation, now Teda was not any different from a madman in a dead-end.

As the Void Realm collapsed, the architecture also showed damage, occasional light pierced the shadows, illuminating Teda's decrepit visage.

At this moment, he appeared like a dying man, his body emaciated, skin like dried-out bark clinging tight to his jagged bones, yet equally fierce life force surged within him.

Slender tendrils coiled around Teda's spine, easily penetrating flesh and connecting with nerves.

In the apocalyptic downfall, the Silver Knight brandished his long sword, like swift Thunder, cleaving through all that stood in his path with ease.

The Illusion Creation suffered an injury, which also impacted Teda himself. He coughed painfully, spewing fresh blood, forming a pool beneath him.

Teda wearily lowered his head, in the blood-red mirror beneath him, he saw a strange face.

That visage was so sinister, terrifying, akin to the Devil's servant, a hateful demon devouring lava, emanating a repulsive madness, with scalding tar flowing through every vein.

For a moment, Teda felt immense terror, but this fear quickly subsided as he recognized the person in the mirror: it was himself.

His muddied gaze was lost for a while, then became more resolute.

"There's nothing worth caring about anymore."

Teda murmured.

He looked ahead at the scarlet Hell he had shaped himself. He felt no repentance, nor did he want to make any excuses, within Teda's heart lay only numbness.

Teda was too sorrowful.

The seed of sorrow was planted the day the Overlord descended, and over time grew and sprouted in the shadow of Teda's heart.

Teda could always see Alice's figure, hear her voice, over time, as if he wandered in two worlds.

His mind gradually descended into collapse, Teda didn't know how to heal his pain, alleviate his sorrow.

Teda couldn't find a way to reconcile with himself.

His mind in a daze, beneath his dilapidated shattered spirit, was left but one mad thought.

Like the folly of a believer.

"I will buy you time."

Teda turned around, softly speaking to the viscous mass of flesh behind him.

Rings of silver-bell-like laughter rang out, this laugh sounded utterly unfitting for the Hellish scenery, yet Teda heard it clearly, like an illusion.

Illusion?

Such a thought flashed through Teda's heart, but he didn't ponder over it much; he had already stopped wanting to think about anything. Now, he's like a walking corpse, with no room for more thoughts.

Teda turned and walked out of the tottering Alchemy Workshop, at this time, the Silver Knight had also broken through the layers of tendrils, about to reach him.

He leisurely took out a pale mask from his bosom, and steadily put it on his face, at this moment he was no longer Teda Yazhede, but a Delusional driven by desire.

Faced with the white Thunder charging forth, the Delusional simply raised his hand, in an instant, illusion and reality converged, Hell shattered the boundary between them, descending here.

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