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The opponent's size far exceeds his; they are not even in the same league.

But it has no consciousness.

This is its only advantage.

It has only instinct, only hunger, only the urge to devour; it has no strategy, no judgment, and no thought about whether it should exert its strength in this place.

Taking advantage of this, Chen Guan twisted his mental energy into the thinnest strand and drilled into the gaps in the other party's will.

The golden-red lines in his pupils widened again.

Yin Chen stood up from behind the Frostbone Wolf and stared at Chen Guan's back.

"His eyes have changed."

Hong Yuan saw it too. She swallowed hard and gripped the battle axe in her hand tightly.

"Not just his eyes, look at his right hand."

On the back of Chen Guan's right hand, black and red lines had spread past his wrist and climbed up his forearm to his elbow.

The Mysterious Tortoise appeared atop the Red Kite's head, its head gleaming with golden light. Its body radiated golden light, pointing straight to the sky and then flowing back into the coffin, making the black and red patterns no longer appear so eerie.

Hongyuan excitedly poked the cheating turtle on her head. Good turtle, you've done a great job!

Su Yuehe stood beside Guan Jinyue, her hands clasped in front of her chest, maintaining the ritual to receive the soul.

"Mr. Yin, how much time do we have left?"

Yin Tianzheng did not answer her question, but began to count aloud.

"Four seconds."

Guan Jinyue's silver threads had already touched the soul deep within the seal, and his ten fingers trembled slightly in the air.

"Three seconds."

The soul begins to loosen.

Just then, Chen Guan's body swayed.

That demonic will launched a counterattack on the spiritual level. It had no strategy, no wisdom, only instinctive crushing. A single unconscious movement was enough to almost shatter Chen Guan's spiritual power.

Baal let out a sharp, popping sound: "It's waking up, disconnect now, you don't have time."

Even Lord Baal is not omnipotent. You wretched humans, stop courting death!

Chen Guan refused to listen to advice and did not choose to disconnect.

He glanced down at the black iron coffin beside him.

The coffin was shaking, and the buzzing sound emanating from within perfectly matched the frequency of the demonic will beneath their feet, one high and one low, resonating alternately.

A very faint ray of light, also blackish-red, was seeping out from the cracks in the coffin.

The entity is responding.

Chen Guan placed his left hand on the coffin lid.

The coffin was not opened, but the gap widened by a hair's breadth. A force of the same origin surged out of the coffin, flowing into Chen Guan's body through his left arm, colliding with the tyrannical demonic will in his right arm.

Two forces were locked in a standoff within him.

There is no absorption, no repulsion; it's an extremely delicate balance where neither can devour the other.

Chen Guan is that balance point.

His nose began to bleed, the blood dripping onto the broken metal plate at his feet, leaving thin red streaks in the wind.

He possesses the power of creation and regeneration, he wields a renowned sword, he will not die, he will never die! Since that's the case, why not gamble with your life, and run wildly towards decay?

"Two seconds." Yin Tianzheng's voice was completely hoarse.

Guan Jinyue's ten silver threads tightened.

Her lips were moving.

There was no sound, but everyone could see the shape of the mouths making those two words.

younger sister.

"One second!"

Guan Jinyue pulled her hand upwards forcefully.

A faint ray of light was pulled out from the depths of the seal by a silver thread. The light swayed precariously, like a candle flame in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Su Yuehe stepped forward to meet it, the soft light in her palm steadily supporting the soul. The power of her words gently enveloped it, preventing it from dissipating further.

Guan Jinyue's hands were trembling.

She stared at the faint light in Su Yuehe's palm, something welling up in her eyes, but she didn't let it fall.

"Close it!"

Yin Tianzheng shouted and slammed his palms down on the metal plate one last time. The extinguished golden runes lit up again, layer upon layer, spreading rapidly from the top of the tower downwards.

The seal is closed.

The upward flow of that demonic will was abruptly cut off. The remaining portion within Chen's coffin lost its support, struggled for a few moments, and was gradually devoured by the same source of power within the coffin.

The dark red beam of light dissipated.

The wind was still blowing, but the fear that had been weighing on my soul vanished in an instant.

Long Ao let out a long breath, his legs trembling as he leaned against the railing of the platform.

Hong Yuan planted her battle axe on the ground, bent over, and gasped for breath.

An Changqing sheathed his sword, his fingers still trembling slightly.

Yin Tianzheng knelt on the shattered metal plate, his hands pulled out of the palm print, his fingertips covered in blood. He didn't wipe it away, and looked up at the coffin.

The coffin was still standing.

His right hand hung at his side, the dark red lines fading slowly, like receding tides flowing along his veins towards his fingertips.

The nosebleed is still flowing.

He raised his left hand to wipe it, glanced at the bloodstains on his palm, and turned to look at Su Yuehe.

"Has the soul stabilized?"

Su Yuehe nodded, and the frequency of the light in her palm was gradually leveling off.

"It's stabilized; it's weak, but it won't dissipate."

Guan Jinyue walked up to Su Yuehe, stretched out his hand, and the silver light traces still remained on his fingertips.

She did not speak.

Su Yuehe gently placed the wisp of soul into her hands.

Guan Jinyue held the ball of light in both hands, clasped his fingers together, and lowered his head.

Her silver hair fell down, obscuring her face.

No one saw her expression.

The platform remained quiet for a long time.

Yin Chen was the first to notice that something was wrong.

"Chen Guan, your eyes."

Chen Guan turned his head to look at him, and Yin Chen took half a step back.

The golden-red patterns had faded, and the pupils of the coffin had returned to their original color, but deep within those eyes, a very faint dark color was flowing.

It was a color whose name I couldn't describe, moving slowly as if it were alive.

Long Ao saw it too, and he opened his mouth.

There's something in your eyes.

Chen Guan did not answer.

He looked down at his right hand.

The dark red and black lines had all receded to the fingertips, but the last trace had not completely disappeared.

At the base of the middle fingernail, there is a black dot the size of a pinhead embedded in the skin.

What's this? Is this the age of tattoos?

Baal's voice drifted over softly.

"Wow, you actually succeeded."

Chen Guan ignored it and clenched his right hand into a fist.

Guan Jinyue raised her head, her silver hair slipping down her cheeks. Her eyes were red, but there were no tear stains on her face.

She looked at Yin Tianzheng, barely managing to maintain her composure: "Transaction complete."

Yin Tianzheng knelt on the ground and spoke one word at a time.

"It's done."

Guan Jinyue turned and walked to the edge of the platform, raised his right hand, and gently clenched his five fingers in the air.

Above the distant city, the remaining spatial rifts began to close at a visible speed.

With each rift that closed, the roars of the monsters high in the sky diminished.

She walked to the very edge and stood still.