The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Munedimi took the opportunity to retreat again, while waving his hands repeatedly.

Countless dark red energy blades condensed from the void and poured down on Gu Xu like a torrential rain.

Each blade of light carries the property of spatial rupture, leaving a black spatial scar wherever it goes.

They were so numerous that they covered the entire sky.

But Gu Xu didn't even glance at those light blades.

He simply took one more step forward.

The realm of calamity advanced forward in his footsteps.

When those dark red spatial blades touched the boundary of the Calamity Domain—they met the exact same fate as those ghostly hands earlier. They shattered.

It was completely shattered, without even a sound.

It vanished silently into the black mist, like pencil lines erased by an eraser.

In an instant, Munedimi's face turned extremely ugly.

He realized a fact that made him quite unhappy.

His own attack methods were almost completely ineffective in the face of the Calamity Domain.

It's not that the power isn't great enough, but that the level isn't high enough.

The realm of calamity is too high in status.

It was simply beyond the capabilities of his hastily cobbled-together body to contend with.

"You seem to know quite a bit about my abilities?"

Gu Xu's voice came from the depths of the black mist, his tone casual, unlike that of someone in battle: "But if you keep running like this, your coolness is completely ruined!"

"If you're really scared, I don't need to use the Domain of Calamity!"

These words, when spoken to Munedimi, sounded as if they were spoken to the previous Munedimi.

They will definitely be quite angry.

Even at any cost, we will crush these arrogant ants into dust.

But clearly, at this moment, He no longer had the energy to be angry.

Because, although the exchange was brief, it conveyed a great deal of information to Him.

He realized that he had truly underestimated the human before him...

No, we can no longer define Him as "human".

The purity and concentration of the power emanating from the other party were far higher than He had previously estimated.

If I were to descend in my true form, taking down this ant would be no problem at all.

The problem is that what He is now is not His true form.

The body He is currently using is merely a temporary vessel pieced together through a blood sacrifice ritual.

Cross-dimensional projection itself requires a great deal of energy to maintain its existence.

In addition to the backlash from the ritual on his body, the strength he could exert at this moment was at most one percent of his peak strength.

One percent of my power, facing the realm of calamity...

He knew in his heart that he couldn't win.

It's not the kind of defeat where you're just a little bit short, but the kind where you're several orders of magnitude apart.

It's like He using His own strength to confront His own master.

That feeling of powerlessness is simply indescribable.

Thinking about this…

Munedimi took a deep breath.

My thoughts calmed down a bit.

He is not a fool; on the contrary, having been able to travel through countless dimensions to this day, His mind is far more intelligent than that of most beings.

Therefore, He made a judgment very quickly.

Since we can't win in a direct confrontation, let's try a different approach.

He doesn't need to defeat this guy in front of him.

He only needs to stall for time.

As long as the master's projection descends successfully, this guy in front of him will naturally be crushed into dust.

"hiss--"

However, just as Munedimi's idea took shape...

His thoughts suddenly paused for a moment.

Because He felt cold.

This cold is not the kind of cold that comes from a drop in ambient temperature, but rather a cold that seeps out from within this body.

The chill came without warning, yet it enveloped His entire body completely in an instant.

A cold wind blew past my ear.

The wind carried a chilling scent that made His heart tremble—resentment.

Extremely pure, extremely intense, extremely... insane resentment.

Munetimi's pupils contracted, and he abruptly turned his head.

Then, He saw her.

Less than five meters behind him, a woman was standing there, seemingly out of nowhere.

A red veil hangs diagonally over her temples, revealing half of her face.

The expression on that half of his face could only be described in one word.

anger.

An anger of a bride whose wedding banquet has been disrupted.

The Bride of Evil stood there motionless, her eyes fixed on Munedimi.

The moment his gaze met hers, Munedimi immediately felt a forced sense of weakness surging through her entire body.

At the same time, His control over this body is also rapidly declining.

"laugh……"

A faint sound came from beneath my feet.

Munedimi instinctively looked down.

Then he was stunned again.

There was a mouse lying at my feet, I don't know when.

The only problem was that the rat was enormous.

He was dressed in a tattered gray cloak, and his entire body was covered in filthy pustules.

If all of this only disgusts Him.

But it was what it was eating that made Him even more eager to descend in His true form.

Because it's gnawing on the "flesh" of this body.

While gnawing on it, it made a "crunching" sound.

And this is accompanied by its gnawing.

Munedimi could clearly feel that the power within his body was draining away at an abnormal rate.

"you--!"

The shock in Munedimi's heart reached its peak at this moment.

It's not because these two things are particularly powerful.

What truly chilled Him to the bone was the question of when those two things had appeared beside Him.

I didn't even notice it at all!

You must know, He is a being that transcends dimensions!

Its perception is so strong that it's absolutely overwhelming in this dimension.

Let alone a person standing behind it, even if a fly flaps its wings ten thousand meters away, it can pinpoint exactly where it flapped.

But now, a woman with a red veil covering her head.

He stood behind me.

A mouse landed on his foot.

How could I have no idea?

But soon, Munetimi understood the key to it.

The Realm of Calamity.

Within the area shrouded in that black mist, the Ancient Ones are the only rule.

His senses were blocked.

Or rather, within the realm of calamity, everything except what the person before him allows to be perceived is "non-existent."

Until they appear before you.

So where were they before this?

The answer is—it has always been there.

They may have already arrived the moment that guy unleashed the Domain of Calamity.

They simply chose to appear at this time.

Thinking of this, Munedimi's heart skipped a beat again.

Because He had already realized something.

But just as He was about to create distance again, He discovered that He could not move.

It's not that this body has reached its limit.

It's not that they're being restrained.

Instead, it was—black mist.

The boundless, thick black mist, so dense that one could not see their own hand in front of their face, had somehow completely enveloped Him.

They're everywhere—up, down, left, right, front, back, east, west, north, south, and center.

All that remained in my sight was blackness.