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"Little one, you can escape on your own. Her target seems to be me, I'll help you hold her off." The melodious voice of the Great Black Tower came from behind Lu Ze.

She had given up on continuing the analysis; the data transmission was too slow, and Lu Ze, now without a suitable weapon, wouldn't last until she finished analyzing.

"Stop joking around," Lu Ze shouted.

He glanced down at the sword in his hand. The pale golden light on the blade was still flickering slightly, and a soft hum came from the hilt. Although the sword was afraid, it did not back down.

This sword was the first gift Fu Xuan gave him.

We can't just break it like this.

Lu Ze put the Du'e back into its brooch form and carefully pinned it back on his collar.

He then clenched his fists and assumed a basic fighting stance.

With his back to the large black tower, he said in a deep voice, "Black Tower, continue your analysis. I said I would delay it for you until you finish, and I will keep my word. I never break my promise."

After saying that, Lu Ze stomped his foot and charged towards the Devouring Enderman like a cannonball.

The Great Black Tower watched the figure rush towards the monster without hesitation, its eyes flashing slightly.

"Hmph... Always trying to look cool. Don't die, Lu Ze."

The Great Black Tower, who never remembered unnecessary people, now engraved the name "Lu Ze" into her genius brain.

She continued to look at the Devouring Shadow, her eyes once again glowing with a pale purple light.

On the battlefield, Lu Ze and Shi Su Ender clashed again.

This time, with no weapons between them, the two sides engaged in a brutal, hand-to-hand combat.

Lu Ze punched the Enderman's shoulder, and the other's fist landed on his chest at the same time.

Fist against fist, flesh against flesh, each collision accompanied by a dull thud.

A purplish-black mist climbed from the opponent's fist up Lu Ze's arm, spreading along his skin like a living thing.

Lu Ze felt a sharp pain in his arm, as if something had been forcibly pulled out of his body.

It was neither vitality nor spiritual power; it was a mysterious and profound feeling.

It's like a taut string that's suddenly snapped; the rest is still there, but it's shorter than before.

"Spiritual power can't defend against it at all." Lu Ze's pupils contracted slightly.

The spiritual energy covering his body for defense was intact, and its power was not diminished in the slightest.

This means that the purplish-black mist completely ignores spiritual energy defenses and acts directly on the target itself.

As the fight continued, Lu Ze felt something being continuously pulled out of his body.

Each contact with the purplish-black mist felt like an invisible string being plucked from his body.

During a lull in the fight, he took out a peach from his storage bag and took a big bite.

The flesh of the three-thousand-year-old peach melted in his mouth, and its immense vitality washed over his limbs and bones like a flood, making every cell in his body cheer with joy.

But the feeling of constantly approaching death did not ease at all.

As the Great Black Tower said, this purplish-black mist devours the future, not life force.

No matter how vigorous a life force is, without a future, it is nothing more than an empty shell that lives a relatively long time.

At this moment, it's impossible not to be afraid.

The feeling of having your future taken away is more terrifying than any physical pain.

It was a sense of nothingness that had been erased from the very source.

But running away is not his style.

Even if he escapes this time, what about next time?

Even without the Great Black Tower, I am still no match for this monster.

So from the moment he entered this space, Lu Ze had no choice but to do everything in his power to protect the Great Black Tower, so that he could have a sliver of hope.

Thinking of this.

He took another punch, swayed twice, and then regained his balance.