Bologue’s roar was like the blare of a war horn, unleashing the intensely suppressed atmosphere at this moment, with countless roars echoing his voice.

The Ether rose, and power surged wildly.

Even under the shroud of the Decline Plague, when countless Condensers simultaneously called upon their powers, releasing the Secret Energy that twisted reality, the Ether concentration in this area quickly soared.

Just as mortal flesh sublimates under the power of Ether, the foundational Material Realm, too, twisted and shifted toward higher dimensions with the accumulation of Ether.

The dark clouds turned phantom-like, wisps intertwining, a storm was imminent, thunder rumbled, and the wind stirred up an eerie melody, producing a chilling sound, foretelling the arrival of a dreadful disaster.

Canyin’s light emitted from Geoffrey’s eyes; the gaze of Tiger Eye marked the first shot of the chaotic battle.

Several low-tier Condensers standing too close to Geoffrey were paralyzed into inaction under the intimidation of Tiger Eye, standing still like statues. Immediately, the field staff drew their guns and opened fire, releasing Secret Energy in succession.

On the other side, the King’s Secret Swords also drew their swords, raising the Ethereal Barrier to fend off wave after wave of volleys.

In this absolute darkness, everyone lost their connection with the outside world. Driven by suspicion and hatred, what they could do was destroy their opponents in the most ruthless, efficient, and deadly manner.

The skirmish was on the verge of breaking out, and the extraordinary war commenced. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Lightning split the sky, briefly illuminating everything around, and in an instant, the storm descended. The furious wind howled, carrying intense energy, wreaking havoc on the real world.

At times, electrical currents struck down from the sky, hitting the ground and triggering a series of explosions. At times, thunder roared, rolling across the earth like boulders, piercing through layers of mountains, stripping the earth’s skin. Every moment brought by the storm seemed to twist time and space, with ground deforming, houses disintegrating, trees collapsing, and the earth trembling.

In the wildly surging air, Red Dog and Lebius stayed motionless, maintaining extreme restraint and observing each other. They were like two drawn blades, a cocked crossbow, only awaiting the slightest trigger to incite a frenzied blood battle.

Suddenly, a hint of enjoyment appeared on Red Dog’s face. Both maintained a mutual understanding amidst the chaos, staying focused, while the other combatants avoided bringing the fight to them. Everyone could sense the lethal aura emanating from them.

The dominance of high-tier Condensers over low-tier Condensers was terrifying. If they abandoned their truce and chose to slaughter the low-tier Condensers, it would be a brutal massacre.

The peace maintained by the two was merely a standoff of mutual restraint.

While the two were confronting each other, both sides engaged in a melee, Negative Power Users against Negative Power Users, Prayer Believers against Prayer Believers, and countless Ether streams intertwined.

In the mad battlefield, Aimou and Balder supported Mamo, guarding beside the Iron Coffin.

To counter the influence of the Decline Plague on the city, Mamo, as a Seeker of Glory, had exhausted his Ether completely. Adding to his old age, he was virtually devoid of combat power.

The few were at the periphery of the melee, striving to protect the Iron Coffin, the ownership of which would determine the outcome of this battle.

Rows of sharp long spears stood around the Iron Coffin. Simultaneously, more metallic creations were conjured, emerging with a clang, sturdy armor appearing out of thin air and adhering closely to Balder’s heavy protective clothing, making him even bulkier.

Secret Energy·Furnace of Cast Iron.

This belonged to Balder’s Illusionary School Secret Power, allowing him to create various metal illusory creations and exert some degree of control over them.

Aimou became extremely tense, picking up a strangely shaped rifle to protect herself. This was given to her by Bailisai before departure, rumored to be a new work of the Sublimation Furnace Core, but still in experimental phase without combat testing.

The field staff formed a line of defense, blocking the King’s Secret Swords in front. The fighting had not yet reached here, but many of the King’s Secret Swords already realized that what they sought was here.

In the insane melee, everyone seemed filled with rage, paying no heed to Bologue arriving from the Sea of Mist.

Bologue also rarely suppressed his battle lust, his figure stealthily moving through the dense mist, prowling the edge of the battlefield, seeking opportunities.

To return from the Great Rift, Bologue continuously threw Phantom Daggers overhead, escaping the high-concentration Decline Plague area by a ludicrous method akin to stepping on his own feet.

Bologue managed to escape from certain death before being completely corroded, but at the cost of nearly depleting his Ether. A profound fatigue and pain tormented his mind, the strange hunger from Ether exhaustion rendered him immobile.

He intended to inform Lebius of these matters more subtly, but the Decline Plague had affected all communication, even the short-range whistles failed. The toxin seeped into his body, and Bologue didn’t know how long he could hold on; he could only bluntly alert everyone.

After a brief rest, Bologue gathered a small amount of strength, coldly observing the battlefield.