The plague of decay not only devours matter, but also bites into the Ether. It can be said that wherever it goes, it causes the Ether to thin out continuously, eventually leading to an Ether vacuum phenomenon.

But in such a situation, a large number of Condensers are calling upon the Ether. It’s like a vacuum region suddenly appearing in the deep sea, and when the force maintaining this vacuum region disappears, tons of seawater rush in to flatten it.

The Ether behaves in the same way.

Under the call of the Condensers, a vast amount of Ether is gathered from surrounding areas. As it reacts again with the remaining plague of decay in the air, the rising concentration triggers phenomena of an Extraordinary nature. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

The laws of nature begin to distort, the foundation of reality gradually collapses, and the laws of physics become unreliable.

In the clash of Extraordinary Power, it seems that all reason is trying to flee this twisted area. Amidst the ravaging storm and earth shattering, everything becomes diminutive and vulnerable. In the distorted and deformed reality, supernatural phenomena seem to take on concrete shapes and lives, cunning and cruel, howling mercilessly and struggling in this warped world.

After direct collisions, as professionals, everyone decisively chooses to hide their figures within the mist, chaotic lights constantly flickering in the dim grayness.

The King’s Secret Swordsmen, reminiscent of swordsmen from bygone eras, wield their blades, emitting a pale blue glow of Ether Power, softly humming as if calling something silently.

Suddenly, a Field Staff launches an attack towards one of the Secret Swordsmen. The Ether swirls incessantly in the air, emitting streaks of lightning-like light. Their figures intertwine, and the energy upon the ground stirs up gusts and torrential rain. The masks of the Field Staff flicker in the darkness, adding a layer of mystery to this protracted war.

Bologue strode swiftly, searching for an opportunity.

A chance to hunt.

In the chaotic scene, countless Ethers danced in the air, making it impossible to discern the source of the attacks, while the swirling Secret Energy resembled surging waves in the darkness, sending chills down the spine.

As the battle continues, more and more Condensers join this chaotic war. They exist like beams of light, flickering rapidly, disrupting everyone’s vision. Each person is struggling, striving not to fall into this endless chaos.

No one knows if they’ll survive this death-laden war.

Geoffrey approached the opponent’s Negative Power User, as the Bone-breaking Knife and Secret Sword clashed against each other; they hacked and slaughtered one another with cold weapons.

The battlefield gradually turned into ruins, with everyone darting swiftly across the debris, attacking their opponents so quickly it leaves the observers dazzled.

Their attacks not only flashed with the brilliance of Ether energy but also tore the air with sharp cold weapons. Each person constantly wielded their Secret Energy, pursuing victory.

Amidst the flashes of cold light and the deep voice resonantly turning through the Alchemy Matrix, the space started to become eerie.

Physical laws of reality were distorted, and various supernatural phenomena appeared unceasingly. Some could move hundreds of meters in seconds, others could punch through solid buildings, and some even created effects reminiscent of manipulating the flow of time.

The power these Condensers displayed transcended human imagination, yet the gulf between them and the mundane world was merely a dense mist away.

As the battle progresses, some Condensers seem to have lost their reason, becoming filled with ferocity and violence, yearning to smash their opponents to pieces.

Yet some remain calm. Although their power is not strong, they respond to each attack with restraint amidst the flashing lights. In this dark, chaotic, frenzied space, they have become a stable glow, offering hope to others.

A Field Staff was knocked down by his opponent. Yet his own opponent wasn’t fairing well either, covered in wounds and gasping heavily.

Just as he was about to finish off the Field Staff, the mist behind him churned, as if a ghost was closing in swiftly.

When he sensed something amiss, a sharp blade had already pierced through his heart from the back. In the next moment, a hand axe severed his throat, extinguishing his scream.

He tried to counterattack, only to realize next that the Ether hidden within no longer obeyed his commands. The Alchemy Matrix appeared to have a huge breach, as Ether poured out endlessly.

Protection·Soul Sucking and Essence Stealing.

An immense fear exploded in his heart. He could feel what the Evil Spirit approaching from the mist was doing to him. It not only claimed his life but also extracted his Ether.

Despair didn’t last long; Bologue severed his neck completely, letting the head roll onto the ground. Covered in blood, Bologue absorbed the extracted Ether into the desiccated Alchemy Matrix.

The fallen Field Staff stared in shock at Bologue. From his perspective, he only saw a blurred figure appear, swiftly kill the opponent, and in the next moment, Bologue vanished into the mist once again.

The Evil Spirit darted frenetically, appearing and disappearing within the thick fog. Its ominous bite sliced through the enemies’ bodies, emitting a chilling yet enticing sound, striking fear into those who beheld it.

In the intense melee, no one realized an Evil Spirit was lurking nearby, watching intently like a masterful assassin, targeting and finishing off those enemy individuals who were wounded and isolated.