The Red Dog was like a harbinger of doom, with the Immovable Sword being the conductor’s baton for this eerie symphony. The Defender’s power was unleashed without restraint, and the mental shockwaves generated by the Void Spirit School crashed over like waves, battering the dam of reason.

The Heart-devouring Song seemed like a malevolent wolf clinging to the mind, biting away at each person’s sanity bit by bit. When the pressure reached its limit, some people let out despairing wails.

The overwhelming pressure caused a psychological dissociation and distortion, making them feel a separation and mix between body and spirit, as if the entire world was no longer real.

Rational thinking became difficult, and perceiving the surrounding environment correctly became impossible.

Soon, the mental distortion led to physical deformities. Most First Stage Condensers, under this influence, suffered endocrine disorders, their stomachs churned and vomited, reaching the limits of their physiological endurance.

They felt dizzy, their entire bodies trembled, and their heart rates accelerated.

Cognitive dissonance began affecting them, making it impossible to accurately differentiate between reality and imagination, as if they were in a hazy dream. This feeling easily led them to panic and a sense of hopeless despair, while self-doubt and blame grew in their hearts.

Soon, under the influence of Secret Energy, most lost their ability to act, completely out of control, deeply trapped in such distortion and pain, unable to find any outlet.

The First Stage Condensers were powerless against the Red Dog’s Secret Energy, while Second Stage Prayer Believers could barely remain conscious, yet the dual suffering of spirit and body made each step difficult for them.

Balder collapsed directly, his already heavy Protective Clothing now becoming his cage, with the remaining strength unable to carry out any effective action.

Aimou was half-kneeling on the ground. She switched back to her Steel Body in time, and the pain in her body was significantly reduced, yet the mental impact still made her vision dizzy and her senses disoriented, as if drunk, making even basic linear movement difficult.

She struggled to lift her head; in her vision, numerous red and blue afterimages appeared, as if her visual system had malfunctioned.

Amidst the rubble, Bologue struggled to stand. Although he lacked the protection of Protection·Eternal Labor, he relied on his naturally exceptional willpower and tier as a Negative Power User.

Bologue could resist the influence of the Heart-devouring Song to some extent, but only to some extent. The terrifying wails lingered in Bologue’s mind, trying to evoke the darkest side of his inner self.

"The Void Spirit School, seemingly influencing minds through song, pervading others’ spirits..."

Bologue did not give up. Amidst his difficult resistance, he used his remaining sanity to analyze the Red Dog’s power.

"Causes hallucinations, cognitive distortions, spiritual pain... and this pain is also mirrored onto the physical body..."

Bologue’s breathing became heavy. He could see layers of horrifying hallucinations swiftly rushing toward him, vivid monsters roaring and swinging swords aimed at him. Instinctively, Bologue raised his sword to block, though he only blocked emptiness.

The boundary between reality and illusion began to blur.

Another nightmare monster descended beside Bologue, wielding a large blade aiming to decapitate him. This time, Bologue curbed his instincts, unaffected by the illusion, dismissing it as a phantom deceit.

A piercing pain radiated along Bologue’s neck, as if the blade truly broke through the illusionary boundary, genuinely severing his neck.

Bologue lifted a hand to touch his neck, finding no wound at all, yet the pain was so clear, even an icy sensation persisted, burrowing into the marrow, chilling Bologue to the core.

What shocked Bologue even more was that the Red Dog’s power affected not only the Order Bureau’s side but also the King’s Secret Swords, who were unable to escape its influence.

The battlefield was filled with wails.

In madness, people abandoned reason, struggling in darkness as if driven by intense emotions and curses. Some in ultimate agony resorted to self-harm, seeking liberation from pain.

Blades cut through flesh, blood sprayed everywhere, the strong stench of blood permeating the air. Some screamed openly, while others endured in silent defiance, deeply burying indescribable suffering in the darkness, until finally, their breath faltered. The lingering effects felt like moans swallowed by darkness, bodies filled with wounds spasming, staring at each other in terror, as if manipulated by an unknown force.

Bologue composed himself, not rushing towards the Red Dog but moving quickly towards the suffering field staff.

Using his years of underground experience, Bologue knocked out the frenzied self-harming staff, one by one, to prevent further acts of madness. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Ether extended as much as possible, with Bologue sensing towards the King’s Secret Sword side. Though the mist obscured vision, the wails still came through clearly.

In Bologue’s perception, the King’s Secret Swords were actually retreating, attempting to escape the core of the battlefield.

Indeed, regardless of how strange the Red Dog’s Secret Energy was, it had a certain range of release. As long as they could escape this range, they’d be safe.

With this thought, Bologue’s Ether pierced into the ground, causing it to tremble slightly. The hard ground became soft, with the soil curling up and enveloping the staff who had lost their ability to move, like waves, dragging them, sending them to the farthest extent Bologue’s Ether could reach.