Having lost his target, Bologue roared and struck at Red Dog, relying on the Furious Death Battle and the Time Reversing Axis. As long as Bologue’s ether wasn’t exhausted, he wouldn’t fall, and as for the ether... he could seize it from Red Dog’s hands.

Secret Energy·Commanding Decree.

Agressive ether clung to Bologue’s weapon; he ignored the Immovable Sword that split his shoulder. Filled with rage, he struck Red Dog’s abdomen with the Vengeful Saw Axe, the sharp serrated edges biting into its prey like the teeth of a beast, trembling and bloodthirsty, it let out a piercing scream, like a wolf trapped in steel, yearning to be unleashed.

The Evil Spirit had been awakened.

Red Dog broke free from the bite of the hand axe, then the Swift Blade swiftly slashed with malice, while Bologue’s attacks were rapid and fierce, pounding repeatedly like waves.

At first, Red Dog could still handle him with ease, but he found that Bologue was like a relentless mad dog, no matter how many times the Power of the Extreme Realm snapped Bologue’s bones or pierced his flesh, Bologue would always stand up and pounce again with a roar.

If it were only Bologue, it would be fine, but besides Bologue, Lebius was eyeing him attentively, making Red Dog besieged from all sides.

The jagged axe blades scraped against each other, emitting screams of terror and pain, sharp enough to tear the air apart.

Bologue simply abandoned the Swift Blade, gripping the Vengeful Saw Axe with both hands, jumped, and cleaved it down towards Red Dog’s head.

He couldn’t stop the First Seat; with the speed of the First Seat, he might have already caught up to Geoffrey and Aimou. Bologue didn’t dare to imagine what would happen next.

Bologue felt it was his mistake, blaming himself, but in this desperate situation, facing a Seeker of Glory in their prime, Bologue really found no other solution.

Now, Bologue could only hope for the arrangements of the Decision Room, blindly trusting that terrifying monster would not easily let the King’s Secret Sword win.

Apart from that, Bologue could only pour all his anger onto Red Dog.

Kill him.

The blood drawn by the biting sharp steel teeth fluttered around like a reaper’s cloak in the air, causing all living creatures to shudder as the evil power on the hand axe spread.

Bologue seemed to see many hallucinations, countless lives turning to ash beneath the axe blades.

Red Dog shook off Bologue again, turned and swung his sword at Lebius. The gathered Wolf Spirit granted Lebius the capital to contend with the Power of the Extreme Realm, his figure shuddered briefly, but withstood the blow.

Bologue, covered in wounds, like a dying beast, charged again. Red Dog did not notice, but strands of ether were slowly seeping from his wounds, converging onto Bologue, replenishing Bologue’s ether consumption.

Red Dog grew weary, his mind difficult to maintain, at this moment a bronze ripple spread, and the stagnation of the Time Ring began once more, with no outsider to hinder Red Dog this time.

Time rapidly slipped away from Red Dog, with Lebius closest to him caught in control, Bologue was also temporarily confined by the bronze ripples, and if he continued to attack, he would inevitably be frozen.

With disheveled hair, Red Dog roared and slashed towards Lebius’ head, meanwhile, like breaking through the limits of stagnation, Lebius’ body moved bizarrely.

Red Dog couldn’t believe it; he didn’t understand how Lebius managed it this time until he heard the cracking of armor and the twisting of flesh.

Lebius commanded his body, surpassing the limits of human physiology. Since he was stagnant, he saw himself as a Blade-Biting Wolf, commanding forcefully.

The entire body of Lebius twisted, blood and pure ether surged; yet under the influence of the bronze ripples, he suddenly swung out the Swift Blade.

The stagnation shattered.

Red Dog took a few steps back, a hideous scar on his chest, he looked up at Lebius, feeling no pain, and instead began to laugh.

"I like you this way!"

Lebius did not respond, his legs already bending in a bizarre angle not seen in the human body; maintaining this strange posture, he strode toward Red Dog.

"How long can you hold on?" Red Dog continued to taunt.

His gaze flickered between Lebius and Bologue; both used an almost eerie method to keep themselves perpetually in combat, and nothing short of grinding them to dust could stop them.

Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, like an extending tail, with Rage-Bite attached to the end, swung at Red Dog, disrupting his movements, while Bologue swung the axe again, its sharp teeth viciously tearing the body, with blood gushing and permeating all around.

Red Dog coughed painfully, under the pincer attack of the two, he was almost at his limit, yet he remained arrogantly defiant, unafraid of death.

In the end, the massacre became tedious, just simple slashing, killing, stabbing. The injuries on all three increased, until they were almost all drenched in blood.

In a careless moment, Red Dog seemed to be caught by exhaustion; he was careless for a moment, Rage-Bite decisively pierced his body, tearing away layers of armor.

Fragments flew everywhere, and in Bologue’s eyes was only the eerie smile of Red Dog.

Filled with the Power of the Extreme Realm, the Immovable Sword swung in a lethal arc, and just as it was about to completely shatter Bologue’s body, the arc swiftly shifted, slicing towards the other side at Lebius.