Tristramy let out a morbid laugh.
But the next second, she heard a shrill scream.
"What’s going on?"
Tristramy looked around. Although she had no eyes, it didn’t affect her perception of her surroundings.
"Everything seems normal?"
"Domurray is still there, Yumit hasn’t moved, that kid..."
"Wait, why is Domurray still there? Why hasn’t he launched an attack?"
It was only then that Tristramy noticed sothing amiss, and then she heard Yumit’s familiar voice.
"You’ve only just noticed?"
"Notice what?"
Tristramy’s expression stiffened.
Shortly after, she felt a hand pressing on her shoulder, and the surrounding environnt underwent a cataclysmic change.
The entire hall was in ruins, with signs of battle everywhere, but what shocked her the most was deep within the hall.
Before the flickering Light Gate...
Corpses piled up!
"Domurray, Caesar, Bird..."
"They... they’re all dead?"
"What else did you expect?"
Yumit’s voice turned cold. Due to the uniqueness of his powers, he escaped earlier than Tristramy did, which was why he resolutely chose to stand by that man’s side rather than becoming his enemy.
"But... how is this possible?!"
"Why is it not possible?" Yumit retorted.
"Among those of the sa level, we are inherently weaker than those Bloodline Holders, and this guy is clearly one of the best... or perhaps a monster!"
"Haha, it’s truly ironic when you think about it."
"If you hadn’t spontaneously opened this door, how would these greedy guys have been so eager to co through one after another?"
"Giving him the chance to defeat them one by one!"
"If we had Lord Heinris’s orchestration, and our powers combined, it’s not just him; even if there were one more, we could easily crush them."
"But now..."
"Haha, the powers under Lord Heinris’s control may be completely severed here. If the door remains open, he can keep killing!"
Yumit’s voice was icy and pierced right into Tristramy’s heart. It was only now she realized sothing, attempting to muster her power to stop it all, but nothing happened after a mont.
"It’s too late."
"Everything is too late."
"There are only two ways to make him stop." Yumit said slowly.
"What thods?"
Tristramy did not care about the life and death of others; she simply didn’t want Roger to take advantage due to her actions.
"One is if everyone is dead."
"The other is if he gets tired."
As soon as the words fell, the Light Gate deep in the hall collapsed with a roar, and only then did the blood-soaked Roger stop.
Truly covered in blood, and given his physical condition, he had many injuries that could not heal quickly.
To speed things up, Roger adopted a life-for-life fighting style even when ambushing, using various ans. Although he killed so people, he himself also suffered significant injuries.
Crack!
A slight exertion shattered the skull beneath his feet, and with a casual wave, a wisp of black smoke passed through, piercing the chest of a body.
Killing these Immortals from other Soul Realms not only weakened the opponent’s strength but more importantly...
In the Hunter’s Cabin, the overwhelming energy almost burst Roger, and without ti to convert it, he had to release it madly.
Slowly turning around, even though he was covered in wounds, his dominance was greater than before.
Yumit had long retreated to the side, leaving only Tristramy facing Roger from afar.
"I truly regret it!"
Tristramy laughed manically, "Why didn’t I kill you without hesitation when we first t!"
"You’ve toyed with others’ fates, but in the end, fate toyed with you. In this regard, it seems no one can escape."
The injuries on his body were healing as Roger walked step by step towards Tristramy.
"You won’t have !!"
She roared, suddenly standing up, a terrifying power accumulating within her, but the next second.
Shhh!
A pitch-black sword pierced through the back of her head, then thrust out from her mouth.
The pitch-black sword was held in a pitch-black hand, belonging to a body that should only exist in the shadows.
Seeing this scene, Yumit’s body trembled slightly, "Shadow... this is a power that should have disappeared long ago."
Pugh!
Tristramy’s body was split into two, and the remaining power completely disappeared.
"I have taken your strength, as for your body..."
The distant shadow rged with Roger, looking at the place where Tristramy vanished, leaving his last words, and then turning to Yumit.
"Now it’s just you left."
"Don’t kill ."
Yumit raised both hands high, and before him, a pitch-black weapon turned into black smoke.
"Don’t kill , I can be useful to you."
"This Soul Realm is jointly controlled by the three of us, but now it belongs to you. You’ve killed so many Immortals; they all co from different Soul Realms. It won’t be long before the news reaches Master Heinris."
Yumit quickly said.
"I admit your strength is formidable, but that is only relative to us. In fact, the situation just now is almost impossible to replicate."
"Change the combat environnt, no need for many, more than four can make it a tie with you, and any more will surely..."
Yumit murmured, but his aning was clear.
"And Master Heinris, as the Controller of the entire region, is stronger than all of us combined!"
"You are no match for him."
"But if you are willing to help with a task, I can hand over control of this Soul Realm to you, which might buy you so ti."
"Ti to escape this world."
"Let’s hear it."
Roger nodded.
According to Emil, gathering the Quint-elent to form a whole is called the First Ring.
And Emil’s strength, even if not reaching the Second Ring, should be very close.
There are many Transcendents who value quality over quantity, focusing their research on only a few rules, most of whom co from high-energy worlds.
The gathering of several abilities is often ticulously designed and prepared for the pri ability.
But for soone like Roger, born in a low-energy world, striving to gather enough for a Tri-elent or Quint-elent structure is very challenging.
Under such circumstances, the pieced-together Power of Rules is naturally much diminished.
Their mindset and perseverance are much stronger than those Transcendents from high-energy worlds, except for a few rare geniuses.
The overall strength is actually slightly lower.
So, comparing Emil’s strength, the power of Heinris is undoubtedly formidable.
"I’ve said, this is just a bigger cage."
"But now you have the qualification to exile ..."
"At that ti, I will lose all my power, mory, but my soul can be completely liberated."
"Then start anew."
Yumit replied.
"Start anew..." Roger repeated.
"How do you know if the forr you made the sa choice as today?"
Roger’s words were cutting.
"It’s just that after starting anew, one chooses the sa path again, cutting through thorns forwards, becoming the so-called Immortal."
His voice was flat, but his words shook Yumit’s heart.
His eyes flickered until after a long ti they settled down.
"Otherwise?"
Yumit opened his hands.
"Do I have any other choices?"
"The current Immortality is actually decay."
"Starting anew at least provides another chance to choose... or struggle a bit longer."
"Even the humblest hope is better than none."
Yumit said with a bitter smile.
"You do have other choices."
Roger clenched his fist.
"Death is the greatest fear."
"The longer you live, the deeper the fear."
"No one will willingly let go, soday you will understand my choice."
Letting out a long sigh, Yumit shifted the topic.
"So, will you help?"
Roger thought for a mont.
"Let’s go, take to the center of this world."
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