"Want to run? Did you ask first?" The slick fellow, being the closest, rushed in directly. However, before he could approach his opponent, he was swept into a vortex.
A mont later, the fellow struggled out of the vortex, but the enemy had already left.
The fellow’s slick appearance was now unrecognizable, replaced by a disheveled look akin to a beggar. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, indicating that he had been injured.
An injury that could make an eighth-tier bleed was no ordinary wound.
"It’s a Void Trap. They’ve set up Void Traps here. Everyone, be careful." Suddenly, soone spoke up.
"We can’t stay here any longer. I have a bad feeling sothing terrible is going to happen."
Just as he finished speaking, the entire world suddenly shook. Then, cracks appeared in mid-air. This was not the sky breaking apart, but a problem with the entire world.
"This is bad. A massive Magic Array is destroying this world. They’re utterly mad, wanting to annihilate an eighth-tier Outer World completely." So who understood the situation first realized the enemy’s intent.
These people were not weak. For most, destroying a normal world was easy, but no one would do so.
Because once done, they’d be tracked by the world’s will, severely affecting their progress and tasks thereafter. So, the vast majority had never destroyed a world.
If soone had done so, they would surely be miserable now. But they hadn’t expected soone to go mad enough to destroy a high-tier world, an eighth-tier Outer World.
And what’s more, they’re using a high-level Magic Array covering the entire world. The resources consud are by no ans a small number.
"Those despicable bastards must have been preparing all along, just waiting for us to co in."
"It’s not good. We have no way of leaving this world. None of our thods work."
So used various techniques to break the world’s seal, but to no avail. Many panicked, running around, hoping to find any possible loopholes in the world.
But there was no way. So who ran recklessly even got caught in Void Traps. These traps were formidable, especially near the core territory area. Once entered, even eighth-tier individuals would sustain injuries.
Those at the seventh-tier who ran into them didn’t even have a chance to escape and perished on the spot.
So took out their frustrations on the enemy below, turning the entire territory into ruins in an instant. It was no longer a scene of earthly devastation because everyone had been reduced to smithereens.
So, still not satisfied, continued their attack on the ground, but more turned their gaze to the sky.
At this mont, a piece of the sky had already shattered, with chaotic energies ferociously tearing at the fractured space. This was the power of the Outer World’s own turmoil, along with a part of the world’s will in chaos.
With the world fragnted, escape was impossible even from there. If they were normal eighth-tier powerhouses, there might be a chance, but they were not; they were products of the world’s will.
Their very being was highly flawed; forcibly entering such a place was a dead end.
Yet, not entering ant even less chance of survival once the world collapsed.
With this realization, so gritted their teeth, saying, "Everyone, now is the ti to fight for our lives. We must venture in, the longer we wait, the more dangerous it becos. Is anyone with ?"
He knew he couldn’t make it on his own, so he thought that teaming up might provide a chance.
But others said, "Wait until more of the world breaks, then the Magic Array will definitely have loopholes, and we’ll be able to escape." This ca from those holding onto a sliver of hope.
In the end, most stayed, but a portion took the risk and entered the shattered space, embarking on an adventure.
Cracks in the world multiplied, eventually even affecting the world’s edges. Later, the edges began breaking faster, birthing storms at their boundaries.
Everything and everyone, once touched, were torn to pieces, leaving nothing behind.
A group was fleeing rapidly, but the storm behind them was even faster.
"No, we can’t outrun it."
"Then what should we do? Just stay here and die?" soone said angrily.
"Getting swept into the storm spells certain death. Even if we could resurrect in our ho world after dying in the Outer World, it wouldn’t matter. I’ve observed, in this special environnt, our souls would be torn apart."
If their souls were torn, their main bodies in the ho world would beco PVS, or essentially dead. What remained would be re flesh. For them, that was true death.
"So what now? Stay and die, or run and die—either way, we’re dood." Many broke down; this kind of death in the Outer World ant true death, sothing usually reserved for those above the seventh-tier. How did it co to this for people like them? They’d have preferred ignorance, at least they wouldn’t face the fear before death.
Most were indeed unaware, thanks to one among them acutely sensing the power of souls.
"I have a plan that might work." Soone spoke up.
"Then speak up! Don’t waste our ti."
The person hesitated but eventually said, "Suicide. Release our souls directly. Maybe there’s a chance to escape this world." No one expected him to suggest such a thod.
"What are you thinking? Suicide? You could co up with that?"
He said nothing more, nor did he explain. Seeing the Spatial Storm drawing closer, he decisively cut his own head off with a sword. The others were shocked by his action.
"I think we should try his thod. It might work, if staying here ans certain death anyway."
So were swayed and began to take action, but more were unwilling. Perhaps they couldn’t bear to give up even this one chance at death, hoping for another chance if all else failed.
So, so died, while more fled farther, but only a few felt the special change in their souls. Most never even had that chance.
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