Chapter 2265: Chapter 2260: Ominous Signs

Can you feel it? This pontifical bestowal.

The Witch’s actions are so natural that apart from that undeniable resolve for slaughter, there’s not even a hint of emotions like disgust.

And although it’s unclear if the prisoners have once again exploded under psychological pressure, Fu Qian is very aware that their physiological stress is like a candle in the wind.

"Ugh—"

This time, Lord Inner Diplomat only had time to make a brief comment before entering the exclamation phase.

The stars spilling from the Witch’s hands once again have gathered with their countless identical counterparts into a dark galaxy.

And in the direction where the galaxy surges, fog, blood, insects... all things seem to be hugely drawn, suddenly slowed.

Inversed with distance, yet not truly the gravity of celestial bodies.

The reason for this is that, although only able to feel a sliver, Fu Qian still tends to believe it’s a conceptual devouring, as if everything entangled within is being forced into the universe’s true dark side.

And another reason, actually also why only a sliver can be felt—is that the "dark galaxy" is still some distance away.

By logic, with one’s current state of perception, it shouldn’t be visible.

Yet with that "conceptual dissemination," one is indeed seeing it.

And not only seeing it but even continuing to see a sharp-headed, red-robed insect quickly freezing in its sight.

...

Circling is fine, each circle gifting you something, until there’s no scrambling space left.

The Witch’s strategy is indeed too simple, overly powerful.

The prisoners, brilliant with schemes, appear to lack a reasonable response to this straightforward tactic.

You can’t not hold back, can you? The speed of greedy adventurers delving deeper is indeed too fast.

But if you want to hold back, as analyzed earlier, this is already the best survival measure for Lord Inner Diplomat.

Yet under one round of increasing stakes after another, they finally got caught by the tail.

Crash—

At that moment, the sea of blood surprisingly didn’t slow down like before.

After that captured body no longer made a sound, the remaining insects instead squawked loudly in unison, the descent of the blood sea even accelerated, almost reaching the scalp.

Crack—

However, still sooner, it was that supposed "Inner Diplomat" who got submerged to the scalp.

When the dark galaxy that had captured them surged on unabated, the "dark side" completely enveloped them.

What followed was that body beginning to fold in an extremely abstract manner.

All structures, at that moment, seemed to collapse inward into a singularity, transforming into the unknowable felt beyond vision from the Witch’s hand.

Although no sound emerged, it seemed the victim’s struggle could still be felt, and even the fragility of "the elemental self."

A theoretically divine body, instantly unrecognizable—

Crack! Crack!

Yet soon followed a strange sound, and fragments resembling structures flew from the collapsed folding body.

Completely identical shapes, sharp as awns, a V shape with one long and one short side, surface constantly morphing with black and white ripples.

Compared to the victim, those things seemed not too bound by the "dark side," each drawing an arc in mid-air, even slowly descending under gravity.

Indeed Lord Destiny Snake is also present.

Fu Qian still hasn’t moved but easily recognized them as scales.

Not long before, similar tricks were seen.

The epitome of luck expressed, evolving near instantaneously into targeted immune scales in almost nonexistent time.

Even when facing unavoidable damage, also able to slow the process by peeling off later.

Undoubtedly, it’s Lord Life Snake’s specialty, causing no small trouble before.

Even now seemed successfully troubling the Witch.

The dark side’s devouring of the "Inner Diplomat" suddenly slowed at that moment.

Not only slow as still, even the latter’s body showed a sliver of instinctual struggle.

Crack—

With another strange sound, the "Inner Diplomat" along with that point devouring them had vanished directly from their original place.

...

Always low-key Lord Destiny Snake, seeing the Prisoner Alliance about to be torn apart head-on, finally couldn’t help but take action.

Honestly, Fu Qian once imagined a more active situation for them, but after the last mission, that bouncing state couldn’t really be maintained.

As for having the energy yet not using earlier but dragging to rescue—prisoners tend to believe the Witch wouldn’t gamble.

Indeed, Fu Qian believes to understand it.

Even though the "Inner Diplomat" was trapped, but the blood sea descended suddenly sped up, clearly due to the effort of other prisoners

If the Witch was intent on eliminating this one, being too occupied to care otherwise, they wouldn’t mind revealing briefly to pressure.

Best case scenario would be winning outright, but clearly, they didn’t have such confidence.

One reason being Fu Qian still assisting nearby, another being prisoners tending to believe the Witch would brake mid-process in this deadly game.

Overall, the opponent’s pressure move earlier likely belonged to surrounding Wei to rescue Zhao.

Most manifested is after the successful escape of the "Inner Diplomat," the blood sea again ceased its descent.

Retreating decisively, this round was temporarily halted.

"He carries an unhealable mark, continually affecting everyone."

It seemed like another empty moment, yet the Witch hadn’t delayed a second, already turned to softly confirm with Fu Qian, without avoiding being overheard.

So planting a "dark side seed," huh? For these five intertwined Superiors, indeed a good targeted method.

"Shall we continue?"

Fu Qian nodded slightly.

"Continue."

The Witch said this to the Interlocutor.

After all, not a human body, the latter’s height is still substantial, at this moment the parts considered top hair already touching that blood color.

Going on stained with the same special rust as Fu Qian’s hand, limbs continuously torn.

Yet after witnessing so many operations, the latter seemed indifferent.

Even including facing the Witch’s command, like a walking dead, proceeded straight to the next door—again Alarakir.

Yes, this time stopped before the red-brown door.

Yet at the moment of raising the hand to open the door, the Interlocutor suddenly, turning abnormally, looked beside.

But saw the two giving orders, this time had yet ignored him.

One leading, the other behind, the Dark Moon Cult Leader who just wielded supreme power continued to the adjacent door.

The prior even opened the book in hand.

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