Chapter 720: Chapter 26: No Rest Until Death

A glint flashed in Cyrus’s eyes, and he immediately asked, “Where? Specific location!”

Around him, spiritual power began to surge, clearly prepared to strike with thunderous force at any moment. Next to him, Ragnar’s anger was rising, the insignia of the Sky Hunters glowing faintly on his chest, with fiery Elemental Energy gathering in his hand, emitting a low howl like a beast poised to strike.

Inside the dimensional bubble, the atmosphere tightened instantly!

Lynch’s spiritual power was highly concentrated, the power of the Triple Domain within him ready to launch; Vanilla gripped the Cross Sword in her arms fiercely, her fiery eyes burning with battle intent, her body slightly crouched, as though she was about to tear through space and charge out!

However, Kong remained calm. She gently raised her hand, making a “stay calm” gesture, and calmly whispered, “Relax. This is a Rule-level Witchcraft crafted by my teacher, specifically for hiding and evasion. Lai Ou’s perception is indeed peculiar, being able to roughly locate our ’crevice’ is already quite skilled.”

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She even raised a subtle confident curve at the corner of her mouth: “But to rely solely on Domain-level strength to ’dig’ us out from this independent dimension protected by Rule Power? Unless he uses Rule-level power himself, it’s absolutely impossible.”

As if to corroborate Kong’s words—

Outside, the tentacles on Lai Ou’s nose that were frantically moving pointed towards a general direction, then began futilely piercing and sucking at the air, trying to grasp something real, but continuously pierced through the void in vain. The cruel excitement on his face gradually froze, then turned into a trace of irritation and disbelief.

The small eyes at the tip of his nose flickered intermittently with red light, eventually dimming, and those disgusting tentacles begrudgingly retracted, the cracks on his skin rapidly healing and returning to normal, except his complexion was very unpleasant.

“Damn it!”

With a growl of discontent, Lai Ou’s voice fractured like ice, “It’s a spatial rule-based hiding witchcraft! Very high level! I can only confirm they are roughly still hidden in this area’s spatial folds, but can’t pull them out!”

Cyrus’s brows furrowed: “No way at all?”

Lai Ou shrugged, spreading his hands, his tone tinged with helplessness and a subtle smoldering frustration: “Unless they voluntarily come out, or we have someone here who is adept in spatial rules, forcibly tearing apart this area’s spatial structure for indiscriminate attacks might have a chance of forcing them out.”

“But that kind of consumption is too great, not worth it. Now… we can only wait here and see whose patience holds out.”

Cyrus’s brows furrowed even tighter.

His gaze swept over the seemingly empty void ahead, then looked up towards the direction leading to the 95th Floor entrance, a look of weighing his options in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, he seemed to have made a decision, speaking coldly, “No need to waste time here with them. The maturity period for the Lost Fruit is nearing, which is the most important.”

As if they could hear him, he left a few cold and harsh words towards the direction of Lynch’s hideout: “Count yourselves lucky! I’ll let you hide a bit longer. Once at the 95th Floor, let’s see how long you can hide! Let’s move!”

He didn’t hesitate any longer, turned into a streak of light, and sped towards the direction of the upper entrance. Despite his reluctance, Ragnar shot a fiercely hostile glare at the void but quickly followed suit. Lai Ou snorted coldly as well, his imposing figure wrapped in coldness, heavy steps following closely behind.

Three powerful presences swiftly departed, eventually disappearing completely into the fog of the Broken Swamp.

Inside the dimensional bubble, only then did the three relax a bit. Vanilla clicked her tongue, “Tch, they’re lucky to run fast.”

Lynch watched their departing direction with deep insight, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Retracting his gaze, he and Kong each sat cross-legged within the independent dimension, gathering their spirits and entering a state of meditation.

After a while.

Kong first exited meditation. After carefully perceiving the outside, confirming no mistake, she stood up and said, “Their spiritual fluctuations have been gone for a long time, and the distance is very far, they should have truly left, heading directly to the upper level. We should be almost ready to go out.”

She extended her hand, the metal sphere that fell to the ground responded as if summoned and flew back to her hand. As she withdrew her magic power, the silver-white bubble-like light membrane enveloping the three receded rapidly like a tide, eventually fully merging into the sphere.

The surrounding space emitted an almost imperceptible soft hum, and the three returned to the Main Material Plane of the Broken Swamp, the damp, rotten atmosphere flooding back.

Without delay, the three continued swiftly towards the direction of the 95th Floor entrance.

On the way, Lynch reflected on the recent encounter, particularly Ragnar’s presence in the Tower of Order’s team, which puzzled him, leading him to ask Kong, his companion, “The Lost Tower’s quota is so precious, each witch realm treasures it. How could the Tower of Order spare such a valuable quota to someone like Ragnar… an outsider?”

Even for the Four Great Witch Realms, the Domain-level Lost Tower quota is only three names each.

Although Ragnar was a Domain Wizard, he originated from Sky World’s Free Wizard, not affiliated with any formal Wizard Organization under the Supreme Council, let alone the Tower of Order.

Kong said, “You’re asking about Ragnar?”

She paused and explained, “It seems you don’t know what happened later. Ragnar no longer belongs to Sky World anymore; he’s officially joined the Land of Freedom and is directly under the Tower of Order jurisdiction.”

Saying this, her tone carried a hint of mystery and teasing laughter, adding, “Moreover, he didn’t join through ordinary recruiting or cooperation, but through the—Soul Slave Contract.”

“Soul Slave Contract?” Lynch was stunned, this answer was completely unexpected.

Any Domain Wizard stands at the top level of the world, possessing immense autonomy and dignity, almost impossible to accept such a contract with absolute enslavement. Especially for someone like Ragnar who is accustomed to freedom, it’s unimaginable.

Kong affirmed Lynch’s surprise, continuing, “That’s right, the most stringent Soul Slave Contract. Furthermore, the effect of this contract is directly bound to Rule-level. This means even if he miraculously breaks through to become a Rule Wizard, he remains a slave to the Tower of Order, unable to escape.”

She clicked her tongue twice, “A slave with great potential, possibly reaching Rule-level, the Tower of Order would certainly invest resources in him, including this precious Tower quota. It’s quite the bargain as a long-term investment.”

Lynch was even more perplexed: “What’s going on? How could he fall to this point?” This doesn’t fit a Domain Wizard’s behavior logic at all.

Kong pursed her lips, her expression showing a bit of playful spectacle, glancing at Lynch, “Speaking of which, this thing’s source is all because of you.”

“Because of me?” Lynch was even more bewildered.

“Yes,” Kong explained, “That guy got severely beaten by you last time outside; his body and soul suffered extremely severe injuries, nearly reaching collapse. Somehow, he ended up in the hands of the Tower of Order.”

“To survive and obtain resources to heal those nearly unhealable injuries, he had nowhere to turn, forced to sign this slave-like contract with the Tower of Order, thus gaining the chance to live and the qualification to enter the Lost Tower for healing and breakthrough attempts.”

With this, she looks at Lynch with a teasing tone, “So, understandably, how much hatred he has for you now, right? Practically sharing the same sky is impossible.”

Upon hearing this, Lynch was speechless. He didn’t expect that the battle back then would indirectly lead to such consequences.

Kong retracted her smile, seriously reminding, “Well then, be extra careful. Now, Ragnar is truly ’undying and unyielding.’ His only goal in life is likely revenge on you. Inside the Tower, he absolutely won’t hesitate to target you.”

Speaking as the three had traversed the last area of the Broken Swamp, arriving at the entrance to the 95th Floor. It was a shadowy vortex, continuously twisting and rotating, emanating energy fluctuations far more terrifying than those at the lower entrance, seemingly leading to some unknown abyss.

Exchanging a vigilant glance, each checked their status again, and without hesitation, together they stepped into the entry to the ultimate Domain-level.

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