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But... what does it matter? The resistance makes the conquest all the more interesting, doesn’t it?
Chaotic even shook its dark fur as it descended onto a mountain peak, Lurking Energy Demon Pattern continuously finding a comfortable position to lie down. Its relaxed demeanor seemed to convey a message to Qian Mo...
“Come on! I’m here in your world, making my mark. Not convinced? Just wait right there!”
Qian Mo was certain he fully grasped the meaning behind Chaotic's arrogant display, a smirk creeping onto his youthful face.
Show-off? That’s something I excel at too! And I’m also good at slapping faces!
The Otherworldly Ink Pen floated in the air as Qian Mo swiftly changed his hand seals. At the same time, runes that had been cast into the Coffin Realm appeared directly at his joints, scattering into waves that closely resembled those of Chaotic and Lurking Energy Demon Pattern. However, while Chaotic's energy waves matched its pitch-black color, Qian Mo's transformed waves were bright red, with faint golden specks that were not very prominent.
Looking at the spreading red waves, Qian Mo couldn't help but twitch his lips; this was hardcore—a bloody lesson!
Fortunately, this bloody lesson proved to be astonishingly effective! Initially, Chaotic had reservations about what kind of powerful runes a mere child could draw. But as the waves spread out, it realized something was terribly wrong!
In its perception, each time Lurking Energy Demon Pattern returned to its body, the force it brought back diminished increasingly. The essence of this Embalming Coffin Realm seemed to have been completely locked down by that blood-red light wave, causing the entire world to stabilize and clarify once more.
Moreover, it could sense that this newborn Embalming Coffin Realm, which originally seemed devoid of consciousness, began to fiercely reject its presence—like a territory awakened from slumber by an intruder, revealing its claws and fangs.
“This is bad... Continuing like this is just futile. There are still a group of Embalmers watching me from outside. Enough benefits have been gained; it's time to leave!”
Dividing its power to resist the Embalming Coffin Realm's overwhelming pressure, Chaotic began to consider retreating. After all, it had originally fallen into slumber only to be drawn here by the Boundary Induction fluctuations. Having just awakened and still feeling somewhat clumsy with its powers, fighting against a group of relatively strong opponents seemed like an unwise gamble for someone as cunning as it.
Transforming back into a streak of black light, Chaotic was not one to hesitate... or so it thought. In an instant, it aimed to pierce through the boundary membrane and believed that in its sudden burst of speed, those seemingly weakened foes below would be unable to stop it!
But reality is always cruel; danger often becomes unavoidable before one even realizes it.
As the black light collided with the boundary membrane, it abruptly halted and was sent soaring high by a tremendous rebound force before quickly plummeting back down. Dazed and disoriented from the spinning body, Chaotic found itself bewildered... What on earth? Why can’t I get out?!
At that moment, anyone could see—the tide had turned!
Having suffered a massive backlash, Chaotic lay in the valley now questioning its very existence.
Common folk only know of the Four Fiends as treacherous and exceptionally cruel. Yet they remain unaware of their specific abilities.
After all, too much time has passed since their era; few remember their glorious existence in this world.
And Chaotic, as The First of the Four Fiends, held its greatest strength in—nothingness.
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