The Shadow Lord saw that he was already in a position to escape.

The 'old friend' who had fought for tens of thousands of years was about to have a regrettable exit in this game, and the Chaos Vortex suddenly pulled into the distance, as if there was no concept of 'distance' in the direction he was traveling.

The night is now in a world that has been torn apart by the Chaos Frontier.

Looking up at the void above his head, the parts of the super-large battlefield that he had carefully designed were exposed to outer space, covered in haze-colored chaos.

It looked like a child looking at the candy in his hand and wanting to eat it at any moment.

Abruptly-

A large scaly hand poked out of the mist, and the Shadow Lord, hundreds of meters in size, was held in the palm of his hand like a worm.

The arms are engraved with complex and mysterious patterns, and the texture is dark but there is an inexplicable darkness flowing.

The lines depict a starry sky without light.

Gradually, the fog dissipated, and more of the old cultists were exposed, and the wriggling figure suddenly revealed its true face.

It was a strange mixture of the upper body of a giant and an octopus, and each arm carved a dull night sky, the texture spreading down its back, outlining rows of sharp thorns.

The giant's head resembles a fish with tentacles, and its ears have six pairs of wings similar to those of bats.

Facing the true face of chaos, the SAN value of the night jumped wildly the moment he saw the other party's face, and the judgment began immediately.

[Suffering a strong mental impact, SAN value judgment begins!] ……】

In just a moment, Cangye's SAN value dropped directly to about 20 [Crazy], and his spirit was out of control, and in the next time, he would enter the second judgment.

Fortunately, the invaded consciousness is actually in the auxiliary brain, and the main brain can disconnect from the manipulated auxiliary brain and isolate it in the first second before the mind is out of control.

The fully activated superbrain is strong enough to resist the intrusion of fear of the unknown.

The fear of confronting the Old Dominator is far more desperate than the madness of the black knife in hand, but fortunately, this is not a complete Old Dominator, and the night is not the same person as before.

Looking at the demeanor of the old cultists, the Shadow Lord is afraid that it is over, but the sixth sense of the night faintly feels that it is not simple.

This is a powerful creature that has been 'playing' with the Cultist for tens of thousands of years, even if it is not as good as its old enemy, and even if every game ends in death, but over time, the Shadow Lord may not have no means to threaten the other party.

One of the most important manifestations is that as soon as the old cultists arrived, they immediately launched an offensive against the Shadow Lord, and without the brain-eater, withering God's Choice, the lucky mage Barton, and his own overall plan, the old cultists did not stop chasing the lord with the highest intensity.

And it was precisely because he saw through this that Cangye secretly manipulated the major trialists to contain the old madmen.

……

The madman pinched the Shadow Lord with one hand, and the seven tentacles under him swayed gently, four tentacles stretched out into the distance, while five tentacles were visibly broken, and one was wounded and hung limply.

A total of seventeen tentacles, each of which has a combat power close to the level of a true god, and the Shadow Lord who has achieved the final individual is equivalent to five of them, and after the madman came out of the chaos, the new battlefield has been crumbling, and the rules of the plane have been inflicted with indelible wounds, and they have lost the ability to recreate.

It was only a matter of time before the battlefield was destroyed, and now, the cultist had a lot of time to play with this 'old friend' who had been with him for tens of thousands of years. 、

[Worm, do you understand what I'm saying?] 】

The madman smiled fiercely and cruelly, and his large one-eyed eyes peeked through the folds beneath his face.

It was a huge eye that was completely fishy yellow, revealing disgusting pus, and if you looked closely, you could even see nine irregularly distributed pupils inside the single eye, each of which reflected chaos and uncertainty of destruction and nothingness.

The Shadow Lord was silent, and the fluttering cloak continued to emit black gas, and the face of a human could be faintly seen inside each black air.

They are for revenge on the inhabitants of Yanan Town, who have become one with the lord.

With each shadow that detached, their form was much more illusory than before they fused, as if they could be instantly disillusioned at any moment.

A tentacle slowly stretched out, the tip licking the lord's revelation, and the vast and chaotic spiritual fluctuations immediately struck a rift of hundreds of miles in the plane.

[Old friend, you have failed again in this game. 】

The emotions conveyed were exuding excitement, and its wrist was exerted little by little, subtly controlling the retention of every wisp of black qi, torturing the 'old friend' in front of it with a method similar to Ling Chi.

[Rest assured, we still have a lot of time. 】

Nightshade captures a lot of footage from the mental fluctuations that the monster escapes.

The reason why it is only a half-finished old ruler is that mortals can't bear this indescribable chaos, and their spirits have already become crazy in tens of thousands of years in the sea of light.

For it was foolish for him to torture a captive who was still capable of resisting.

……

The Shadow Lord didn't react too much, allowing his enemies to torture him, as if it wasn't his own body that was being tortured.

But now, in the corners that the mad cultists can't see, every wisp of black qi that is dissipated will instantly accumulate a bit of dark energy, and the more the body is broken, the richer the energy will be accumulated.

And this pile of energy is extremely sublimated under the continuous compression of the lord, and the quality contained in it is terrifying!

I don't know how long it has been, the Shadow Lord has turned into an illusory and bleak shadow, transformed from an entity to a spirit, but it is still pinched by the large scaly hands, and the fingertips are constantly rubbing.

And as the last shadow flew out, the lord returned to his normal form, but the shrouded cloak was dyed a shocking dark red!

A destructive breath rippled out—

The Cultist was like pinching a landmine and trying to throw it out with his hot hands, but who would have thought that the Shadow Lord's illusory form would stick to the Cultist's hands like kraft candy.

The magnificent spiritual sea set off a monstrous wave at this moment.

Clinging to the opponent's hand, the Shadow Lord's form continued to dissipate under the collision with Chaos, but the dark red luster covering the cloak shone more and more.

Vague, vague, floating mental fluctuations suddenly came out of the lord......

[Let's destroy together.] 】

The hatred that had been accumulated for tens of thousands of years exploded completely at this moment.

In the next moment, Cangye was lucky enough to see the most shining fireworks in his life.