Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

"what--!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream, as if the soul had been utterly torn apart, echoed throughout the Sword Domain.

The dark energy representing the mad tyrant's origin contracted and expanded violently, finally collapsing like a punctured balloon into an extreme black dot, and then—

Vanished with a roar!

The countless icy blue sword blades suddenly stopped, and then, as if they had lost their target, slowly dissipated into the void.

The Infinite Sword Domain was deactivated, and the shattered Dark Sun Forest landscape reappeared, but the suffocating mental pollution pressure in the air had been greatly reduced.

Just as the mad owl's original essence was completely annihilated, a point of extremely condensed, yet no longer imbued with madness, pure dark energy floated in place like a firefly.

That was the purest knight-level essence, stripped of Samael's corruption and the mad owl's consciousness.

Zhang Yi reached out and drew that source of power into his hand. Feeling the immense power contained within, he pressed it into his brow without hesitation.

"boom!"

It felt like a thunderbolt had exploded inside my body!

A surge of immense energy, like a river bursting its banks, rushed wildly into his body.

On his tactical goggles, his ability index began to jump wildly, eventually surging by 2000 points and stabilizing at a high of 47000 points!

This is only the initial result of absorption; the remaining primordial power has settled in his body and needs time to be slowly digested.

However, at the very moment of Kuang Xiao's death, an extremely faint yet exceptionally clear mental thought, like a final burst of energy before death, entered the minds of Zhang Yi and Yang Xinxin.

That was the last vestige of clarity that the mad owl retained.

The voice was intermittent, a sign that his spirit was slowly fading away.

"Heh...heh...did you win? Too bad...you only killed...a mad...pathetic wretch..."

"If it were... me at my peak... you... wouldn't be able to kill me..."

"Be careful... in the Dark Sun Forest... there are many beings here... far more terrifying than me... I was corrupted like this back then... and lost myself..."

Zhang Yi's eyes narrowed, and he immediately used his mental power to ask, "Where are Burning Bone and Instant Meteor? Have you seen them?"

The fading consciousness responded intermittently: "...those two...the later intruders...they...went to the center...to find...the Night Witch..."

"The Night Witch...she...is...a hundred...a thousand times...more terrifying than me..."

The voice stopped abruptly here.

The last trace of the mad owl's existence vanished without a trace.

Zhang Yi and Yang Xinxin exchanged a glance, both seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.

Night Witch, a name that sounds ominous, was actually described by Mad Owl as being a hundred times more terrifying than him.

Just then, the surrounding environment began to change strangely.

Like a faded oil painting, the illusions created by the mental pollution of the madman have completely dissipated.

However, the figures of King Arthur, Indra, Benjamin Morgan, and others who were fighting each other began to blur and distort, and finally vanished completely like a bubble.

The true scene, which had been obscured by battle and illusion, was now laid bare before the two.

Where are the coalition camps now? Where are the allies who fought side by side?

They were standing on a mountain peak made up of countless giant white skeletons!

These skeletons were enormous, some with ribs like arched bridges and skulls like small mountains, exuding an aura of desolation and death.

Further away, there are towering, pitch-black mountains that constantly exude viscous black mist—the very embodiment of Samael's spiritual pollution.

The air was thick with the smell of decay and despair.

The seemingly intense "coordinated joint operation" just now, apart from the real battle between Zhang Yi and Yang Xinxin, and the brief support from Leibniz and Orion under the protection of the Apocalypse, was all a massive illusion created by Mad Owl using mental pollution before his death!

King Arthur and his companions may have already fallen into a frenzy of fighting their own battles the moment the mad owl launched its large-scale mental pollution campaign, and may even have already been swallowed up by the Dark Sun Forest.