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The second explosion followed immediately, its roar almost overlapping with the echo of the first. The shockwave swept across again, causing the people who had just regained their footing to stagger once more.

Then came the third, the fourth… like the drumbeats of death, each explosion causing the viscous red light on the altar to tremble and distort violently, its color visibly dimming from deep blood red to an ominous pink. Fine, spiderweb-like cracks even began to appear at the edges of the light, as if a piece of glass that had endured too many blows was about to shatter completely at any moment.

The red protective shield teetered on the brink of collapse, each impact pushing it to its limit, its light flickering like a candle in the wind.

Xu Hao's heart leaped into his throat as he stared intently at the increasingly thinning layer of red light. Finally, under the destructive energy impact of the penultimate all-nitrogen anion salt device, the struggling layer of red light emitted a faint yet clearly audible "crack," like ice shattering, before violently shrinking inward, turning into specks of scarlet light that completely dissipated in the raging torrent of energy!

The altar was completely exposed! Before anyone could react, the fuse of the last bomb was triggered!

Another deafening explosion rang out. This time, without any protection, the terrifying energy struck the ancient altar squarely!

The altar, made of a hard, unknown material, was instantly blasted open with a hideous gap. Countless fine cracks spread out like lightning, charred marks were imprinted on it, debris flew everywhere, and the entire altar groaned under the strain!

"No—!!!" A piercing, distorted scream, completely inhuman, tore through the chaotic air, filled with endless resentment, madness, and despair.

"You all must die! You all must die!!!"

It's Thursday!

His eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted with extreme anger and pain. He no longer cared about any enemies, and even ignored the raging aftershocks of the explosion around him. His entire body transformed into a blurry black shadow, and with a resolute determination to perish together with his enemies, he charged madly toward the heavily damaged altar!

His speed was extreme, leaving a shrill trail in the air, his target clear—the altar on the verge of collapse!

"Bang!!" A dull, teeth-grinding impact rang out. Thursday didn't simply crash into the altar; the instant his body made contact, it seemed to lose its form, like ink dripping into water, and began to strangely and rapidly merge into the altar's broken structure!

His flesh, bones, and even his energy form transformed into a viscous, writhing shadow substance that actively and greedily seeped into the breach and spreading cracks in the altar.

On the ancient stone surface of the altar, where Thursday had merged, a strange, living ripple appeared, as if the cold stone had been endowed with some kind of sinister life.

The shadow matter reacted violently and silently with the altar's material, emitting a hissing sound, like concentrated acid corroding metal.

The altar runes, which had been dimmed by the explosion, lit up again where Thursday had merged, but the light was no longer the dark red it had been before. Instead, it was a deeper, more ominous black mixed with Thursday's mad resentment, and interspersed with streaks of blood.

In just a few breaths, Thursday's figure completely disappeared, and he and the scarred altar merged into one in a chilling way!

The altar seemed to have transformed into a living being with a twisted soul, radiating an unprecedented aura of evil and madness.

Xu Hao was shocked; Thursday's bizarre actions sent chills down his spine.

This is absolutely not suicide!

The evil and madness emanating from the altar, far more terrifying than ever before, clearly foreshadowed an unprecedented catastrophe.

What exactly does he want to do? Or rather, what did he become after merging with this altar?!

Just as he was filled with doubt and uncertainty, the ground beneath his feet suddenly trembled!

It wasn't the tremor of an explosion's aftershocks, but a deeper, more fundamental shaking, as if the very foundations of the world were crumbling.

Immediately afterwards, from the center of that strangely fused altar, circles of indescribable "halo" began to ripple outwards.

It wasn't light in the traditional sense, but more like... ripples of "existence".

These ripples are silent, yet they carry a domineering power that strips away all color, like a paintbrush from the highest dimension dipping into ink called "nothingness" and smearing wildly on the canvas of reality!

The first target the ripples swept over was the Crimson Moon Demon, which was closest to the altar and had just been struggling and howling in the aftershocks of the explosion.

The crimson scales on that enormous body, which resembled burning flames, seemed to have their "red" connotation instantly stripped away and erased the moment they came into contact with the ripples!

It didn't fade; rather, it completely lost its color properties, turning into a lifeless, dull, dark gray.

Immediately afterward, the grayness spread like a virus, abruptly halting the Crimson Moon Demon's frenzied movements. Its massive body stiffened and petrified at a visible speed, its skin revealing a rough, rock-like texture. It remained in its lunging, roaring posture, but had already transformed into a colossal, somber statue.

But this was only the beginning. The petrification process did not stop; fine cracks began to appear on the surface of the gray statue, rapidly spreading across its entire body like a spider web.

There was no loud cracking sound, only a chilling, subtle "rustling" sound.

Under Xu Hao's horrified gaze, the massive stone statue began to silently disintegrate and peel away from its edges and cracks, turning into the finest, colorless gray-white powder. As if blown away by an invisible wind, it fluttered down and drifted into the air, eventually disappearing completely, as if it had never existed.

All that remained was an empty, colorless ground.

But the terrible ripples did not stop; they continued to spread outwards at an alarming speed.

Xu Hao watched helplessly as everything around him underwent the same process: the lingering magical glow on the ground, the colorful equipment and shields on the adventurers, even the colors of their skin and hair... All colors were stripped away the moment the ripples swept across, and the world was as if it had been forcibly reduced in dimension, rapidly collapsing from a vibrant, colorful world into an ancient silent film with only black, white, and gray colors!

The air seemed to grow thin and cold, and a sense of fear originating from existence itself began to envelop the hearts of everyone who was still alive.