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This group of people was none other than space mercenaries armed to the teeth. Their armor was incredibly sophisticated, clearly the elite of the elite. They quickly searched the location where the Blood Eye had disappeared, then exchanged information with each other.

“No traces of an intruder found.”

“What a formidable fellow, to be able to evade our senses. How did he do it?”

“That's not important. What matters is that he's inside now! We must catch him!”

“The Chairman is asleep. He will disturb the Chairman's rest.”

“Damn it, how could we make such a big mistake? This will ruin our evaluation for the year! We'll be selling our asses in the lower worlds!”

“Oh, my God! He even used the proliferation bubble. That's where the purest spatial particles are. Is he courting death!”

“Too late, sound the alarm immediately. We have to catch up to him!”

Anxious voices spread through the channel. Suddenly, the space among them twisted, and a burly figure appeared. Seeing him, all the mercenaries placed their hands on their chests and saluted, respectfully calling out.

“Lord Ters.”

Ters was an extremely robust and sturdy man, and unlike the other mercenaries, he wasn't equipped with armor, wearing only a simple casual outfit. The open chest revealed a thick growth of black chest hair, like weeds. As soon as he stepped out of the space tunnel, he frowned and looked at the direction where the Blood Eye had disappeared, then closed his eyes. After a few seconds, he couldn't help but let out a deep sigh. “Indeed, the feeling I had before was correct. But how did he survive my Violet Crystal Storm?”

“Lord Ters, did you discover him before?” a mercenary asked.

“What do you want to say?” Ters glared at him unceremoniously. “Are you going to tell me that this is all because of me that he escaped? Or are you blaming me for not stopping him?”

“I wouldn't dare,” the mercenary quickly lowered his head, showing his submission to Ters. In fact, he had to submit.

Because he was facing a king.

The Seven Halls of Breaking Light, 'Radiance', Ters. A man who controlled the power of lightning. In the field of electrical energy, he was invincible. Even if all the planetary-level experts in the entire headquarters were combined, they wouldn't match a single one of his fingers. His power had reached the peak of the stellar level. He was the second strongest warrior among the Seven Halls of Breaking Light.

His most frequently said sentence was: “I am the lightning, and my will is the will of the lightning. When lightning and sparks flash across the sky, the whole world will boil because of me.”

He didn't fail this statement. In a certain battle with a higher civilization, he alone triggered the electrical energy tremors of three planets, turning all matter, including the planets, into dust in the vibration of the electrical light. Hundreds of millions of lives were destroyed by him. The entire Third World was in awe of his name.

He was Ters. The king of electricity.

Imagine, as an ordinary mercenary, how could he dare to question his words?

Looking at the trembling mercenary, Ters nodded in satisfaction. Then he said, “I understand your desire to shirk responsibility. But I also want you to know that responsibility is a burden for you, but for me, it's just a meaningless excuse. What if I take on this responsibility? Would the councilors punish me?”

“A bunch of fools!”

“Yes, sir,” all the mercenaries lowered their heads, not daring to meet Ters's gaze.

Only then did Ters slowly say to them, “This intruder is more dangerous than you think. Although I discovered him, I could only sense his approximate location, and I used the Violet Lightning Storm. But he obviously survived the Violet Lightning Storm. I don't know why, but I think, if you were to face such an existence, the only result would be that you would all be killed.”

“Now, do you still blame me for not stopping him?”

“No... we... we were wrong...” The mercenary who had asked the question was already covered in sweat, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Yes, they hadn't noticed it until Ters reminded them. This terrifying intruder had survived the Violet Lightning Storm. They knew very well the power of the Violet Lightning Storm. To survive in such an environment, how could their strength compare? Just as Ters said, if they faced him, the result would be that they would all be killed cleanly.

Thinking of this, the mercenary dared not say more, and hurriedly saluted and retreated. But before he had gone far, he seemed to remember something and asked.

“Lord Ters. The intruder has already entered, should we...”

“No need,” Ters waved his hand indifferently, his gaze falling into the depths of the distant sub-space.

“To be able to escape from my mental perception, I admit your ability. But you won't imagine what you are about to face.”

“That's a man even I have to revere...”

He said so, his eyes slightly narrowed………

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At the same time, Blood Eye was struggling on the border between life and death.

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He didn't expect the environment to be so harsh after entering the rift.

This was a vast and endless tunnel. Everywhere were broken fragments of space and chaotic energy torrents. All normal rules were invalid here. Even his body showed signs of collapse. The power of the abyss could barely be used, but it could no longer be suppressed. Therefore, Blood Eye could only shrink himself into a bubble, relying on his tyrannical, star-level body to resist everything before him.

His skin cracked, blood vessels and tendons exposed. Then it quickly turned gray. A large amount of bio-energy overflowed from his body, dissipating in just a few minutes. His once powerful mental sense couldn't even extend out, only able to maintain a thin layer outside Blood Eye's body.

Inside the bubble were dense spatial particles, which was the only good news for Blood Eye. Although he couldn't absorb this thing, he could use it as a tool to release it, forming a thin protective layer along the outer edge of the bubble.

This was his only means of protection at the moment.

In the darkness, the bubble was still falling at high speed. It seemed that every second was a distance of hundreds of millions of kilometers. Blood Eye didn't know where the end was, but he could keenly feel that he was heading towards disappearance.

Yes, it was disappearance, not death.

The reason for not using death to describe it was because Blood Eye couldn't even wait for the moment of death to arrive. In this wonderful tunnel, everything about him was losing the basis of its existence. Body, spirit, psionic power, even consciousness... there were no rules to support them. This was different from any space he had experienced.

Normal space, sub-space, even anti-space. No matter how harsh, the existence of an individual could not be erased. Because existence itself was a primitive underlying rule. No matter how harsh the environment, it could not be replaced or denied.

But it was different here.

Everything, everything was in an illegal state. Including Blood Eye's body and soul.

He, was being denied... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation..)

ps: Second update