The instantaneous spatial perception was quite clear. The distance between the two Human-Faced Arachnids was extremely far. At the very least, it far exceeded the limits of the normal senses between Human-Faced Arachnids.
In other words, this was a collision that should not have occurred. Then was this a trap? A trap specifically targeted at the Human-Faced Arachnid, a trap targeted at An Weng?
Before An Weng could understand the root cause of the change in the situation, the clash between the Human-Faced Arachnids had already entered a white-hot state.
The hazy starry sky was filled with the powerful pressure of hostility. Number 3's body was forcefully warped. Every movement was an all-out confrontation between tangible and intangible forces. For this reason, the chaotic power within Number 3 revolved at a higher speed. It was like a boiler, crushing and incinerating all internal fuel in order to provide an even more powerful internal energy.
From An Weng's perspective, this was simply a calamity. After he abandoned his fleshly body, his soul was placed within Number 3's body, achieving a partial fusion. But in the end, they had not completely fused as one. There was still a considerable portion, the most crucial portion of his intelligence, that remained independent.
After Boiler Number 3 was activated, nearly a tenth of An Weng's soul region had evaporated in a few short seconds. Many of his memory materials had been wiped out in an instant, causing him to be slightly dazed. Only when Zheng Xiao, who was affected, let out a blood-curdling scream did An Weng suddenly wake up.
The kite string was about to break. How could the chain still be so sturdy?
A self-mocking thought flashed through An Weng's mind. He forced himself to forget the imminent threat of death. He poured his own power into the chain in an attempt to control Number 3 and break free from it.
The heavily chained crow was the only channel to contact the two Human-Faced Arachnids. It was also the main battlefield where the two Human-Faced Arachnids clashed. If An Weng wanted to destroy the clash, breaking the chain was the most effective method.
With An Weng's help, Number 3's power suddenly rose by a level. Her eight limbs plucked at the void, moving with all her might in an attempt to go against the chain.
The heavily chained crow became perfectly straight. The pulling force and the opposing force acted at the same time, causing the shaking of the chain to intensify. The vibrations of the chain connected into one, and finally turned into the sharp "weng weng" sound of a rubber band on the verge of collapse.
Just a bit more. Just a bit more...
The more intense the clash between the Human-Faced Arachnids, the more terrifying the internal pressure of Boiler Number 3 became. The domain of An Weng's soul continued to be corroded, but he still needed to accelerate the process to ensure the output of Number 3's power.
This was the stupidest kind of consumption, but in a rush, An Weng had no other choice.
At this moment, An Weng felt that he and the heavily chained crow were like two burning sticks of gunpowder. It was a matter of who would burn to the end first, ignite the explosives, and explode.
"The truth is above!"
"Buzz!"
The prayer and the trembling occurred at the same time. Another wave of collision exploded on the chains. The powerful impact finally broke through the limits of the heavily chained crow, causing it to suddenly lose its special structure and collapse with a hum.
03's body suddenly stopped as the chain was broken.
However, An Weng was not happy at all.
At this moment, the area of his soul had shrunk to two-thirds of its original size. A large amount of memory material had been annihilated. Even with his tenacious will, he appeared to be in a trance for a while.
In addition, in the final clash of power, An Weng no longer had the strength to protect other areas. Zheng Xiao's "kite string" had also been severed.
03 floated in the hazy starry sky. Starlight filled the sky, but there was no longer any clear trail to guide it. It was as if it had lost its way in the starry sky and had lost its direction.
An Weng caught his breath and sorted out the area of his soul that had become a mess. He also tried to use this opportunity to increase his control over 03.
However, just as his soul area was gradually spreading towards the chaotic area of 03, the internal pressure of the "boiler number three", after a short period of cooling, ignited with a rumble.
An Weng forcefully endured the pain of being roasted by poisonous fire, ensuring that his heart was clear. However, his mind still sank heavily.
03 slowly turned its body. Its instincts were restless again, and it was even more intense than when it was in the fierce battle earlier.
At this moment, An Weng heard a kind of fine low-pitched sound. It was like the background noise that existed in a big city at all times. It was faint and undetectable, yet everywhere. If one were to look closely, they would be able to see a lot of messy information.
Amidst this faint noise that was hard to ignore, the shadow was like a muddy river that silently flowed past. A huge and ugly body floated out from within. Its limbs were spread out, and its demonic eyes flickered. When it first appeared, it was at the side of 03. When its crooked and bent body completely floated above the shadowy water, it was already in front of 03.
Through 03.
An Weng locked onto his target from Number 3's perspective. This Human-Faced Arachnid was clearly a size larger than 03. Its body was more solid as well. The powerful pressure that assaulted its face made it hard for 03 to suppress its restlessness.
03's instincts should lean towards fleeing, but in the end, it chose to stay in this star field.
This had nothing to do with courage. The reason for this was the incorporeal power of order. It had been placed into this hazy starry sky, turning it into a strange cage. Even though it was boundlessly vast, the two Human-Faced Arachnids had already locked each other firmly. Only when victory and defeat were decided, when life and death were decided, would this be the final conclusion.
It was that mysterious chain ….
It seemed to have collapsed, but in reality, it had turned from being tangible to incorporeal. It had used an even more inconceivable form to arrange order. It had displayed an inescapable coercive power.
Just as An Weng understood this clearly, the Human-Faced Arachnids had already begun fighting again.
The Human-Faced Arachnids were not like intelligent life forms. They did not speak nonsense. Under the urge of their instincts, both sides activated their charging mode and collided with each other.
Number 3's left chelicerae were bitten off by the powerful arachnid in just a single exchange. The powerful arachnid swallowed the chelicerae into its stomach. Number 3's sharp limbs on the same side stabbed into the side of the arachnid's humanoid body. The wound sizzled and burned. Bloody flames soared.
The two Human-Faced Arachnids let out soundless roars of pain at the same time. But this kind of direct wrestling mode did not change at all. It was as if they had returned to the ancient Colosseum. They used the most bloody form to please others.
Then at this moment, who was the one they were trying to please?
An Weng strove to maintain a clear line of thought during the confrontation between the Human-Faced Arachnids. The changes in the chain displayed the exquisite switching of the power of order. This was absolutely not a spontaneous change. At the very least, there was a frame that encompassed this starry sky.
Who did the frame belong to?
An Weng knew the answer. But in the face of this hazy starry sky, even with his experience and ruthlessness, it was hard for him to come up with a suitable method to lock onto the person behind the scenes.
Unless ….
Number 3's body trembled violently once more. It was at a complete disadvantage in this "wrestling". Right now, half of its ugly face had been bitten off by the powerful arachnid. It had lost half of its six-colored demonic eyes. Its aura was rapidly weakening.
There was no chance of victory if this continued.
An Weng only used a tenth of a second to make a final judgment. The corresponding choice did not take up too much time.
His mind reflected internally. A gloomy round bead appeared within the area of his soul. The bead was covered densely with strange and bizarre patterns. This was the secret curse of death that he had formed in order to kill Luo Nan as quickly as possible.
Right now, An Weng did not hesitate at all. His soul strength crushed over, shattering the secret curse. A fatal negative energy swept through the area of his soul.
The pain of his mind was indescribable with words. But he could use a similar method to vent it. His mind surged and he roared loudly on the mental plane:
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