"Stop!"
Amon kept absorbing Klein's loss of control in reverse, causing his own loss of control to worsen as well.
"Let it all be destroyed..."
Yet Klein looked utterly devoid of any desire to live.
"Wait until I get out before you die!"
Amon felt like he was going mad. If the consciousness of the Lord of the Mysteries revived within Origin Castle and swallowed him along with it, even his avatars would not escape unscathed.
He needed time to sever their connection and flee.
But clearly, the madman before him had no such intention.
Who could have imagined it? How had he run into something like this?
Amon was skilled at calculations and rarely suffered losses. He had weighed this operation over and over.
Even with that mysterious existence behind the other party, his odds of victory should have been greater.
But who would have thought that just as it began, the other party would want to self-destruct over a disagreement?
At least give me some time to prepare!
"What the hell does that have to do with me..."
Klein ignored him completely, allowing the Celestial Worthy's consciousness to revive.
As the true master of Origin Castle, the more the Celestial Worthy revived, the stranger the entire Origin Castle became.
Slimy tentacles had even begun sprouting from Amon's body.
It was as though Amon and Klein were about to merge into one mass.
From the outside, it looked like a bizarre sphere with two heads growing from it.
"Hey, hey, are you really just going to keep watching? That doesn't seem very nice..."
Just as the two were locked in a tug-of-war, a voice came from nearby, forcibly drawing both their attention away even at such a critical moment.
What was going on? Could someone else enter Origin Castle?