Incomprehensible

The dense black fog arrived in an instant, but the silver-white barrier of light kept everything outside. Occasionally, sharp scratching sounds could be heard as hands clawed fruitlessly at the light barrier.

It all happened too fast, catching Aaron completely off guard.

He hadn't even had time to figure out why Sart was willingly making such a sacrifice.

Aaron could only watch as Sart was swallowed by the black fog, shouting hoarsely, "Sart!"

However, there was no response from the black fog.

"Is there any way?" Aaron muttered to himself.

If before he was simply thinking of latching onto someone powerful, even planning to latch onto a rich woman like Alice to live a happy and blissful life, now he realized how ridiculous his thoughts seemed.

This was a high-magic plane; power was the eternal theme.

Without power, all plans were merely beautiful dreams existing only in one's mind.

Before this, he could accept Sart's help with a clear conscience, and even thought about how to use him, plotting how to use his status as a second-generation descendant of a powerful mage to advance quickly.

Because he knew that between him and Sart, it was just a transaction.

All of Sart's help was just an investment, to help him grow faster, and he would help Sart in a future event, such as helping him advance to Silver Tier.

Once it was over, they would owe each other nothing, that was all.

However, when Sart put his own life on the line, the nature of their relationship changed; it was no longer an investment or a transaction.

Aaron glanced into the darkness, silently calculating his own assets.

There was only one item that looked like child's play: "Dream Speech: Twisted Language."

Would this have any effect on Tog?

He didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

Some things couldn't be thought about too deeply, because once you thought about them too much, you would lose all courage in the face of infinite consequences.

You could only act, not think.

However, at this moment, a melodious singing voice came from an unknown source, drifting uncertainly.

As if Moses parting the sea, the black fog was bound by a mysterious force and split into two.

A slender, ethereal arm emerged from the black fog, and then, Siosand and Alice walked out from within.

He glanced at Aaron and the light barrier. Although he didn't know what had happened, he understood that his senior was in danger. So, he coldly dropped a sentence, "Cover your ears."

Aaron stared blankly at Dream姬, who peeked out from over Siosand's shoulder. Before he could react, he heard Siosand quietly say to Dream姬 on his shoulder, "Banshee's Howl."

He saw the lines on Dream Ji's face contort, forming a beautiful face, and then the lines that represented lips silently opened.

Aaron only heard a monotonous buzzing sound in his ears, meaningless, yet it forcefully drove all other sounds out.

For a time, the entire world seemed to fall silent.

There was no faint wailing, no screams, no sinister laughter, no sound of his own heartbeat and breathing, and no scratching sound of the Crawling Hand attacking the light barrier.

There was only that buzzing sound.

However, Aaron knew it was an illusion.

The invisible sound waves struck the black fog, which was surging in like a tide, like tidal waves. Countless arms emerged from the black fog, only to be severed at the root and return to being an ever-changing black fog.

In the sound waves, it seemed as if countless invisible swords were hidden. In the blink of an eye, the black fog surged in like a tide and then retreated like a tide, with countless crisscrossing slashes of various sizes appearing on its surface.

As the tide receded, it revealed a dimly lit reef, which was Sart.

He stood within the fading magical aura, looking at Siosand with a complex expression.

He hadn't activated the protective spell out of fear of death, but simply because he wanted to delay Aaron for a little longer.

The longer he lived, the longer Aaron would live.

Siosand, who had appeared extremely unwilling and angry in front of Alice, now sneered, "Senior Sart, if you want to die, please inform the teacher first, so the teacher doesn't blame me."

"Then you can both die," Tog's wild roar came from the black fog, even carrying a hint of hysteria.

As the time for the sacrifice drew closer, his arm had begun to disobey him subtly, and he could even feel a chilling presence staring at him.

There wasn't much time left!

"I will sacrifice my left hand to gain my Lord's favor!"

The sound of flesh tearing, accompanied by a scream, caused Tog's speech to become slurred due to the intense pain, but he still gritted his teeth and finished the sacrificial incantation.

One or two Crawling Hands that had luckily survived the Banshee's Howl exploded from the inside out. Wisps of black fog emerged from the shattered limbs and fragments, and then, along with the black fog wandering nearby, they all poured into the bloody left hand.

In the blink of an eye, the severed hand was stained with a blackish-green color symbolizing death, and then its fingers began to twitch unnaturally.

To Aaron's astonished gaze, it came to life and nimbly flipped over.

"All of you die!" Tog clutched his wound and cackled sinisterly.

Siosand's expression turned grim. He pulled Sart behind him with his backhand, "Fall back."

"This is a bit tricky…" Dream Ji no longer giggled coquettishly; her tone carried a hint of seriousness. "This is a Blood Sacrifice…"

"I know it's a Blood Sacrifice," Siosand interrupted Dream Ji directly. "Is there any way?"

Before Dream Ji could reply, several withered arms suddenly emerged from the shadows beneath their feet.

Unlike the arms that had probed from the black mist earlier, these were formed from darkness but were lifelike, with veins even faintly visible on their surface.

They were also not as fragile as the previous ones. At least Aaron could see sparks fly as they clawed at the light barrier.

Alice held her shield in front of Sart, but in the next moment, she was struck by several arms. Amidst the clang of metal on metal, she nearly lost her grip on the shield and was almost sent flying backward.

For someone with only Bronze Tier strength, participating in a Silver Tier battle was truly asking a lot of her.

However, she silently swallowed the taste of blood in her throat, swung her dimly glowing longsword, and still struggled to protect Sart.

As she had said, "The House of Iris never retreats."

Yet, these were merely the aftershocks. A palm as large as a carriage suddenly emerged from the shadows beneath Siosand's feet.

The palm moved with incredible speed, giving Siosand no chance to react before it firmly seized him.

Dream Ji let out a sharp scream, as if she had suffered some severe blow, and then there was silence.

"Siosand!"

Tog glared venomously at Siosand, then turned his gaze to Aaron and Sart, grinning widely, he finally sneered, "You, all of you! Why couldn't you just wait to die? Why resist? Regret? It's too late! I will offer all of you to My Lord!"

The time for the sacrifice was fast approaching, and Tog could clearly feel the stinging pain in his arm, a needle-like numbness spreading throughout his body.

The blood dripping from his damaged arm wriggled and gathered, restlessly shifting into various shapes on the ground, eventually forming a bloody palm print.

The palm lines were clearly visible, as if an invisible giant hand had dipped itself in fresh blood and left its mark.

However, in Aaron's eyes, the lines of the palm print twisted and shifted, pulsing, as if it were about to break free from the ground's restraint at any moment.

Tog stared at the palm print and couldn't help but recite a prayer loudly: "Praise My Lord, please awaken and enjoy the feast brought by your faithful believers, may My Lord..."

The time was almost up; He was about to arrive, and he had to finish reciting the prayer quickly.

However, just as he was about to finish his prayer, a strange feeling surged through him.

Tog opened his mouth, his mind went blank, and he completely forgot the last half of the prayer.

He didn't know what had happened, but the stinging pain in his arm reminded him, his sharp intuition terrified him, and his survival instinct urged him on.

So, without time to think, he stammered, "May My Lord... enjoy every bite."