Escape

Aaron felt a coolness on his shoulder, as if a hand had gently patted him.

However, he absolutely dared not turn around. The entity that could devour people alive would certainly not kindly ask, "Have you eaten?" after he turned.

But the chill spread madly from his shoulder. Within just a few breaths, half of his body had lost all sensation.

Was this an illusion? Or reality?

Aaron didn't dare to breathe, forcing himself to calm down.

He couldn't see It, nor could he hear It. He only felt Its presence, feeling as if something was beside him, quietly watching him.

This inexplicable and vague sensation alone almost made him lose his composure.

Unspeakable fear spread through his heart. He didn't know what he was afraid of, only that he was trembling. The dread, deeply ingrained in his genes, made him barely able to control his actions.

The last shred of his rationality was desperately clinging to the reins of his physical body, but those fragile reins were on the verge of snapping.

Running would kill him, shouting would kill him, looking would kill him!

Aaron's instincts roared, shouting loudly in his ear.

But staying still was also a dead end.

The chill behind him grew more intense, a bone-piercing cold that made him tremble involuntarily.

Was there still a way?

Aaron endured the fear, thinking rapidly.

When he couldn't move, shout, or look, and couldn't hear, what other methods could he use to save himself?

It seemed... there were none?

Should he wait for Sart or Alice?

Aaron immediately discarded that thought. Although he didn't know how terrifying this It was, the mere tip of the iceberg It revealed was far beyond what Sart and the others could handle.

Or rather, he had a clear realization: this might have already surpassed the scope of what humans could resolve.

Aaron could already feel another hand gently patting him.

This time, he felt as if his internal organs had developed minds of their own and began to twist.

He didn't even have time to scream. Amidst the sudden, intense pain, he let out a ridiculous belch.

A faint scent of blood escaped with the belch and re-entered his nostrils, rich, with a strange, sweetish fishy smell.

Aaron finally understood the torment Tog had experienced before his death. He felt like a tumble dryer, and his internal organs were like clothes, tumbling ceaselessly within his chest.

Finally, they were wrung out and dehydrated.

One belch after another, Aaron thought with difficulty. The excruciating pain was ravaging his nerves, yet it also kept his last vestiges of consciousness intact.

No, there was still one last chance!

In a daze, Aaron finally thought of a way to survive a desperate situation.

Dream Speech: Twisted Language!

Use it on himself!

Theoretically, fighting poison with poison, perhaps he could struggle a bit longer?

The previous two uses had pushed Tog into the abyss of death, and soon after, this final chance to use the skill would become his own last hope.

What was this?

The Heavenly Dao turns in a cycle, and the heavens spare no one?

An inexplicable feeling surged through him, and Aaron's final sliver of consciousness was completely overwhelmed. He only felt endless ribbons of light appear before his eyes, seeing bizarre and fantastical scenes.

He couldn't perceive his body, only feeling everything become illusory, as if he were very light, able to float with just a thought.

Having had a similar experience, he realized in the next moment that his soul seemed to have left his body again?

Or, was he about to enter that so-called pitch-black Dream Realm?

This meant that below was his body...

His instincts were faster than his consciousness, and he immediately looked down.

He indeed saw his slender form, but he also saw a shocking scene he had never witnessed before.

A hand was quietly suspended behind him, though Aaron couldn't see it.

Yes, Aaron couldn't see the hand, but he could feel that such a hand existed.

His soul, now freed from its physical shell, possessed unparalleled sharpness and intuition, allowing him to sense the extraordinary aura attached to this hand.

The moment he sensed this extraordinary aura, a torrent of information, like overflowing rivers, lakes, and seas, poured into his pitifully small mind.

The soul's reaction was incredibly fast, as was his thought process. Yet, even with such high-speed processing, Aaron could only endure for an instant.

This was why Sart had issued a grave warning.

Do not look directly, do not listen, do not touch...

Even merely perceiving, or even just realizing its existence, was a disaster.

The hand opened silently, gently touching Aaron again, much like a master chef tasting a dish before it's served.

It was confirming its ingredients.

At this moment, a light screen silently popped up before Aaron, who had long since fainted.

[Host witnessed the "Crawling Lord." Due to an overload of transcendent information, information is being forcibly sorted and summarized...]

[Note: Summarization itself consumes Knowledge Points.]

[Unusual Event Points are being generated...]

The hand, ready to feast, suddenly hesitated. The taste of the food seemed to have undergone some subtle change.

What was barely acceptable before had become rather useless with this change.

Blood palm prints reappeared on the ground, intermittently imprinting around Aaron, as if it were sizing him up.

Finally, the blood palm prints moved towards some indescribable direction. As they appeared, the bloodstains gradually faded until they were no longer visible.

With its departure, the darkness returned. Even without light, the surroundings felt somewhat brighter than before.

This was because it was an existence darker than darkness itself.

It wasn't until Aaron's groan broke the silence that this space came back to life.

"Damn it! Siosand!" Sart, turning around, was met with the sight of Aaron twisted almost into a pretzel. He immediately shouted.

Alice looked at Aaron with shock, her expression complicated. She glanced at Sart, then at Aaron, who was barely breathing. She seemed about to say something, but stopped, appearing somewhat relieved.

"I'm not dead," Siosand said, his face pale as he broke free from the Shadow Bind.

With Tog's death, the "Shadow Bind" spell naturally became void.

But then, It came.

No matter how confident Siosand was, he could only shrink back obediently. As for Dream姬, having directly endured a "Hand of Shadow," she was forced back into the Dream Realm.

"I know you must have a Blazing Sun Potion. Give it to him," Sart said resolutely.

Siosand sneered, "Blazing Sun Potions are the product of those alchemists. Back then, Teacher worked hard to get three bottles from the Tower of the Sun. One was used by him for a breakthrough, and one was monopolized by the old undead of the Astrology Institute. How could I possibly..."

"Because Teacher sent you here," Sart interrupted him directly. "Teacher will give you yours."

The faint sound of someone grinding their teeth could be heard in the air.

"Senior Sart, do you really think you can do whatever you want just because of Teacher's favoritism?!"

Sart looked at the ashen-faced Siosand, then glanced at Aaron, and nodded very seriously.

He was simply stating a fact.

"Yes, my dear junior."

Ahhhhhh!

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