Gao Gong finally revealed a trace of a smug smile when he saw the other party's expression.
It was as if he had finally toyed with the mastermind behind the universe.
However, Xue the Madman soon calmed down as well. He even laughed.
"'The Entropy Clan' should never have been born in the first place. But since it was born, I have nothing more to say. Still, are you really so confident that you can deal with me? The Mechanical Uprising, the evolution of the Infinite Strong Ones, and the Destruction of the Old Days that you devoured—all of them were used to withstand the backlash of the level-nine civilization, weren't they? And that cosmic wonder you had in your hands earlier wasn't burned away by you yourself? What makes you think you can deal with me?"
He took one step forward. Only one.
The phantoms of players' corpses piled up in the laboratory, the scattered instrument parts, the flowing luminous liquid, the flickering holographic screens... Everything seemed to have been frozen in place. Then, silently and slowly, it began to "melt." This was not dissolution in the physical sense, but the stripping away of its "sense of existence," as if these things were merely insignificant decorations along the edge of some vast dream, and the dream's master was now withdrawing its attention from them.
"Xue the Madman" laughed. His form did not change in the slightest, but the aura around him began to "rise" at an unbelievable speed that surpassed every law of physics.
This was not linear growth from the first level to the ninth. It was a leap in rank. The level-nine barrier was as thin as a cicada's wing before him, breaking at the slightest touch. Then he continued upward, advancing toward a vague, chaotic level