"Ugh ah—!"
Yuan Thirteen finally let out a pained groan after maintaining his composure all this time!
His Mechanical Divine Body dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The divine metal forming his body began to emit an overwhelmed "sizzle," twisting and melting!
It was like a lump of butter tossed into a red-hot iron pan!
Terrifying energy crazily eroded his body. Even more frighteningly, it acted directly on his core consciousness!
The sensation was as if his soul were being torn apart inch by inch, thrown into a meat grinder, and milled into the most basic particles!
Pain! An indescribable pain!
He tried to struggle, mobilizing the strength of his entire body!
But here, inside the true body of "Origin," facing the joint suppression of the eleven Sovereigns—
His strength was like a tiny boat amid raging waves!
Tiny! Powerless!
His consciousness began to blur.
Data streams ran wild, and countless error alerts frantically flooded the screen.
...Am I going to die?
...My consciousness... is collapsing...
...My true body... forgive me... I botched... the mission...
An extremely faint, intermittent distress signal, filled with the utmost agony and despair on the verge of death.
It pierced through the barriers of endless spacetime and, passing through that unseen connection with his true body, frantically transmitted back!
Boundless World, inside the Mortal World Hall.
Lu Chen's true body sat with his eyes closed, concentrating as Daoist aura flowed around him and laws rose and fell.
Suddenly!
"Pfft—!"
He abruptly opened his eyes, nearly spitting out a mouthful of hot blood from his heart! Chilling light that seemed to split the firmament shot from his eyes!
"Yuan Thirteen!!!"
He had felt it!
He had felt it with absolute clarity!
The extreme agony transmitted from his clone! The great terror of