They condensed the "death" they had felt, experienced, undergone, and comprehended into a Spirit Essence Crystal, catalyzed it, and injected it into the enemy's perception.
This understanding was practically a virus that could decompress, copy, and spread on its own, flooding every thought process.
The instant it was deciphered, the experience of death had already repeated dozens, hundreds, even thousands of times.
Within that absolute void, every consciousness would gradually dissolve, evaporate, and vanish completely.
"The essence of the Abyss."
Bao Dacai narrowed his eyes, savoring the trace of darkness spreading across the tip of his tongue—Young people these days are terrifying. Why do one or two of them keep pouring all their strength into the depths of the Vortex?
Hmm, but this purity... it was practically Great Evil's personal stock, ninety-nine percent new. A rare treasure!
Still, even after resolving one question, more questions surfaced in his heart.
Even if the consciousness dissolved and completely evaporated, the opponent was the master of this Dreamland. As long as their soul remained, they could reshape themselves like a mold. At worst, they could simply delete all the poisoned memories.
There had to be something else, something even more crucial.
Something that touched the essence and true marrow of the Yellow Millet Dream even more deeply...
"Old Bao, are you all right?"
Yu Shu, covered in dust and grime, finally managed to crawl up from the ground. Seeing the dazed old man, he asked anxiously.
"Ah, I'm fine, I'm fine. All thanks to Miss Wen and Mister Ji!"
The old man came to his senses, his body going limp as he collapsed onto the ground, drenched in sweat. "What a terrifying spectacle! You nearly scared this old man to death! These old bones of mine really aren't much use anymore... Don't mind