Without warning, every light in the entire archive flickered at once.
Like a blink.
An instant.
But after that instant of flickering, a blood-red blade had already pierced out through the guard's chest.
Pan Ying!
In the hands of the Orthodox Horde, Pan Ying sang and trembled, Blood Flame erupting in a sweeping surge. The marks of three Sacrificial Masters lit up at once and, under Old Tang's supremely practiced control, erupted!
Mycelium as the framework, invasive corrosion seeping into every crack; Scar as the surface, leaving wounds that could never heal; Blood Wrist as the core, elevating that hasty strike to a terrifying full-force blow.
He did not even have time to blink.
The guard instinctively tried to make a sound, only to find that the Heavenly Origin Law he had linked into, every Matrix and Secret Rite throughout the entire archive, had all lost contact with him.
He had somehow been stripped away from his tight connection to the entire archive.
Unbelievable.
Every surveillance recording was instantly intercepted and replaced by the mechanical spiders released from beneath Old Tang's heel. Under the corrosion of even more spirits of creation, his authority within the entire system was abruptly severed—or rather...
Impersonated.
An identical set of administrative permissions appeared within the archive and took over everything, but the passwords and verification methods had become completely different. His account had been stolen!
He did not even have time for shock or hesitation.
In that brief gap of less than an instant, as a Heavenly Origin of the Rebirth Rank, he instinctively chose to unleash everything!
Regardless of sides, friend or foe, or targets of any kind, he dealt indiscriminate and violent destruction, injuring everyone to the greatest extent possible while preserving himself and triggering the alarm.
He did not dare hope