Golden blood drifted through the maze-like space.
Da Bei Ji steadied its retreating body. The agony in its back was nothing compared to the storm raging in its heart.
It knew it had been used.
The path it had believed to be the optimal solution had been a trap from beginning to end.
In truth, it had never been so arrogant as to believe it could crack the Black Tide's spatial technology.
Everything it had done before was simply a way to gather information, as it continuously destroyed the maze: the thought patterns of the "evil spirit behind the scenes" that had constructed it.
The way each spatial structure connected, the rhythm of the shifts between different maze configurations, the distribution patterns of energy nodes—it had tried to use these outward signs to work backward and deduce the thought processes hidden in the mind of the evil spirit behind the scenes.
That was the essence of its method.
By destroying the maze at high frequency, it forced the evil spirit to respond hastily, allowing it to gather information for analysis.
But it had never imagined that the evil spirit behind the scenes was also studying its thought processes in a way it couldn't understand.
Its probing attacks and attempts to find a way through based on the "patterns" it had gathered had all become samples for the evil spirit to analyze its problem-solving approach.
Then the evil spirit had tailored a seemingly perfect escape route just for it.
Because the answer it received matched the way it usually solved problems, and because each of its many probing attempts had received clear feedback, it had believed the route without a doubt.
In the end, it had been led to gather all its strength and deliver a "breakthrough" that stabbed itself in