The moment Meng He arrived on the third floor, she was enveloped by moonlight. Her entire body froze in place, unable to move, with only some of her thoughts still functioning.
"Come out. Your concealment technique is formidable, but you've already exposed a flaw," the Moon God said.
As the Moon God spoke, Naimus could sense the Moon God's power rapidly boring into the depths of Meng He's consciousness, as though declaring that if he did not come out, the Moon God would drag him out.
"You're hiding quite deeply." The Moon God sighed. "Naimus, I truly bear you no ill will. If you wish to cooperate, there's no need for this."
The words seemed to show absolute certainty that Naimus was hiding nearby.
Naimus remained unmoved by those words and chose to trust the Outer-Origin Existence.
Though Naimus did not know whether the Moon God had truly discovered him, all he had to do at this moment was refuse to admit it.
Seeing no reaction from Naimus, the Moon God sighed, and the Moon God's expression turned cold.
With a shift of the Moon God's gaze, the moonlight instantly transformed, descending with icy killing intent.
Meng He's thoughts raced, but she could do nothing at all. She could only watch as the killing move rapidly descended upon her.
Yet even at the very end, Meng He's spirituality and consciousness body showed no abnormalities whatsoever.
The moonlight entered Meng He's body, and that portion of her memories was swiftly and mercilessly erased.
In Meng He's memories, she had only just defeated her duplicate and arrived on the third floor. There was not the slightest trace of what had happened before.
"Very good. I knew you could do it." The Moon God floated beneath the moon, radiating a gentle yet clear