"Can't stop it?! Then find a way to weaken it!"
"As long as we weaken its power enough, we can still stop it from operating!"
"Whatever we do, we have to minimize the losses!"
"Stop yelling, we're working on it!"
As time passed, the Fanatics finally noticed the loss of supernatural power within the Matrix.
However, the Fanatics had no idea this loss had anything to do with Kuai Hongji, so they showed no concern. Instead, they cried out excitedly, "The power inside the Matrix has weakened! We did it!"
"Don't let up! Keep going!"
Time slipped quietly by. When the distant Dense Forest gradually fell silent, Kuai Hongji knew it was time to stop.
He stopped actively absorbing the Matrix's power and began making his final arrangements with the remaining solidified supernatural power in the Vessel.
He kept at it until the Fanatics who had gone to deal with Mountain Man began returning one after another.
He used up all the solidified supernatural power in the Vessel, then carried it along those hideous cracks toward the pit in the Barren Land. After handing over to the Fanatic approaching him, he walked some distance away, then slipped unobtrusively behind a large mass of petrified paste. He set the Vessel on the ground, turned, and slipped into the Mist, darting among the Gnarled Old Trees at the edge of the Barren Land like a fish entering the sea...
After traveling some distance, he hid among the gnarled branches as he had before, concealing himself.
"Rustle, rustle... rustle, rustle..."
Below the branches where he hid, the Fanatics returned one after another, still cursing. "That Streetlamp Pole was seriously formidable!"
"If he hadn't had that thing, I'd have subdued him ages ago!"
"Whatever. Lucky for him he ran fast!"
"Let's get back. Stop