Yang Xiu's roar echoed through the space.
The Lord of Bliss's consciousness avatar was shrouded in a purple halo, its changing emotions impossible to discern.
But the fear within it surged uncontrollably.
A bone-deep chill swept through its true body on the Main Hall's Sacrificial Altar.
The Elysium Legion, the Elysium Palace, the Lord of Bliss-the "keywords" hidden in those words drove like nails into the depths of its consciousness.
In his hysteria, Yang Xiu had revealed too much.
He had clearly admitted everything. The unknown potion had indeed not been something he had stumbled upon while exploring Monster World.
Nor was he truly a recruited Elysium Player.
Instead, he was an outside force that knew all its secrets.
A pawn that had quietly taken root and sprouted under surveillance it had believed watertight.
So what exactly was his purpose in infiltrating Death Space?
The Lord of Bliss dared not dwell on what terrifying power it would take to silently plant someone who knew its core secrets within its closely monitored recruitment chain.
At the very least, it required a thorough understanding of how its system operated.
It also required the ability to interfere with, or even briefly block, its Omnivision Record.
There had to be a terrifying force behind Yang Xiu.
At this thought, the inwardly trembling Lord of Bliss suddenly realized there was an inexplicable logical problem with this matter.
If the force behind Yang Xiu had designs on it, why choose such a roundabout means of infiltration?
The fact that they could silently send a "seed" into Death Space was proof enough of their strength.
Death Space connected directly to the Elysium Main Hall. They were entirely capable of locating the Elysium Main Hall where his true body resided and launching a more direct cross-world incursion to