His sanity was declining.
The dagger in his hand was changing, disintegrating, shattering.
Its potential had long since fallen short.
Yet the power of Ascension was forcibly changing everything about it.
Crushed and reassembled, it went from the shape of a dagger to a mass of debris.
Then, from debris, it became a dagger again.
Over and over... the cycle continued.
Through the Book of the Unreal and the Real, Ye Qiyan's declining sanity spread outward in tandem.
Everyone who came into contact with that purplish-red radiance went from lucidity to confusion, from confusion to collapse, and from collapse to utter disorientation... madness!
Ye Qiyan jumped down from the platform.
Red Tears followed behind him.
He strolled forward.
So did the purplish-red radiance.
The minds of those who had been modified were already on the verge of complete collapse.
Any further decline meant madness.
Uncontrollable madness.
"Roar!"
The mechanically constructed people were no longer under Qiao Jie's control.
They attacked one another, attacked everything.
And Qiao Jie as well.
"Damn it! What are you doing? I created you! I gave you eternal life! I'm your master! Get away from me!"
Qiao Jie angrily spread his hands, firing bullets continuously from all ten fingers.
The mechanical people made from the natives could be knocked down with a single hit, but even Qiao Jie himself could not immediately defeat those made from Train Conductors' bodies.
His own modified creations surrounded and attacked him.
Enveloped by the Book of the Unreal and the Real's aura, he sank.
Already frightened by what had just happened, he became utterly terrified under the combined effects of the rain of Red Tears and the Book of the Unreal and the Real.
Run!
The voice rang frantically in Qiao Jie's mind.
I have to run!
*I have to