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Thick black mist came in instantly, but the silver-white light wall isolated everything. From time to time, palms made futile scratching sounds on the light wall.

It all happened so fast that Aaron was defenseless.

He hadn't even had time to figure out why Sartre was willing to make such a sacrifice.

Aaron could only watch helplessly as Sartre was swallowed by the black mist, and shouted in vain, "Sart!"

However, there was no echo in the black mist.

"Is there any way?" Aaron whispered to himself.

If before, he was still simply thinking about hugging his thighs, and even planning to live a happy life with a rich woman like Alice, but now, he realized that his thoughts seemed a bit ridiculous.

This is a high demonic plane, and power is the eternal theme.

In the face of no power, all plans are just dreams that exist in the mind.

Before that, he could accept Sartre's help with peace of mind, and even thought about how to use him, and how to use his status as the second generation of the tower to quickly advance.

Because he knew that the relationship between Sartre and him was just a transaction.

All of Sartre's help to him was just an investment to help him grow faster, and he would help Sartre in a certain event in the future, such as helping him advance to the Silver level.

After everything is over, we don’t owe each other anything, that’s all.

However, when Sartre took his own life, its nature changed and it was no longer an investment or transaction.

Aaron glanced at the darkness, silently calculating the chips on his body.

There is only one "Dream Language·Twisted Language" that looks very childish.

Will this have any effect on Tog?

He didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

There are some things that cannot be thought about carefully. Once you think about them carefully, you will lose all courage in the face of endless consequences.

You can only do it, not think about it.

However, at this time, a melodious song came from nowhere, erratic.

Just like Moses parting the sea, the black mist was bound by a mysterious force and split into two.

A slender illusory arm protruded from the black mist, and then Siosande and Alice walked out of the black mist.

He glanced at Aaron and Guangbi. Although he didn't know what happened, he already understood that the senior was in danger, so he coldly said, "Cover your ears."

Aaron stared blankly at Meng Ji who poked her head out from Siosande's shoulder. Before he could react, he heard Siosande whisper to Mengji on his shoulder: "The howl of the banshee."

He saw the lines on Meng Ji's face moving, outlining a beautiful face, and then the lines symbolizing lips opened silently.

Aaron only heard an extremely monotonous buzzing sound coming from his ears, which was meaningless, but other sounds were arbitrarily driven out of his ears.

For a moment, the whole world seemed to be silent.

There are no more wails, screams or even evil laughter, no more sounds of his own heartbeat and breathing, and no more scratching sounds of creeping hands attacking the light wall.

There was just that one beep.

However, Aaron knew that was his illusion.

Invisible sound waves shook the black mist that also came like a tide. Countless arms protruded from the black mist, and were immediately cut off by their roots, turning into the ever-changing black mist again.

There seemed to be countless invisible swords hidden in the sound waves. In the blink of an eye, the black mist came in like a tide and receded like a tide, leaving countless criss-crossing slash marks of different sizes on its surface.

The tide receded, revealing a dim rock, which was Sartre.

He stood in the shattered magic aura and looked at Siosande with a complicated expression.

He did not activate the protective spell because he was afraid of death, but simply because he wanted to delay Aaron for a little longer.

The longer he lives, the longer Aaron lives.

Siosande was clearly extremely unwilling and angry in front of Alice, but at this moment, he sneered and said: "Senior Sartre, if you want to die, please explain it to the teacher first, so that the teacher will not blame me."

"Then you all die together." Toge's wild cry came from the black mist, even with a bit of hysteria.

The time for the sacrifice was getting closer and closer, and his arms began to vaguely refuse to obey his orders. He could even feel a cold breath staring at him.

time is limited!

"I will sacrifice my left hand in exchange for my Lord's favor!"

The sound of tearing skin and flesh was heard, accompanied by a scream. The severe pain made Tog somewhat unclear in speech, but he still gritted his teeth and finished the ritual incantation.

One or two of the creeping hands that were lucky enough to survive the Banshee's Wail exploded directly from the inside out. Wisps of black mist emerged from the fragments of the stumps, and then, together with the black mist wandering nearby, were poured into the bloody hands. 's left hand.

In the blink of an eye, the severed hand was stained with blue-black color that symbolized death, and then the fingers began to twitch unnaturally.

In Aaron's astonished eyes, it came alive and turned over flexibly.

"Die them all!" Toge covered his wounds and smiled strangely.

Siosande's face darkened, and he pulled Saat behind him with his backhand, "Back off."

"It's a bit difficult to handle..." Meng Ji stopped smiling and said with a bit of caution, "This is a blood sacrifice..."

"I know this is a blood sacrifice." Siosande interrupted Meng Ji directly, "Is there any way?"

Before Meng Ji could reply, several skinny arms suddenly appeared from the shadows beneath their feet.

Different from the arm that was poked out of the black mist just now, this time the arm was still made of darkness, but it was lifelike, and even the blood vessels floating on the surface of the arm could be vaguely seen.

They were not as fragile as the previous arms, at least Aaron could actually see the sparks that burst out from their scratching on the light wall.

Alice held the shield in front of Sartre, but the next moment she was hit by several arms. Amidst the sound of gold and iron, she almost lost her grip on the shield and almost flew backwards.

For a woman who only has the strength of the Bronze level, it is really difficult for her to participate in the battle of the Silver level.

However, she silently swallowed the smell of blood that surged into her throat, wielding the dim sword, and still struggled to protect Sartre.

As she puts it, "The Iris family never backs down."

However, these were just the aftermath. A hand the size of a carriage suddenly appeared from the shadow at Siosande's feet.

The palm came so fast that Siosande didn't even have a chance to react, and just grabbed him tightly.

Meng Ji only heard a scream, as if she had suffered some serious injury, and then there was no sound again.

"Siosand!"

Tog looked at Siosande bitterly, and also at Aaron and Sartre. He opened his mouth and finally smiled ferociously, "You, it's all you! Why can't you just wait for death? Why should you resist? Regret? It’s too late! I will dedicate you all to my Lord!”

The time for the sacrifice was imminent, and Toge clearly felt the stinging pain in his arms, and the pinprick-like soreness and numbness spread all over his body.

The blood dripping from the incomplete arm squirmed and gathered together, restlessly changing its appearance on the ground, and finally gradually turned into a bloody palm print.

The palm prints were clearly visible, as if an invisible big hand dipped in blood left its mark.

However, in Aaron's eyes, the lines on the palm were twisting, changing, and leaping, as if they would break free from the shackles of the ground in the next moment.

Tog stared at the palm prints and couldn't help but recite a prayer loudly: "Praise my Lord, please wake up and enjoy the dinner brought by the faithful believers. May my Lord..."

The time was coming, He was coming, and He had to hurry up and say the prayers.

However, just as he was about to finish reciting the prayer, an inexplicable feeling came over him.

Toge opened his mouth, his mind went blank, and he actually forgot the last half of the prayer.

He didn't know what happened, but the stinging pain in his arm reminded him, his keen intuition threatened him, and his survival instinct urged him.

So, before he had time to think about it, he stuttered and said, "May my lord... eat it deliciously."