The overwhelming pressure that dwarfed the super Demigod stage instantly froze the air.

"Logan!" Observer No. 3's voice was sharp and cold. His silver-gray eyes locked onto Logan. "You devoured ten arbiters. Your crimes are unforgivable."

"The Observer No. 1 has given the order. Kill him now and bring back his remains."

Logan let out a cold snort. The Eighteen Realms spun slowly behind his back. "The First Observer is too scared to face me himself, so he sends you as a replacement ghost?"

Seeing the open contempt in Logan's eyes, Observer No. 3's pupils tightened. His chains went taut with a sharp snap. "How dare you! You really think condensing eighteen rules can stand against the Ancient Tribunal? Delusional. The First Observer wants your body. I want your life."

With that, he raised his hand. Silver-gray Void energy swirled and gathered in his palm.

[Space Entropy!]

The silver-gray energy crashed down like a crushing storm. Wherever it touched, the volcanic rock around the temple plaza instantly vaporized, leaving no dust behind.

[Myriad Laws to Ruin!]

Facing that terrifying spatial force, Logan stood his ground and let the Eighteen Realms take the hit.

Eighteen sky-high pillars of light shot up from the realms. The radiance of the eighteen Divine Rule wove together, forming a dome-shaped shield.

The silver-gray annihilation energy slammed into the light barrier. Dense spiderweb-like cracks instantly formed on its surface, spreading outward from the impact point.

Logan let out a sharp grunt. His nose tingled with heat, and the metallic taste of blood rose in his throat. He forced it down.

He never expected that the same [Myriad Laws to Ruin] that once let him fight ten Demigod powerhouses alone would barely hold back Observer No. 3 now.

Of course. These ancient beings weren't just strong in stage. Their understanding and control of the Divine Rule had reached a terrifying level.

As the Number 3 Observer, even if he wasn't a True God yet, he was probably just one step away.

At the thought, Logan cursed under his breath. Monster.

He wouldn't try to out-punch someone at Observer No. 3's level. If he couldn't win a direct fight, he'd change his approach.

Logan quickly raised his hand and shot Truth Chains from his palm.

The dark-gold chains stretched out, shimmering with eighteen shades of rule-light. They faded into the cracks in the void.

He laid three rule-traps in the space behind him, one after another.

Each trap was linked to a rule node in the Eighteen Realms. Once triggered, it would unleash a combined counterattack from all eighteen rules in half a second.

At the same time, Logan used his Master's Seal to tap into the ley lines beneath his feet.

The main ley line under the Restricted Zone responded. Golden earth-fire surged below the nodes, and the temperature skyrocketed.

Logan formed a seal with both hands and slammed them downward. "Master's Seal, release!"

In an instant, the ley line core beneath Logan's feet, right in the No. 53 Restricted Zone, detonated.

Golden earth-fire burst through the rock. A pillar of flame a kilometer wide shot into the sky, burning at over ten thousand degrees.

Caught off guard by the sudden blast, Observer No. 3 paused. He instantly activated the Space Rule to isolate himself from the explosion.

Seeing this, Logan used the momentum to jump into a spatial passage. Just before he left, he made sure to detonate the ley line energy in the neighboring Restricted Zone.

"Ley Line Annihilation Array, detonate!"

The intersection of the ley lines erupted in a chain reaction of explosions.

Temples at the epicenter collapsed. Shrapnel thrown into the air vanished before it even hit the ground.

With the ancient ley line energy detonated, hidden volcanoes underneath began erupting at the same time.

Magma columns rose a kilometer high. Fire rain pelted the ground, carving out a sea of Magma craters.

In this apocalyptic storm, Observer No. 3 could only hold his spatial isolation, forced to stand in midair with no room to move.

The shockwave locked down the space around him for a full thirty seconds. Silver-gray light flashed violently against the golden earth-fire, leaking pure rage. "Logan! You can't run!"

He broke his isolation and tried to pursue Logan.

But the moment he shifted his body back into real space, a new series of explosions went off right under his feet.

Flames shot upward. Observer No. 3's silver eyes narrowed in shock as a geyser of golden earth-fire struck his chest dead-on.

The silver-gray skin around his heart was burned clean through. Blood gushed out but evaporated into gray mist before it even hit the ground.

"Logan! You're going to die!" Observer No. 3 roared in fury, raising his hand to tear open another spatial passage to chase him.

But the firestorm hadn't cleared yet. The raging energy currents shattered his spatial awareness, leaving him completely unable to lock onto Logan.

"Logan!" he bellowed, his composure completely shattering. "You're not escaping!"

In the subspace, Logan panted as he warped toward the Number 33 Restricted Zone.

There, he had prepared a feast of death for both Observer No. 3 and The Observer No. 1.

Not long after Logan left, the explosions in the No. 53 Restricted Zone continued.

At this moment, the ground of the entire Restricted Zone had collapsed by nearly a hundred meters. Rubble and ruins littered everywhere.

The plaza had turned into a lake of Magma. The entrance to the eastern corridor was buried under collapsed rock layers.

Within a thousand miles, not a single building remained intact. The ground was cracked with Magma flows and spatial fractures.

The ley line core was completely drained after the earth-fire eruption. The rule energy this land had stored for eons was burned through in just a few dozen seconds.

Observer No. 3 stepped out of the fading storm and let out a cold snort toward the direction Logan had fled.

He waved his hand. The Space Rule extinguished the remaining earth-fire, exposing the scorched ground again.

The bowl-sized wound on his chest still bled, silver-gray blood dripping down his body.

He raised his hand to tear space and pursue Logan, but the chest wound slowed his spatial jumps. Each tear dragged at the injury, and silver-gray blood welled up again.

Unchecked fury flashed in his silver eyes.

"Logan…" he gritted his teeth. "You may escape this time, but next time, I'll tear your Eighteen Realms apart with my own hands!"

Inside the spatial passage, Logan's figure sped through the silver-gray tunnel.

Every breath he took dragged a sharp pain through his chest. Fragments of dark-gold rule energy escaped from the corner of his mouth, leaving faint, broken trails of light on the tunnel walls.

"I shouldn't have been blindly arrogant," Logan thought, gritting his teeth as he kept moving.

The coordinates for Restricted Zone 33 lit up in his mind.

It was a barren stretch in the middle of the Lost World, riddled with ancient spatial fractures. Perfect for fighting on home turf.

Violet and the others should have already reached the outer outpost via the eastern corridor. He sped up, and the spatial passage closed behind him.

Logan stood on the temple plaza.

The Eighteen Realms rotated slowly behind him, with eighteen main stars moving along their orbits.

He had just confirmed that his gene chains were stable when a heavy tearing sound echoed from the sky.

The spatial cracks were widening. A cold wave of silver-gray Space Rule fluctuations pressed down, freezing even the scattered stones on the plaza in place.

Observer No. 3's pressure had reached the skies above the Restricted Zone.

Logan's face was cold. He pressed his right hand over the scar on his left arm. "You came fast."

The sky tore open. A ten-kilometer spatial rift was ripped apart, and silver-gray space energy poured down like a waterfall.

Observer No. 3 stepped out from the crack.

His complete Demigod stage pressure froze the air. The wind died within ten miles, magma columns erupting from volcanoes were pushed back underground, and even the sound of rolling stones was swallowed.

Hundreds of silver-gray spatial chains surrounded him, clashing with a piercing hum.

The bowl-sized wound on his chest still bled. Silver-gray blood streamed down his semi-transparent body, each drop corroding tiny pits into the ground.

"Logan," Observer No. 3's voice was sharp and cold. His silver-gray eyes locked onto Logan. "You devoured ten arbiters. Your crimes are unforgivable. The First Observer has ordered your immediate execution and the recovery of your remains."

Logan let out a mocking laugh as the Eighteen Realms swelled behind him. "Ten arbiters are dead, and you're injured, yet you still dare to come seek death? The First Observer is too scared to come himself, so he sends you as a replacement ghost?"

Observer No. 3's pupils contracted. The chains snapped tight with a sound like breaking metal. "How dare you! You really think condensing eighteen rules can stand against the Ancient Tribunal? Delusional! The First Observer wants your body. I only want your life!"

He raised his hand, and silver-gray Void energy gathered in his palm.

[Space Entropy!]

The silver-gray energy crashed down, covering the sky and earth.

Wherever it passed, the volcanic rock around the temple plaza instantly vaporized, leaving not even dust behind.

The energy scraped past a western corridor pillar. Half of it vanished into thin air, the cut surface perfectly smooth like a mirror.

Logan let the Eighteen Realms take the full force.

Eighteen sky-high pillars of light rose from the realms. The radiance of the eighteen Divine Rule intertwined, forming a dome-shaped defense net.

The silver-gray annihilation energy slammed into the light barrier. The barrier's surface instantly sprouted a dense network of spiderweb-like cracks, spreading outward from the impact point.

Logan let out a sharp grunt.

His vision went completely black for two seconds before returning.

His eardrums rang loudly, feeling like countless needles stabbing into his skull. His chest bones vibrated faintly, as if a heavy hammer had struck him from the inside.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to steady his stance.

"I can't tank this…" he cursed in his head. "Damn it, the realms aren't stable yet!"

Observer No. 3 let out a cold sneer. Mockery flashed in his silver-gray eyes. "The Eighteen Realms? You think a half-formed creation can block my Space Entropy?

One more hit, and your barrier will shatter into dust."

He raised his hand. The chains lashed out, and the second Space Entropy was about to fall.

Logan's pupils shrank. The main star's orbit had shifted three degrees and hadn't fully realigned yet. Over half his world essence was already drained. If he took the second hit head-on, the cracks would likely snap right back to the breaking point.

"Can't tank it…" Logan formed a seal with his right hand and blurred backward, his figure streaking away like silver light.

"Trying to run?" Observer No. 3 scoffed and tore open space with his hand. "You really think you can escape my Space Rule?"

His figure vanished from the spot. The next second, he appeared directly above Logan. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Thirty silver-gray chains fused together into a razor-sharp spear aimed straight for Logan's back.

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