Moragas heard the assessment and sneered. "It's not just that a lot of people died. Every restricted zone border was once the bloodiest battlefield for entire races."

"Did you forget that thousands of years ago, this was the direct frontline between the No. 53 Restricted Zone and Zone 33?"

"The ground you're standing on is where the heaviest casualties fell in that great war. It's fair to call this place the core of a meat grinder."

As soon as he finished speaking, skeletons erupted from the ground, one after another.

Some were on all fours, others stood upright, and some levitated off the ground. Corpses from various races rose up, their eyes lighting up with glowing blue undead fire.

Undead Disaster!

Seeing the sudden wave of millions of undead, the Destruction Demigod was enraged.

"You damn lich! You're ruining my plans!"

Without another word, the Destruction Demigod channeled his strongest power and fired it straight at Moragas.

He knew that as a lich, Moragas could constantly regenerate. Fighting a war of attrition here would be the stupidest thing he could do.

To escape Moragas, he had to destroy this lich body temporarily. Only then would he have enough time to deal with the Undead Disaster.

Moragas realized this too, so he stopped holding back.

He drove his staff straight into his own skull. As raging power flooded his body, the Inferno in his eyes flared to life.

A storm of souls formed around him, spanning hundreds of kilometers across. Countless soul fragments spun at high speed inside it, each one carrying Moragas's memories and obsessions from when he was alive.

The storm's power broke all rules. It was the purest form of Mental Power and Soul attacks. It couldn't be blocked, resisted, or dodged.

Faced with this attack, the Destruction Demigod panicked.

"You crazy lich! Do you have a death wish? This will force you to sleep for at least a thousand years. What's the difference from being dead?"

At the very center of the storm, Moragas heard the Demigod's roar and laughed.

"You looked down on me. You treated me like an inferior Demogod. This time, I'll show you that I can still kill you!"

As his words faded, Moragas's bones began to crack, inch by inch, inside the storm.

The hardened lich skeleton crumbled from the skull down. When the last bone snapped, the soul fire of the lich king finally went out.

Not far away, the Sky-Shattering Chieftain and his group were speeding up, carrying a sleeping Kane.

Feeling the intense battle energy behind them, they didn't dare waste a second.

But right after Moragas unleashed the soul storm, the Sky-Shattering Chieftain, the Flesh Shopkeeper, and the Shadow chairman all stopped dead in their tracks.

"It's Moragas. He sacrificed half of his soul."

Realizing the cost Moragas had paid, all three sucked in a sharp breath.

After three seconds of silence, the Sky-Shattering Chieftain gritted his teeth and forced the words through clenched jaws.

"Run. Don't waste his sacrifice."

With that, everyone sped up, racing toward the outer edges of Zone 33.

At the same time, Logan was still sprinting through the subspace tunnel.

Over the past half hour, his eighteen-spiral DNA structure had gradually stabilized.

Just as he was glad about his body's changes, a tremor from his soul made him stop.

The soul imprints that marked the Violet pact were quickly fading. Slowly, the bond linking the two of them began to snap.

At the same time, the core of Moragas's soul, which Logan had been watching, began to weaken.

When he realized both things, Logan's pupils contracted sharply.

"Violet… Moragas…"

Logan's voice was slow and hoarse. A deep wave of grief washed over him.

He was completely drowned in sorrow, but he didn't stop running.

He even used the time rules to boost his speed inside the subspace channel by another thirty percent.

Soon, a bright light appeared before Logan. He casually tore through the spatial barrier and stepped back into real space.

He opened his eyes to see a landscape of volcanoes and corpses scattered everywhere.

Logan's boots crushed the black volcanic rock as he staggered, his chest heaving with pent-up breath and energy.

The grief for his fallen comrades hadn't even faded when another spatial ripple hit him from behind.

A chaotic spatial current, born from the collapse of the subspace, slammed directly into the earth beneath him, leaving him dizzy and his legs trembling.

"Fuck, the spatial current is way worse than I expected," Logan panted, his voice hoarse.

Before he could steady himself, the space behind him tore open again.

A massive power ripped through the rift. Silver-gray space energy poured out, revealing the monstrous face of the Observer No. 3.

Having fallen into several traps back in the subspace channel, the Observer No. 3 was in no shape to fight.

His body was covered in large sores and burns, and a massive black hole in his chest still dripped silver blood.

The moment he saw Logan, the Observer No. 3 grit his teeth.

"Logan, you got away once, but you won't get away twice. I'm going to tear you apart now!"

Logan took in the Observer No. 3's injuries, brushed off his clothes, and smirked. "Coming at me like this in your condition? Don't you think you're just here to die?"

"How dare you!"

The Observer No. 3's pupils shrank. Countless tentacles shot out from his back, lashing toward Logan.

Wild law power instantly turned the world rule within a hundred miles into a chaotic mess.

Magma that normally flowed from the volcanoes was pushed back underground. Thunderclaps in the sky vanished. The pitch-black night instantly turned into day.

Even the earth beneath them felt unstable, and gravity was rapidly fading.

The Observer No. 3 locked onto Logan and snarled, "Die! I'm carrying out Observer No. 1's orders to erase you and bring back your body."

Hearing that, Logan burst out laughing.

"That same old line again? Do you only know how to recite scripts?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Logan struck back against the wild law power, unleashing eighteen layers of law domains.

The clash of their own rules instantly shattered the space around them.

The two of them, who had just been in real space, were suddenly thrown back into the subspace zone.

"You've gotten stronger."

Realizing this, the Observer No. 3 dropped his trash talk and launched a quick attack.

Silver-gray Void energy condensed in his palm into his ultimate move: Space Entropy.

The overwhelming energy blast vaporized everything around Logan—every plant, stone, and tile—leaving not even dust behind.

Myriad Laws to Ruin. It was the first time Logan used the move after fully mastering the eighteen Divine Rules.

When the Observer No. 3's terrifying silver-gray energy hit Myriad Laws to Ruin, it actually stopped dead. The power spread outward in all directions, but couldn't get closer than an inch to Logan's body.

But while Logan fought off the impact, his own arms began to crack and split. His vision went black, and his eardrums rang from the shock.

"Damn it. I'm still a little short."

Logan knew there was still a gap between him and the Observer No. 3. Gritting his teeth, he said coldly, "Time to activate the backup plan."

He immediately cut the power behind Myriad Laws to Ruin. His whole body was blasted backward like a cannonball by the Observer No. 3's law power.

Logan used that same power to speed his retreat, slipping straight into a space rift.

Inside the space rift, both space and time were already unstable. The Observer No. 3 didn't dare use his strong law power in this area. He just muttered a curse, "Dammit," and followed Logan into the rift.

They fell back into their old chase game.

Logan barely dodged over ten attacks, but each strike left him wounded. His vision turned gray and white. The ringing in his ears grew louder, and his body was on the verge of collapse.

But Logan didn't panic. Ahead lay the battlefield he had prepared. As long as he pushed a little deeper, he was confident he could end the Observer No. 3.

"Come on. Keep chasing me."

Logan didn't forget to taunt the Observer No. 3, and it worked exactly as planned.

When his attack failed again, the Observer No. 3 snarled, "Dammit!"

Logan just spat out a mouthful of blood laced with law fragments, but his body remained swift as lightning as he slipped out of the Observer No. 3's sight.

During the chase, the Observer No. 3 was too eager to kill Logan to notice the traps along the way.

So, while his attacks did serious damage to Logan, he ended up covered in blood from all the traps Logan had left behind.

His earlier injuries from Logan hadn't healed, and they kept getting worse. His condition was no better than Logan's now.

"Damn it."

Realizing this, the Observer No. 3 had to reduce his space jumps, diverting some of his power to ease his wounds.

And that was exactly the opening Logan needed. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Logan emerged from the space rift again, using the subspace to slip into Zone 33.

On a platform made of obsidian, Logan sat cross-legged. He quickly pulled out the life potions he had prepared and downed them in quick gulps.

As the potions went down, his body began to heal rapidly, and his presence grew stronger in tandem.

To prepare for the fight ahead, this time Logan chose not to use his Time Rewind ability to recover.

Luckily, the Observer No. 3 didn't chase him recklessly this time, giving Logan enough time for the potions to take full effect.

At the same time, using the seal connection he had placed on Kane, Logan checked Kane's current state.