Clea’s life threads wrapped around Kane’s entire body like a net, constantly stitching his wounds and repairing broken meridians. By keeping his body intact, she slowed down The Observer No. 1’s erosion and helped Kane hold onto his own consciousness.

Gray Bone’s death chains dove into Kane’s Soul Sea, tightly binding The Observer No. 1’s soul. Every time the prisoner tried to move, the chains would tighten, shaking his very essence and making it impossible for him to break the seal with full strength.

Once the five layers of seals were fully combined, Cassandra cast another prophecy. The number hovering in the air shifted from 12 hours to 72 hours, buying them an extra three days.

Seeing this, everyone’s faces lit up with relief.

Three days was enough time for them to recover and gather their allies.

Suddenly, a furious roar shattered the calm. The Observer No. 1 screamed, "Logan! When I get out, I’ll turn you into puppets! I’ll roast your soul over a fire for a thousand years! I’ll crush all their souls and feed them to dogs!"

While shouting, The Observer No. 1 unleashed golden energy, slamming against the seal wall like a madman. The eighteen light pillars trembled from the impact.

But every strike was gradually absorbed by the fresh seals Logan’s group had just set up. This only drained more of his power.

Watching this, Logan sneered. "You should worry about yourself first. Don’t rush to break the seal, because the day you do, is the day you die."

The Observer No. 1 exploded in rage at Logan’s mockery. "You stole my power! You’ll be backlashed by the Truth Mark! Within three days, you’ll be completely consumed, and I won’t even need to lift a finger to turn you into one of my puppets!"

Logan ignored him. He sat down cross-legged, pressed one hand to the ground to keep the seal from his eighteen realms running steady, giving The Observer No. 1 no chance to break free.

At the same time, the Truth Chains in his other hand were still attached to Kane’s skin, continuously absorbing The Observer No. 1’s leaking golden energy. This not only replenished Logan’s own lost energy but also steadily weakened his opponent.

Seeing the seal stabilize, Cassandra said to Logan, "We’re heading to Restricted Zone No. 1 now to free the remaining observer puppets."

"The Observer No. 1 didn’t consume much of their core source. Once we cut the control lines, they’ll recover their consciousness quickly. You must wait for us to return before you make a move!"

Logan nodded. "Don’t worry. Go and come back quickly. I’ll keep watch here. Contact me anytime through the soul link if anything happens."

"Take care of yourself," Observer No. 3 said, looking at Logan with a complicated expression.

Then, he raised his hand and tore through space. A stable spatial passage appeared before them.

Cassandra, Clea, and Gray Bone stepped in one after another.

Observer No. 3 gave the sealed Kane one last look before following them inside.

Now, only Logan and Kane were left in Restricted Zone No. 33.

Kane’s battered body floated in the center of the plaza. His limbs were twisted, and his face was frozen in pain.

A bowl-sized wound on his chest kept leaking blood mixed with golden energy. His breathing was weak and uneven.

The Observer No. 1 attacked the seal on Kane’s body almost every second.

Thanks to Logan sitting nearby and constantly reinforcing the barrier, the enemy’s attacks were repeatedly blocked.

Logan even found moments to strengthen the seal’s intensity after holding The Observer No. 1 back. This drove the prisoner into a screaming rage: "Logan! When I get out, I’ll crush your eighteen realms to pieces! I’ll sacrifice every living creature in your familiar world to the Wheel of Truth!"

Hearing this, Logan sneered. He pointed a finger at the seal, tightening the eighteen rule patterns on Kane’s body by a fraction.

The moment The Observer No. 1’s energy hit the barrier, it bounced straight back. This set Kane’s Soul Sea ablaze, churning like a sea of fire.

"You bastard!" The Observer No. 1 groaned.

Logan’s voice stayed calm. "Save your breath. The harder you strike, the more the Destruction Rule will burn you."

"I’m here watching you to see how much origin energy you actually have left. Right now, you’re trapped in Kane’s soul with no way to replenish your power. "

"Meanwhile, I can take your origin power whenever I please."

Logan snapped his fingers. The decomposition field of Myriad Laws to Ruin spread across the outer edge of the seal.

Every drop of leaking golden energy from The Observer No. 1 was broken down into raw particles. The main stars of the eighteen realms absorbed them, steadily boosting Logan’s power.

"You scum! When I break this seal, you and Kane are dead. I’ll trap your souls in the Underworld and burn them for ten thousand years!" The Observer No. 1 roared, his voice growing more desperate. He hammered the seal faster and harder.

Logan was pushing him on purpose. He wanted to drain as much power as possible while the seal was at its peak.

After all, the original restricted zones of the Lost World had been destroyed by the race The Observer No. 1 belonged to.

If he got too angry, he might suddenly unleash a hidden technique. That could easily turn their hard-earned advantage into a disadvantage.

As long as he could keep The Observer No. 1 occupied, it was better to be safe.

Plus, keeping The Observer No. 1’s attention locked on Restricted Zone No. 33 was a huge help for Cassandra’s team and their mission to turn the observers.

However, The Observer No. 1 wasn’t stupid. He quickly noticed the shift. "You’re deliberately draining my energy? What are your friends doing!"

Realizing half his allies had left, The Observer No. 1 immediately linked up with the Truth Mark at the center of the plane graveyard.

Even though his soul was trapped inside Kane, he could still use the soul imprints in the graveyard to watch what was happening.

Soon, he sensed that all his pawns had gone rogue. The puppets he controlled were cutting their soul links with him one by one.

"You! You bastards! You actually turned my servants against me!" Blinded by rage, The Observer No. 1 slammed into the seal with thirty percent more force.

"So you figured it out. Doesn’t matter. You’re not getting out anyway. Stay put in that cage!" Logan sneered, and he increased the seal’s power by thirty percent as well.

The backlash hit The Observer No. 1 much harder. Fresh burn marks spread across his soul.

Still, The Observer No. 1 was nearly losing his mind. Even while hurt, he kept pounding at the barrier.

Logan adjusted the seal’s energy flow slightly. He set the cracks to pulse and open wider every ten minutes.

This meant every time The Observer No. 1 saw a chance and went all out, he’d be backlashed even harder and drained completely.

"I devoured the origins of 128 planes! Your seal won’t hold me long!" The Observer No. 1 kept shouting. "When I break free, I’ll kill that traitor Kane first. I’ll crush his bones and scatter his soul!"

"You won’t get the chance," Logan said. He leaned against the rock behind him, closed his eyes, and absorbed the leaking golden energy. He ignored the noise completely.

At the same time.

Observer No. 3 led Cassandra, Clea, and Gray Bone to the core of the plane graveyard in Restricted Zone No. 1.

Debris from 128 planes was piled high around them. Silver-gray space currents sliced through the corridor walls. One wrong step, and they’d be pulled into the cracks between the wreckage.

Observer No. 3 held up a barrier with his space chains, keeping the chaotic currents at bay.

Standing like wooden puppets on either side of the council table were Observer No. 2 and Observer No. 8. Their eyes held lifeless, pale gold pupils, and golden scar-like puppets marks crawled across their skin. The energy around them was completely unstable.

Two hair-thin Space Blades shot from Observer No. 3’s fingertips, striking the golden marks on both their foreheads with perfect precision.

With a soft crack, the golden marks shattered like glass.

Observer No. 2’s pupils shook violently. The pale gold faded from his eyes, returning to the steady silver-white of the time rule.

He checked his own core, his expression turning cold. "That bastard drained forty percent of my power."

His voice was ice-cold. He cracked his knuckles and looked up at Observer No. 3. "You actually chose to betray him?"

Observer No. 3 pointed to his forehead, showing the faint scar left behind after the puppets mark was ripped out. "He controlled me for thousands of years. You really think I wanted to be a pawn my whole life?"

Observer No. 2 stared at the scar. After a heavy pause, the time energy around him rippled faintly. He said nothing.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Observer No. 8 finally came to his senses. A blue-white glow from the lightning rule formed in his palm as he checked his power flow.

Then, he slammed his fist onto the obsidian table, smashing a deep hole straight through it.

"My lightning power is down by thirty percent!" His voice trembled with rage. "I knew my power hadn’t improved in centuries. It was him all along!"

Cassandra tapped the ground with her staff of prophecy. A golden rune spread across the floor, reaching every corner of the council table. When the rune brushed against the hidden compartments, faint energy signatures flickered inside.

"Observer No. 4, 5, and 6 are still left. Their minds are trapped inside." Observer No. 3 tore open the hidden seals, and three glowing orbs of consciousness, wrapped in rule-light, floated out.

Cassandra fired three life threads, pumping them full of energy. The floating orbs slowly solidified into the physical forms of three observers in their robes.

Once they fully regained their senses, they realized how much power The Observer No. 1 had drained from them. Anger flashed across all their faces.

None of them objected when Observer No. 3 asked for their help to take down The Observer No. 1.

"Cassandra, let’s head to Restricted Zone No. 33 right now. I’ll finish that bastard."

"That traitor... he’s just a lackey for the other race! I’m going to snap his neck!"

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