The flesh and blood of a Negative Power User, if completely devoured, would still grant the First Seat the ability to continue fighting.

Yet this time, before the Sword of Confession could stab down, the roaring of Ether came from behind.

"You’re just an illusion..."

Nesanel coldly passed through that illusory figure, shaking off the influence of the Confession Song, and charged swiftly towards the First Seat.

Aimou, Geoffrey, and the others were still nearby. To protect them, Nesanel had to temporarily restrain the power of Secret Energy. The terrifying heat receded, leaving only the Ethereal Power of the Extreme Realm to fiercely crash into the First Seat’s body.

At the moment of contact, Nesanel’s punch shattered the extending white bone of the First Seat. The Sword of Confession turned and slashed towards Nesanel. At this moment, this Supreme Secret Sword had already orchestrated enough notes. Once cut by it, one would sink into a beautiful dream.

As a Seeker of Glory, this force was not enough to completely affect Nesanel. However, someone like Bologue, a Negative Power User, clearly lacked the ability to resist. The moment Bologue was hit, he was completely captured by the power and sank into a dream.

This was a gentle yet cruel Supreme Secret Sword, causing one to die peacefully in their sleep.

In the brief instant of their clash, another figure moved.

Aimou threw Xilin’s corpse towards Geoffrey, and with all her strength, she lunged at Bologue beneath the First Seat.

She was too familiar with the protection of the First Seat. It was the power from the Sect of Cursed Decay. Aimou didn’t have the time to ponder why the First Seat of the King’s Secret Sword possessed such power. She knew that to kill the First Seat, she had to sever all sources of flesh and blood.

Bologue, this Undead, was undoubtedly the best flesh and blood for the First Seat. Aimou had to find a way to awaken Bologue, while she herself was just a piece of iron scrap with no value to the First Seat.

The First Seat noticed Aimou’s approach, and so did Nesanel. The Sword of Confession swept towards Aimou, while at the same time, the Age-Stealing Mist surged from around the First Seat like a breaking tsunami.

Nesanel decisively scattered Ether, using it to suppress the Age-Stealing Mist. Yet even if he reacted in time, a large amount of the deadly mist still spread out.

The moment the mist made contact, the Alchemy Matrix on Aimou’s body began to flicker and extinguish rapidly. The black Second Skin covering her surface began to decay and break down, revealing the metal body beneath. Soon, the Alchemy Metal also started to become rusted.

Aimou could feel her body aging rapidly. Her hair fell strand by strand, and the once shiny metal turned into a filthy state.

This accelerated time didn’t just affect the physical level. Aimou’s Ether also fell into rapid dispersion, almost turning her into a pile of scrap metal in an instant, leaving only the Constant Motion Core behind the layers of steel still intact.

The deadly white mist concentrated around the First Seat, ready to accelerate and decay everything when a sudden surge of Ether reaction arose at the edge of the battlefield.

The freely spreading mist suddenly turned, intertwining, drawing the path of the wind.

A gust of rapid howling wind roared from afar, unstoppable. It swept through the gray disease of decay, quickly passing over the First Seat, triggering an intense reaction with the remaining decaying plague and the Age-Stealing Mist using its own Ether.

The airstream mixed together, and the mist surged wildly like a galloping herd of horses. With the complete combustion of Ether, the wind reached its peak, slowly forming a localized storm.

The fierce wind raked the dust on the ground, causing it to tremble continuously. Amid the roaring of the gale, indescribable ghostly sounds seemed to mix in, clearing the shadows.

Aimou saw the figure at the end of the gale. Palmer, supporting the nearly collapsed Lebius, accompanied by a burst of jubilation, hurled a weapon towards the howling wind.

The power of the Prayer Believers was clearly difficult to shake the power of the Seeker of Glory, but Palmer could still indirectly interfere with these Illusory Creations by affecting the weather of the entire area.

"Deputy Director!"

Palmer’s shout followed the wind. The mist, under the surge of the gale, only wriggled slightly before it returned to the control of the First Seat. By this time, Palmer had achieved his goal.

Dense blades broke through the wind, clanging as they struck the First Seat. Palmer’s actions angered the First Seat. He never imagined that a Prayer Believer would dare to offend him this way.

At the same time, an eerie sound of wind came through. Nesanel noticed these, then reached out to grab the steel in the wind, drawing out a fierce sword light that clashed with the Sword of Repentance.

"The Clarks’ boy, for once, you’re reliable."

Clenching the Immovable Sword in his hand, even Nesanel couldn’t help but praise Palmer’s timeliness.

The Ethereal Amplification of the Extreme Realm was excessively powerful. Almost no weapon could bear this power, so for a long time, Nesanel fought like a boxer, battling barehanded.

After all, as a Seeker of Glory, who else would be worthy of Nesanel using a weapon?

Until he faced the First Seat.

The Power of the Extreme Realm of the Glory Holder Tier poured into the Immovable Sword, and the abundant power made the sword light soar by several degrees. This time, Nesanel no longer dodged the slashing of the Sword of Confession and directly engaged it.