Accompanied by unexplained roars, the evil spirits in the white mist seemed to scream in horror, as if they were enjoying this sense of fear. Hidden ghosts in the darkness transformed into overlords, almost irresistible.

The First Seat brandished the Great Scythe, like the commander of this evil spirit mist legion.

Fiends ran amok.

Nesanel slowly clenched his fist. Before joining the battle, he repeatedly warned himself to stay rational and not be controlled by rage, but as the First Seat’s offensive unfolded, Nesanel could not help but hallucinate.

Past scenes began to overlap with reality, making Nesanel feel as if he was many years younger, once again returning to the secret wars, regaining that rage that nearly burned his insides dry.

The thick mist could not block the rising blazing sun, and Nesanel unrestrainedly unleashed his power.

Secret Energy·Daylight.

A burning aura began to spread around Nesanel, seemingly a scorching heat from Hell.

As he moved, the ground under Nesanel’s feet began to melt, forming deep pits that exhaled flames.

Before the Age-Stealing Mist could approach, it was entirely incinerated by the high temperatures surrounding Nesanel, which was the manifestation of his extreme power.

Nesanel had never mentioned to Bologue that he had also taken an extreme path, the path of Infinite Sharpness. His Secret Energy was very simple, merely controlling heat and releasing high temperatures. However, when this power reached its limit, Nesanel ascended to become an existence beyond imagination.

Daywalker.

The First Seat swung the Great Scythe horizontally at Nesanel’s head; as soon as the scythe’s blade touched the area around Nesanel, the extreme heat caused the metal to glow red hot. Subsequently, Nesanel grasped the Great Scythe with one hand, concentrating the heat on the metal.

In an instant, the metal was heated past its boiling point, losing its toughness, melting, and evaporating. Even though it was an Alchemy Armament, under the distortion of the Seeker of Glory, it collapsed like a mortal object.

The liquid state of the metal surface gradually turned to gas, releasing heat that could destroy anything, destabilizing the basic atoms of matter, making dangerous explosions possible at any moment.

Nesanel clenched tightly, and the indestructible Great Scythe was directly bent, twisted, and melted into a pool of molten iron dripping down.

The First Seat was not overly surprised; he simply released the Great Scythe, then grabbed the end of its long handle, taking a slender Thrusting Sword from the end of the Great Scythe. It seemed that the Great Scythe was merely the Sword Scabbard for the Thrusting Sword. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The Thrusting Sword was extremely slender, its sword body forged from high-quality alchemy steel, although small, covered with various exquisite patterns and decorations, the entire sword body was full of intricate designs, like a delicate micro-sculpture artwork.

Nesanel remembered this sword, the Supreme Secret Sword worn by the First Seat.

Sword of Confession.

The First Seat swung the Secret Sword, the thrusting blade skimming through the high temperature, emitting a crisp bell-like sound, like a celestial harmony, lingering in the ears, stirring the depths of one’s heart and resonating with them.

Chaotic hallucinations flashed in front of Nesanel’s eyes, his eyelids grew heavy as if about to sleep.

But in the next moment, Nesanel shook off the influence of the Secret Sword, again closing in on the First Seat, delivering a heavy punch.

Under the pressure of the heavy punch, Nesanel’s offensive became increasingly ferocious, and he could hear the musical notes that erupted every time the First Seat swung the sword.

Every time the Thrusting Sword sliced through the air, it emitted a melodious note, like a conductor’s baton, continuously playing as it swung and slashed until the myriad notes formed a grand piece of music.

This was the ability of the Sword of Confession, with Ether injected, it would keep slashing out notes, each note affecting one’s mind to some degree, and when all the notes connected, the Confession Song would be complete. The blade would unleash a power affecting all minds, dragging everyone into the Abyss of the soul.

Due to such stringent activation conditions, this is one of the few abilities from the Void Spirit School that can directly affect the Seeker of Glory.

The unsheathing of the Sword of Repentance started a countdown for this battle; Nesanel must shatter this Supreme Secret Sword or kill the First Seat before the performance was completed, or he would fall under the influence of the Confession Song.

Nesanel did not know what he would encounter if he completely succumbed to the Confession Song... the last time the First Seat drew the Sword of Confession, Nesanel successfully forced him back, unable to let the piece complete. Yet, the mostly played music still left Nesanel deeply unnerved.

The melody rapidly spread outward, and Aimou and Geoffrey, who had not yet escaped, were also affected. The Sword of Confession could influence the Seeker of Glory, let alone them.

Even though Geoffrey temporarily lost his hearing, the power still directly affected his mind, like the Heart-devouring Song.

Familiar faces flashed before Geoffrey’s eyes, the hallucinations fleeting, but as more notes were played, the hallucinations became heavier. As for Prayer Believer Aimou, her symptoms were far worse than Geoffrey’s.

At the moment of influence, Aimou again heard that familiar voice.

Alice’s voice.

"You’re really enjoying your life now, aren’t you?" the voice softly whispered to Aimou, "Everything you have now is built upon my bones..."