From beginning to end, Red Dog’s opponent has always been Lebius. As for Bologue, he never took him to heart.

The Immovable Sword sliced through Lebius’s armor and embedded itself into his body, piercing through most of his chest.

Bologue watched as Lebius was hit and then fell like a leaf, submerged in a pool of blood, while Red Dog panted heavily, then burst into laughter.

"I still won, didn’t I!"

Red Dog raised his sword, cheering loudly.

The fallen Lebius stood up again, and the laughter came to an abrupt halt.

Looking at the bloody Lebius, Red Dog was a bit confused. He asked, "Do you want to win so much too?"

Red Dog knew it wasn’t Lebius who stood up, but the Wolf Spirit.

Lebius’s flesh had already reached its limit; he was entirely relying on the Wolf Spirit to drive his body.

A hoarse voice sounded.

"What else, Red Dog?"

Lebius took off his helmet; it was too suffocating for him, and a large amount of blood poured out.

"You destroyed everything of mine," Lebius murmured, "You made me homeless."

The twisted arm struggled to lift the Bone-breaking Knife; this heavy blade was also full of nicks and nearly shattered, but Lebius knew it was enough to last until victory was decided.

Lebius had already paid too much to reach this point today; he had nothing left to offer.

Lebius tried his best to shed his armor; every weight on his body was a consumption for his Ether. Red Dog wielded the Immovable Sword, assuming a stance ready to thrust, while on the other side, Bologue also struggled to stand up, once again grasping the Sword Axe.

The three formed a triangular stance, and in the next instant, they charged at each other with roars.

Blades intertwined.

Red Dog completely ignored Bologue; his Ether and mind could no longer sustain him for intense combat. Red Dog only targeted Lebius as his aim.

The Immovable Sword swiftly slashed at Lebius, who did not dodge and had no ability to do so either. He raised his left hand, bending it, trying to block the Immovable Sword.

The Power of the Extreme Realm easily cut through Lebius’s flesh, embedded into the bone, and the blade crossed over, slicing off Lebius’s entire left arm.

Simultaneously, Lebius also completely sent the Bone-breaking Knife into Red Dog’s chest.

Blood spilled from Red Dog’s throat; he knew he had won. Just as he was about to exert force again, to completely cleave Lebius in half, sharp pain struck from the side, and the Vengeful Saw Axe severed Red Dog’s calf, forcing him to kneel down.

Red Dog was momentarily stunned, only to see the fury in Lebius’s eyes disappear, replaced just by water-like rationality.

He knew he was tricked.

Lebius’s anger was merely a feint; he had lured him to complete this duel, while the real kill-shot was Bologue, the Negative Power User whom his arrogance had caused him to undervalue.

Protection·Soul Sucking and Essence Stealing.

Red Dog suddenly felt controlled by an invisible force, like being seized by an evil devil’s hand, peeling his skin and hollowing his insides.

It was as if a hole appeared inside him, from which tide-like Ether flowed out, penetrated.

Bologue’s voice was hoarse, "The Defender’s Rectangular Soul Critical is truly hard to breach..."

To kill Red Dog, Bologue teamed up with Lebius for a series of blows, barely filling Red Dog’s Rectangular Soul Critical with leaks, allowing Bologue to find the opportunity and cross-tier to slay Red Dog.

Red Dog’s expression contorted; he seemed to be immersed in a vast void, with only sharp howls echoing incessantly in his ears.

The frenzied evil was slowly devouring Red Dog’s mind until it drained all Ether and blood.

Bologue let go of his hand, and the Defender’s Ether replenished into his body, once again prolonging Bologue’s battle, while Red Dog collapsed heavily to the ground, his Ether drained by Bologue’s Secret Energy and Protection. The Hand Axe lodged in his body continued to suck his blood incessantly, like a bloodletting groove.

None expected the mad death battle to end like this.

Lebius retreated a few steps, equally collapsed on the ground, with a weak breath.

After a long time, a hoarse laugh sounded; Red Dog looked at the misty sky, murmuring, "So boring, Lebius."

Lebius didn’t respond; he took out several syringes and injected them into his body. Even with Etherealization, the injuries rapidly expanded under the invasion of another Ether. His entire left arm dangled, held together only by a bit of flesh.

"Really boring..."

Red Dog lay flat on the ground; as he spoke, a trace of despair and exhaustion filled his eyes, "No matter how we struggle, we’re just pawns, a means for their entertainment."

He seemed to cry, with faint sobs coming from his bloodied face.

Red Dog muttered to himself.

"Where should we go from here?"

Faced with Red Dog’s call, Lebius did not respond; he tried to command himself to stand again, but Lebius could no longer do it, standing up only to fall back down, like a toddler learning to walk.

Bologue walked over, "You should rest."

"It’s not over."

"I know."

Lebius looked up at Bologue, clutching Bologue’s hand tightly, "Continue."

Bologue hesitated for a moment; perhaps because of the similarity between them, there was no need for excessive explanation; Bologue understood Lebius’s meaning.

An inward pull rose from Lebius’s heart; he could feel his Ether being plundered by Bologue, then filled into the opponent’s Alchemy Matrix.

Bologue did not completely seize Lebius’s Ether but left him enough to maintain his Etherealization.

After another sound of flesh rubbing, Bologue pulled the Sword Axe from Red Dog’s body; the wound lost its obstruction, yet no blood flowed, exposed to the air.

Red Dog became even more languid; when Bologue left, he continued to make bizarre laughter.

Gradually, Red Dog lost his voice.

When silence returned to the earth, Lebius’s consciousness gradually blurred; he heard footsteps approaching, and he lifted his head. A familiar figure stood beside him, wearing blue pajamas with a face of many changes.

Belphegor kicked Red Dog’s corpse, clapped forcefully, and smiled at Lebius with satisfaction.

"Congratulations, Lebius, you won."

In the blink of an eye, Belphegor vanished, like a hallucination.

Lebius fell into the pool of blood; vaguely, he heard Red Dog’s laughter again, he screamed and mocked.

"Just a boring game."