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As his words fell, Victor erupted with a formidable aura that soared to the skies, his sword radiating white sword energy, and the surrounding space seemed to be subtly sliced into fragments!

Black Ghost looked at Victor, his eyes filled with deep wariness.

He wasn\'t surprised that Victor had seen through his intentions.

Indeed, he was delaying time, not just for the revival of the Crimson Demon, but also to give Owen time to return.

Alone, he stood no chance of holding back the powerhouses of Stellarburg, let alone Victor.

Just as the tension was about to erupt into conflict, Owen, who had gone to activate the array, returned.

Now, he had shed his disguise to reveal his true appearance, an old man with graying hair and a kindly face.

At first glance, no one would suspect this amiable old man was a member of the Dusk Sect.

Holding an ancient tome, Owen stood behind Black Ghost.

He looked towards Baron and the others, his gaze finally settling on Victor.

A smile creased his wrinkled face as he said, "Victor, it\'s been a long time."

"Owen?!"

Seeing Owen, Baron and the others showed surprised expressions.

They had never imagined that this well-known senior arraymancer of the Federation had also joined the Dusk Sect!

Although Owen\'s strength in the Federation wasn\'t the most formidable, he possessed an extremely high mastery of arrays, having created many advanced arrays and being a well-known figure among arraymancers.

If not for the limitations of his talent and his advanced age, Owen might have broken through to the cataclysmic-level long ago.

Victor looked at Owen. Owen used to be a tutor in the array department at the StellarSea Academy in the capital, and Victor graduated from the Stars College.

Although he wasn\'t Owen\'s student, they had met a few times.

Seeing his former teacher from StellarSea Academy now reduced to a lackey of the Dusk Sect, Victor\'s gaze was surprisingly calm.

He slightly lifted his eyes, indifferently saying, "You old thing, do you think you\'ve lived too long and now seek a change in how you live?"

As Victor\'s words fell, Owen\'s complexion drastically changed.

Not because of Victor\'s affront, but because a majestic sword energy, several meters long, ferociously flew towards him!

Owen had no time to chastise Victor for his lack of martial ethics. Not daring to be negligent, his body surged with magical power, and the tome in his hands erupted with dazzling light.

"Hum!"

Both the sky and the ground simultaneously displayed array patterns, with multiple magic arrays activated by Owen at once.

Layers of array shields appeared around him in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!!!" Victor\'s sword energy collided with Owen\'s shields, emitting a deafening roar.

The sword energy crisscrossed, causing the arrays to flicker and tremble.

On Demonbone Peak, the blood-red soil was flung about, and Owen\'s shields were instantly destroyed by a large margin by Victor\'s sword energy!

Everyone felt their eardrums vibrating, with some even having blood trickle from their ears.

The spot where Owen stood was left with a massive crater, a hundred meters in diameter!

Except for the area Owen was in, all the surrounding soil was shredded into dust by Victor\'s sword energy.

Owen, looking at the mere three layers of array shields remaining in front of him, broke out in cold sweat on his wrinkled forehead.

Victor was monstrously strong; even with his arrays pre-arranged and bolstered by various array enhancements, he almost had his defenses broken with a single strike!

Black Ghost, having sensed trouble and distanced himself early, also felt a chill watching this scene.

Owen was a top-tier transcendent-tier arraymancer, capable of contending with cataclysmic-level awakeners when his arrays were properly set.

Yet, even so, he seemed to stand no chance against Victor!

Someone from the Dusk Sect couldn\'t help but exclaim, "He\'s just a regular swordman class, how can Victor be so unbelievably strong? It\'s utterly baffling!"

Old Dog, Gold Flash, and others, hearing this, immediately turned their gaze to John in the screen.

If they remembered correctly, John, like their captain, had only awakened a common magus class but was also absurdly powerful...

However, when Old Dog and the others saw the scene unfolding, they were momentarily taken aback.

The situation seemed a bit different from what they had imagined.

At that moment, others also noticed the anomaly in the trial, looking up at the screen above.

Within the trial, as Lucas\'s blood flowed into it, the black coffin in the palace glowed ever more brilliantly with blood light.

In a short span of time, Lucas\'s figure had shrunk by more than half, leaving almost just a skeleton.

His hair dried up, cheekbones protruded, his flesh withered away, appearing to be barely clinging to life.

However, after the coffin absorbed most of his blood, it still showed no signs of opening.

Even the powerful pressure that initially emanated from it began to slowly dissipate.

Lucas\'s face was filled with disbelief, his voice hoarse, "What\'s happening? Why is there no reaction to my sacrifice to the Crimson Demon? It shouldn\'t be like this!"

Lucas had used a secret bloodline sacrifice ritual, offering a significant amount of his own blood to establish a connection with the Crimson Demon, utilizing the residual dark god power in his blood.

According to his plan, after awakening the Crimson Demon, he should have had a sliver of chance to survive.

After all, the Crimson Demon wouldn\'t just watch someone bearing its legacy power die.

But at this moment, Lucas suddenly found that the Crimson Demon had no response to him at all.

What was going on?

He was sure he had succeeded in the sacrifice, but why hadn\'t the Crimson Demon established a connection with him?

Lucas\'s face was full of confusion and despair, not understanding where the problem lay.

The outside world was equally stunned, not expecting such a turnaround.

Many faces showed relief.

The Crimson Demon not awakening was naturally good news for them.

Black Ghost\'s face turned ugly, he turned to Owen and asked, "What\'s happening?"

Owen furrowed his brows, "Unclear, perhaps there was an issue with some part of Lucas\'s sacrifice."

Black Ghost cursed, "What a waste, never mind him. In a little while, the Crimson Demon will awaken regardless. I\'ll deal with Baron and the others; you hold off Victor. During this time, we absolutely cannot let Victor and his group enter the Bones Tower."

After speaking, Black Ghost\'s body surged with dense black fog, his complexion instantly turning as pale as snow, but his aura dramatically intensified, clearly using a secret technique that was detrimental to his own foundation.

The black fog released by Black Ghost spread rapidly, enveloping everyone in just the blink of an eye.

Simultaneously, Black Ghost\'s form gradually became ethereal, then merged into the black fog, transforming into a shadowy figure that began to launch attacks on Baron, Theodore, Alexander, and the others.

Meanwhile, Owen\'s tome glowed with a blood-red light.

His already aged face became even more withered, yet his body surged with powerful energy fluctuations.

Array patterns spread from Owen as the center, quickly sketching out one array after another in the sky and on the ground, then firmly trapping Victor within them.

Victor\'s eyes, beneath the golden mask, remained calm, showing no intention of dodging.

White mist emerged around him, and his sword slashed towards Owen like a tempest.

Fierce sword energies flew rapidly towards Owen, their overwhelming force leaving deep, bottomless cracks on Demonbone Peak.

Compared to the stormy battles outside, there was a brief moment of calm within the trial.

John looked at Lucas, who was now questioning his life choices, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"What\'s happening?" Seraphina asked, puzzled.

She had already prepared herself for death, but this sudden change left her confused.

Hearing Seraphina\'s question, Lucas\'s gaze also turned towards John. His emaciated cheeks trembled as he roared angrily, "You bastard, what exactly did you do!"

John spread his hands and chuckled lightly, "I didn\'t do anything. It\'s just that the Crimson Demon doesn\'t like its followers, and the Crimson Demon\'s body isn\'t in the coffin. You made a sacrifice to the wrong thing; naturally, it won\'t respond to you."

Hearing John\'s response, Lucas\'s eyes, bloodshot, widened.

He yelled, "Impossible, I clearly felt the presence of the Crimson Demon in the coffin, and it accepted my sacrifice. You must have tampered with something!"

John scoffed, hardly bothering to explain. Because what was inside the massive coffin wasn\'t the slumbering Crimson Demon at all, but the Crimson Demon\'s treasure!

When John had searched the entire palace without finding any clues to the treasure, he had thought it wasn\'t there.

But when Lucas attempted to awaken the slumbering Crimson Demon, John suddenly questioned something.

The coffin was too conspicuous; it seemed everyone assumed the Crimson Demon must be sleeping inside.

But if the Crimson Demon truly was in slumber, would it place itself in such an obvious location?