With the efficient and precise dismantling work of the alchemy golems below, the runes of the pseudo-rule grafting array dimmed and shattered one by one, and the energy circuits were forcibly cut off. High above, Cyrus immediately felt with clarity the power of the Death Rule that originally surged into his body like a river was rapidly diminishing and drying up!
The dark mist around him, as dense as ink, became thin, and the pulsating dark red runes on his skin flickered violently before quickly dimming, as if they had lost their energy source. That sense of wielding Rules, almost omnipotent strength, receded from his body like the tide.
"Power... my power..."
For the first time, Cyrus's face showed a look of panic and disbelief as he felt his realm level rapidly declining. He suddenly raised his head and glared at Lynch with eyes filled with venom and rage, roaring, "Damn bastard! What have you done to my array?!"
