Chapter 72: Bart's Astonishment

The cold wind stirred the surrounding black mist, like countless ghosts wandering, sinister and eerie.

The hypnotist at this moment clearly felt that he had completely lost control over his own nightmare world.

Thump!

A second later, the hypnotist, trembling all over, knelt on the ground, then prostrated himself, pressing his head firmly against the ground, afraid that the corner of his eye might catch sight of something he shouldn't.

"This… this… He is definitely a true deity!" The hypnotist felt his entire body trembling, his brain constantly shuddering.

His spirit, will, intuition, body, even rationality and memory were all trembling incessantly, reaching the brink of collapse.

Clack!

A familiar sound rang out. The hypnotist saw his Spirit Vision instantly surge from 31 points to 70 points.

Instantly, an indescribable fear, anxiety, frenzy, madness, panic, and irritability filled his brain.

Like forcing an extremely timid person to watch the world's most terrifying ghost movie, this kind of maddening feeling instantly threw the hypnotist's spirit into disarray, causing it to collapse.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

Then, a primitive, bestial scream resounded throughout the nightmare space.

Silas stood there motionless, holding a long spear, looking down at the hypnotist. Through his divine vision, he could clearly see that the hypnotist's spirit had already collapsed, his will completely disintegrated, and his soul was filled with cracks.

He could no longer live.

The wolf knights in the sky descended respectfully, forming a guard and standing motionless behind Silas.

Ahhhhh!

The screaming continued. Amidst the screams, the hypnotist went completely mad. He suddenly stood up, his eyes still not daring to look at Silas. Instead, he turned directly, reached out his hands, and gouged out his own eyes.

Immediately after, he tore off his own ears with extreme brutality, his blood-soaked palms constantly clawing at his body, as if trying to tear off his own skin.

"Instinctively trying to eradicate this external fear through hearing, sight, and touch? A good idea, but it has sullied my eyes."

Saying this, Silas raised the long spear in his hand and casually pointed forward.

A biting cold wind instantly appeared and enveloped the hypnotist.

In the blink of an eye, the completely mad hypnotist turned into a crystal-clear ice sculpture.

"My Lord, such trivial matters should be left to us servants," Zach dismounted his phantom wolf, walked over, and said with a bow.

Silas said calmly, "It's not bad to move my body occasionally. Let's go. This filthy place is not worth our continued stay."

With that, Silas soared into the air and flew back to the warship…

In the real world.

Bart extinguished the green flame between his fingers. Before him was Nelson's head.

As for the body, it had completely disappeared from the world.

"A bunch of madmen," Bart sighed, then turned to look at Silas, who was sitting motionless on the ground. Beside him, the Husky was tensed, its face full of vigilance.

"Just let me see how an apprentice like you escapes from the hands of a professional hypnotist." Bart didn't intend to help Silas.

He had always been curious and speculative about Silas's true identity. If Silas was truly as he claimed, then this level of hypnosis definitely couldn't trap him.

Although Silas's words were highly credible, they were ultimately his own conjectures. Whether they were true remained to be verified.

If he had been deceived, he would have suffered a great loss.

So, Bart had no intention of intervening at this moment, wanting to ascertain Silas's true capabilities.

Just as Bart was waiting patiently…

Thump!

Suddenly, with a dull thud, something fell from the rafters and hit the ground not far away.

"I remember only that hypnotist was on the rafters, right?" Bart had noticed the hypnotist's position when he entered but hadn't exposed him.

"Could it be that his spiritual energy ran out?" Bart walked over with a curious expression.

However, he had only taken two steps when he suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold.

This cold was terrifying. If measured by a standard, it was at least minus 100 degrees.

"My heavens! What on earth is going on!" Bart, not daring to approach, saw the hypnotist clearly from about three meters away.

At this moment, the hypnotist had completely turned into a pale white ice sculpture, his entire body frozen solid.

Through the not-so-thick ice, Bart saw the hypnotist's grotesquely twisted face, and the large amounts of blood on his eyes, ears, and hands.

"By my Lord! To cause such cold, this would require at least a master-level Frost Sorceress. No, master-level isn't enough; it needs to be an even higher level!"

"No! No!" Suddenly, Bart discovered a problem.

"This cold wasn't applied from the outside, but permeated from the spirit and soul, freezing the entire body from the inside out."

"Coldness permeating from the spirit and soul…"

Instantly, Bart abruptly turned his head and looked at Silas, who was sitting there motionless.

"So, all of this was Silas's doing? No! Impossible! This terrifying energy, generated through a spiritual link, transcending dimensions, and transforming from virtual to actual, is something that even a master, let alone an apprentice, cannot achieve. To reach this level, one would need at least the power of a Sage."

"Could it be~!" Bart's heart began to pound rapidly, and an uncontrollable shiver, originating from a tiny thought, gradually spread throughout his body.

Crack, crack…

While he was pondering, the body, completely frozen to death, didn't melt but instead cracked from the middle.

The complete ice sculpture neatly split into two halves. From the cross-section, it could be seen that the hypnotist's flesh had completely crystallized, becoming part of the ice.

Seeing this, Bart trembled even more, because such an ability was far beyond what even a Sage could achieve.

However, this was not yet over.

After the ice sculpture split into two halves, it became four neat pieces, then eight, sixteen, thirty-two…

Amidst faint sounds, the ice sculpture rapidly cracked at a geometric rate, very neatly, without the slightest deviation.

Under Bart's gaze, in less than half a minute, the previously complete corpse had already split into countless bean-sized particles, scattered on the ground.

However, this splitting was still continuing fiercely…

"This power… this power…" Bart didn't dare to continue watching. His body instinctively retreated two steps, leaning against the wall, his face deathly pale, still in shock.

He couldn't understand it. He completely couldn't understand it, couldn't see through it. This level of power far exceeded the limits of his comprehension, even exceeding the limits of his worldview.

The corpse was still splitting. Finally, it directly split into countless invisible, minute molecules and, with a gust of cold wind, completely disappeared.

Gulp!

Bart swallowed hard, turned to look at Silas, his eyes filled with awe and fear.

Just at this moment, Silas had just woken up. He opened his eyes, looked in the direction where the hypnotist's corpse had disappeared, and said calmly, "Ants should look like ants."

!!!! Bart was completely dumbfounded.