He was still dressed in a grey hooded robe, but his appearance was completely different.

Solid and heavy, like a dark iceberg that has existed since ancient times.

Under the hood was no longer a vague outline of energy, but a true face with deep lines and the breath of endless time.

He was an old man with a gloomy face, tall stature, white complexion and no beard.

The moment he landed, he did not take action immediately, as if this brief journey and tearing of space was just an ordinary stroll for him.

His abyss-like eyes swept across the entire battlefield indifferently.

Torge was lying on the ground under the pressure of the star disk, but he was still struggling to break out.

In the distance, Mark was hidden in the ice wall, dying, the color of his body dim but still shining tenaciously.

On the side of the ice, Anna and Monica were twitching in pain due to the interruption of their magic power, their breath was weak and on the verge of collapse.

The dwarf Enzo is still struggling to get up.

Finally, he fixed his gaze on the pink slime that had dared to desecrate his clone and was now frozen in place by the terrifying pressure of its original form, with a trace of dark magic still lingering on its tentacles.

The oracle's body did not stay on Xiao Mu for too long.

It was just a low-level monster with some special abilities, and was not worthy of his attention at all.

The real root of the problem is the priest who repeatedly disrupts the situation.

His cold gaze hit Mark in the deep pit of the ice wall like a solid lead block, and a hint of understanding and bone-chilling murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

In the depths of those abyssal pupils, countless threads of fate seemed to be intertwined and deduced.

A familiar name, an identity, instantly equated with the "unpredictable person" in front of him.

"Oh……"

A low and cold sneer came from the mouth of the Oracle. There was no angry roar, but it was more terrifying than any roar.

He stretched out his withered but extremely solid palm and clenched it in the air in the direction of Torge.

An invisible force of will instantly crossed the distance, and like shackles, temporarily suppressed Torge, who was ready to move due to the explosion of magic power from his main body, causing his huge ice crystal body to temporarily stagnate.

After ensuring that the biggest threat was temporarily under control, the Oracle's gaze fell on Mark again.

"No wonder..." The Oracle spoke indifferently. His voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly in every inch of space.

His words carried the insight of all things and the coldness of his final judgment.

"No wonder the Puppet Master, after decades of painstaking effort, had his Dragon Body Project fall apart at the last moment... Turns out, it was all thanks to you, this anomaly, this 'Unpredictable'..."

His words were like a cold scraper, scraping across the soul of everyone present.

He didn't ask, he was already convinced.

As soon as he said this, everyone in Mark's team was shocked.

Since arriving at the Icefield, they had always believed that they were in contact with the various churches that evacuated from the central continent to the Icefield more than two hundred years ago.

But I never thought that the mastermind behind this incident actually knew the 'Puppeteer'!

And judging from his current form, this guy is much stronger than the puppeteer!

The puppeteer might be a ninth-level professional like Alfonso.

But the oracle before him must undoubtedly be of the legendary level or above.

He is not even an ordinary legendary powerhouse.

How should Mark's team fight against this mastermind?

It's a dead end!

"It seems that keeping you in this world will only become a stumbling block to more great plans."

The Oracle spoke in a steady tone, as if stating an established law. "You must not remain here! This very place today marks the end of your unpredictable fate!"

The moment the words fell, the tips of the withered claws hanging at the sides of the Oracle's body moved slightly.

A thin black line formed purely by magic power, silently and faster than lightning, directly ignored the spatial distance and shot towards Mark who was unable to dodge in the deep pit of the ice wall!

This is no longer a minor restraint or extraction, it is a killing blow from someone who has surpassed the legendary level and truly touched the realm of God!

Although the clone's sacrifice only lasted half an hour, in the Oracle's view, he had plenty of time to kill Mark, extract the professional core, and completely control the 'Heart of the Star Corpse'.

Therefore, he had to eliminate the biggest hidden danger to the organization first.

Just as the dark thread of the Oracle's body, carrying the will of absolute obliteration, was about to pierce Mark's head—

Buzz!

A pure and cold starlight, like a veil hanging from the night sky, appeared in front of Mark without any warning.

The light is not a solid shield, but more like a flowing curtain of starlight.

The pitch-black thread that condensed the oracle's will and was strong enough to tear apart space disappeared mysteriously the moment it shot into the starlight curtain, like a drop of water sinking into a deep pool, without even causing a ripple!

The next moment!

Less than half an inch to the side of the Oracle's temple, a tiny, imperceptible ripple appeared in space without any warning.

The dark death line that belonged to him just disappeared suddenly appeared out of thin air with the same power and speed, silently and fatally piercing his head!

For the first time, the Oracle's withered and indifferent face twitched slightly in astonishment. It was not because he was afraid of the attack, but because this exquisite and law-level space replacement method was beyond his instant prediction!

"snort!"

A cold snort filled with disdain emanated from his nose.

At the moment when the black line was about to touch the skin, the Oracle didn't even turn his head, but the dark magic power flashed in the depths of the pupil on the side of the attack!

bite!

An extremely slight crisp sound.

The line of death that came from space and belonged to him suddenly solidified just a millimeter away from the skin of his temple.

It was as if it had hit an invisible barrier, instantly collapsing and annihilating, turning into a few wisps of black smoke and dissipating in the biting air.

"who?!"

The oracle suddenly looked up, his abyssal gaze piercing through the swirling cold fog and the lingering starlight, locking onto the sky.

The sinister face beneath the hood was icy cold, and his voice penetrated every inch of frozen soil in the canyon, carrying with it the inviolable rage and the pressure of a supreme being.

"How dare you play with space in front of me, who controls the laws of dark space? You are such a coward!"

In response to him, there was a sound of flapping wings that came from far away and was as dense as drumbeats.

Hulala——!

Several jackdaws, their bodies made of pure starlight, let out short cries like the friction between metal and stone, breaking through the thin ice mist and flying from different directions.

They did not collide in the air right in front of the Oracle, but instead began to circle and gather rapidly as if returning to their nest!

The starlight flows, interweaves, and collapses!

A dazzling light flashed, and the jackdaw's form disappeared without a trace, replaced by a figure suspended in mid-air, shrouded in a wide star-patterned robe.