As Lu Ning fell to the ground, an invisible shockwave spread out, and everyone immediately felt as if their bodies had undergone some kind of change.

The next moment, wrinkles appeared on Steve's forehead, and strands of white hair appeared on his head.

An Lan's face visibly became younger, and her wrinkles decreased at an extremely rapid pace.

Su Qi's eyes showed visibly fine lines around her eyes, and Aisha Lin's skin condition also visibly deteriorated.

A look of horror appeared on everyone's faces, and they retreated one after another.

Ling Chuan also retreated.

But as soon as he took a step, with a crack, his bones broke, and he fell backward.

Aishalin waved her hand, and frost condensed, supporting Ling Chuan and pulling him back.

Ling Chuan's condition was worse than before; his eyes were cloudy and his expression was somewhat blank.

Everyone could sense that Ling Chuan seemed to have reached the point of exhaustion.

However, they no longer cared about this matter.

They tensed up, watching Lu Ning's corpse warily.

"What happened? Was that the power of time just now?" Su Qi touched the corner of his eye, his eyes filled with a ferocious look.

Aisalind was also very serious: "Very strong... Be careful."

Just then, they saw Lu Ning's head, which had almost turned into a small ball of flesh, grow at an extremely fast speed, regain its facial features, and become a baby's head.

Then, the baby's head reverted to that of a teenager and a young adult.

His body was also regaining its fullness from its original hunched and withered state.

After three breaths, Lu Ning returned to normal.

He silently got up, looking at the bronze metal floor that was oozing black viscous liquid with some surprise.

Under normal circumstances, with his current strength, even if his physical body turned into blood mist, he could recover in just one breath.

But he just took more than three breaths.

The power of time is preventing him from recovering; it's terrifying.

Lu Ning looked into his sea of ​​consciousness, his mental energy enveloping the source of the disordered time worm's pollution.

The phantom of the disordered insect roared, and the moment Lu Ning's mental energy was enveloped, it was as if time had been reset, returning him to his original position.

The Dreamweaver Spider Queen, the source of pollution, huddled in a corner, not daring to approach the source of pollution from the disordered insects.

Lu Ning could even feel the trembling and fear of the Dreamweaver Spider Mother's pollution source.

Clearly, the source of contamination from this disordered insect worm frightened the mother spider of the Dreamweaver Spider.

Lu Ning could clearly sense that this disordered time worm was different from the other evil gods he had encountered.

It's more than one level stronger.

Perhaps other evil gods are not on the same level as Him.

However, the source of pollution is just a source of pollution, not the evil god himself.

Lu Ning relentlessly drew closer with his mental energy, and gradually, he developed a certain immunity to the time-resetting ability of the Time-Disordered Worm.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Ning finally managed to weave a cage for the disordered time worms using his mental power.

He exhaled a soft breath and withdrew from his sea of ​​consciousness.

Lu Ning then looked behind him, where An Lan and the others were still watching them warily.

Lu Ning could clearly sense that the group's condition was much worse than before.

Everyone is eroded by time.

Seeing that Lu Ning had regained consciousness, An Lan immediately asked, "Lu Ning, how are you feeling? Are you alright?"

Lu Ning calmly said, "Fortunately, that place is polluted, and it's a very powerful evil god-level place."

Aishalin was not surprised; her expression was extremely serious as she looked at the metal floor covered in black slime.

"If the marks left on the ground can have such power, one can imagine how strong the entity behind them must be."

"How is it now? Is this place still dangerous?" Su Qi asked with some doubt.

Lu Ning glanced at the ground and shook his head slightly: "I feel there's no problem anymore; the cycle should have been broken."

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Steve then immediately said, "Shall we leave now? This place is probably beyond our ability to explore. Perhaps we need to go back and inform the Guardians."

An Lan nodded with a serious expression: "I agree, this is beyond our scope of handling."

Aishalin nodded, then her expression changed slightly as she asked, "I wonder how Osiris and the others are doing?"

Everyone thought of Ya'en and the others, and their expressions immediately turned worried.

Just then, a weak cough was heard.

Then everyone remembered that Ling Chuan was still there.

They turned to look at Ling Chuan.

Aishalin had already placed Ling Chuan on the ground. He was now almost a skeleton with a foreskin, barely breathing.

The crowd gathered around.

With a hint of pity in her eyes, An Lan asked in a low voice, "Ling Chuan... do you have any last words?"

Everyone else fell silent.

They all noticed.

Ling Chuan is probably clinging to his last breath at this moment.

Ling Chuan breathed heavily, then gave a strained smile: "I never thought... I would die of old age... I always thought I would die in battle."

A sense of unease crept into everyone's hearts.

Even among Awakened Ones, even high-level Awakened Ones, not many die of old age.

Most of the high-level awakened individuals in the Mist Bureau either died in battle or suffered increasingly severe mental interference due to their high mental strength, ultimately sliding into the abyss of disease.

For high-level awakened beings, dying of old age is a luxury.

Unfortunately, Lingchuan's death from old age was not a natural one.

Everyone could hear the helplessness and self-deprecation in Ling Chuan's voice.

Lu Ning also remained silent for a while.

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