Little by little, in the incomparably brilliant golden light, Blore suddenly felt that the setting sun seemed to be rising again.

The light pierced the sky, like the reversal of time, or the intervention of some mysterious force. His pupils contracted slightly, and his heartbeat quickened, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment.

"Ah? The sun rises in the west..."

Broll thought in a daze in his busy schedule. The dark chains wrapped around his body were still moving in the air without wind. The golden rune lines intertwined in the air to form a huge net, covering the straw monster.

His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the huge consumption of mental energy made him feel dizzy, but he did not dare to relax at all.

But as the sun rose again, Blore clearly noticed that the straw monster's movements seemed to slow down.

The originally violent monster gradually lost its previous ferocity under the cover of the golden runes, as if it was restrained by some invisible force.

Its movements became slower and slower, until it finally stopped completely, and just like at the beginning, it slowly bent down, like a body without a soul.

However, Blore did not feel relieved. He felt a sense of gaze, a gaze coming from all directions.

Those gazes seemed to penetrate his body and strike his soul.

He couldn't pinpoint the source of these gazes, but their presence made him feel incredibly oppressive.

There was confusion, anxiety, and wonder in those eyes... but not a single one of them contained a trace of happiness.

Blore's heart sank, for he knew that the owners of these gazes were not there to help him.

Instead, they seemed to be waiting, waiting for the moment when his strength was exhausted, waiting for the moment when he could no longer maintain this rune cage.

Broll's face, already pale from blood loss, became even paler as he used a lot of mental power.

His fingers trembled slightly, and the lines drawn in the air by the golden runes surrounded by the chains on his body began to become unstable.

The golden rune cage gradually lost its luster as time passed, as if it would collapse at any time.

But he still persisted.

He knew that if he gave up, the straw monster would rekindle its activity, and the eyes lurking in the shadows would pounce on him. He couldn't fall, at least not yet.

Blore took a deep breath and forced himself to focus.

The words in the book emerged in his mind: "The power to transform runes through the carrier comes from your will. As long as your will is not extinguished, the runes will not dissipate."

He clenched his teeth and muttered something, the chains on his body began to move again, and the runes flowed slowly like a gurgling stream.

The golden rune lines re-condensed in the air, and the luster of the rune cage also recovered a little.

The straw monster seemed to feel the increase in the power of the rune, and let out a low roar, trying to break free, but was ultimately suppressed by the power of the rune.

Blore knew that this was only a temporary victory. He had to find a solution as soon as possible, otherwise he would be dragged down by this force sooner or later.

He glanced around, trying to find the source of those gazes, but all around was still silent. Only the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the earth, reflecting his figure in the sea.

"Can't give up..." Blore muttered to himself.

Golden rune lines intertwined in the air, as if weaving an invisible net, isolating all dangers.

He knew very well that this battle was far from over.

Suddenly, the monster, which was originally twisted and tangled, as if woven from wheat straw, slowly began to "decompose".

At first, it only trembled slightly, as if some unknown force was quietly awakening changes in its body.

Blore stared at it intently, his eyes full of wariness and uneasiness.

The chains on his body seemed to sense some strange fluctuations at this moment. The golden runes that flowed like streams and were originally evenly distributed on every inch of the chain's surface began to slowly and slowly regroup, as if being pulled by some invisible force, returning to the core of the chain bit by bit.

In Blore's eyes, the monster's original appearance was so strange and disturbing.

It resembled a massive object formed from countless strange and bizarre straws. Each straw was distorted, as if it had been tortured and ravaged by some utterly evil force, leaving it in such a grotesque state. Its surface was covered in mottled marks, and it constantly exuded a nauseating, rancid odor so pungent it was nearly impossible to breathe.

However, at this moment, the "dissolving" process taking place before his eyes filled Blore with a horrifying feeling. The straw, which had once seemed incredibly solid, suddenly seemed to lose all its strength and began to soften. Its texture also changed from dry to extremely sticky, and it also emitted an eerie, bloody red hue, as if stained with blood.

At this moment, the wheat straw was no longer the dry straw or sharp steel needles people had imagined. They had transformed into piles of limp objects, like lumps of rotting meat, piled together lifelessly. The suffocating stench grew stronger, enveloping the surroundings like a thick dark cloud, filling people with a strong sense of nausea and fear.

And in this pile of bloody red "fat", there are also countless pale and cold bones.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!