The five people were uncontrollably lifted into the air and flew rapidly toward the black vortex.

Wherever the suction force passed, black cracks were torn through space. The five people watched as they drew ever closer to the abyss, their remaining source of the laws within them being frantically drained away, their hearts filled with despair.

I'm going to die.

This time, it's truly a complete and utter demise.

Just as the five people were flying halfway, less than ten meters away from the vortex, a sudden change occurred.

A brief moment of disorientation flashed in Mr. Duan's eyes. The colors of the entire world faded to gray and white in that instant. The flying pebbles, the raging wind, and even the black, swallowing vortex all fell into absolute stillness at this moment.

Time was forcibly interfered with.

This daze lasted for less than 0.1 seconds.

Mr. Duan regained his senses; the grayish-white color faded, and his original colors returned. The suction force was still operating, but there was nothing in front of him. The five people who were about to be sucked into the vortex had long since disappeared.

Mr. Duan raised an eyebrow and dispersed the vortex in his hand.

He turned his head and saw that the five seriously injured people had appeared high in the sky and landed steadily next to Mingze.

Mingze was surrounded by a silvery glow, which was the manifestation of the time law operating at its extreme.

Mr. Duan was somewhat surprised.

The other party actually managed to rescue the person from his own hands.

Mr. Duan slowly suppressed his smile:

"Mingze, it seems your time management skills have improved again."

High in the sky.

A fierce wind swept through the ruins of the Eighth World.

Mingze hovered in mid-air, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.

The silver light of the Time Law surrounding him had dimmed to an extreme degree and could be extinguished at any moment.

Cold sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped into the abyss below.

Forcibly taking someone away from Mr. Duan, who was at the threshold of transcendence, was extremely taxing on Mingze.

The law of time is one of the most domineering underlying rules in the universe, not to mention that it interferes with Mr. Duan's cause and effect.

Having narrowly escaped death, Honglian's crimson armor was shattered.

She endured the excruciating pain of her very being being torn apart, her eyes fixed on the teetering Mingze ahead.

"Mingze... how are you?" Honglian's voice trembled unusually, her eyes filled with worry.

She knew Mingze's personality all too well; he would never show such a weak state unless he was pushed to his limit.

Mingze didn't turn around, but simply raised his right hand, which was convulsing from exhaustion, and waved it with his back to the crowd, indicating that he could still hold on.

Just then, a slight energy fluctuation came from the desolate ruins below.

Mr. Duan, holding a black cane, stepped lightly into the air and slowly rose into the sky.

He moved with composure, and the wind did not lift the hem of his clothes at all.

In the blink of an eye, Mr. Duan reached the same height as Mingze and the others.

A suffocating pressure weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Mr. Duan stared silently at Mingze, whose face was deathly pale.

“I almost forgot.”

"What you possess is the power of time, capable of altering the past and predicting the future."

His hands, clad in snow-white gloves, gently caressed the tip of his cane, his eyes revealing a look of inquiry.

"I want to ask you something."

"In the future you envision, is there any possibility of your victory?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Lei Ze, Fen Tian, Yan Sui, Bo Ning, Qi Xing, and Hong Lian all stared intently at Ming Ze.

They held their breath.

They desperately wanted to hear even the slightest glimmer of hope from Mingze.

However, faced with Mr. Duan's questioning and his comrades' expectant gazes, Mingze did not hesitate and calmly shook his head.

"teacher."

Your future is unpredictable and unobservable.

"You have transcended the underlying logic of this universe; the river of time is nothing but a void and a fog over you."

All I can do is change the past.

"Just now, to save them..."

"I tried time rewinding more than 1,500 times before I finally succeeded once."

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

"What?!"

Lei Ze's eyes widened suddenly.

"More than 1,500 times?!"

Bo Ning, standing to the side, gasped, his scalp tingling.

As a powerhouse who excels in mental strength and data analysis, Bo Ning knew all too well what this meant.

A brief rewind of time, and the resulting backlash from the rules, would be enough to crush an SSS-level powerhouse into nothingness.

Mingze actually reversed time more than 1,500 times in that instant!

Qi Xing stared wide-eyed at Ming Ze's slender back.

"You're crazy..." Qi Xing muttered to himself.

He finally understood why Mingze had said there was a 99% failure rate.

In that instant, Mingze had witnessed them being wiped out by Mr. Duan more than 1,500 times.

Each time he rewinds, he has to watch his comrades die tragically and endure the pain of his soul being torn apart.

No wonder he looked so tired.

Seeing the shocked expressions on everyone's faces, Mr. Duan did not mock them, but instead showed a hint of admiration.

He nodded slightly, his tone sincere:

"Mingze, you are the student I am most satisfied with."

"I've said this before, and it still does now."

Mr. Duan gently twirled his cane.

"You should be proud of yourself for being able to rescue someone from my clutches."

The killing trap of the detached.

Mingze's ability to do this is enough to prove that his mastery of the laws of time has reached the pinnacle in the present world.

Mr. Duan changed the subject, his tone turning cold again.

"What are you planning to do next?"

"Some endings, once determined, are beyond repair no matter how many times you try to change the past."

"The gap in strength cannot be bridged by going back in time."

Mingze did not refute, but nodded silently.

"Teacher, I understand."

"But we were all brought up by you."

Mingze looked directly at Mr. Duan and said, word by word, "We never admit defeat willingly."

Even with a zero chance of victory, the warriors of the Eighth World will never surrender.

"Could you please give us a little time?"

Mingze bowed slightly, his tone calm.

“I’ll hold a pre-battle mobilization meeting for them.”

Mr. Duan looked at the student he had personally trained, but neither got angry nor took any action.

He slightly raised his right hand and waved it, indicating that it was nothing to worry about.

For a transcendent being who wields absolute power, he has ample patience.

After receiving permission, Mingze turned around and looked at Lei Ze, Fentian, Yan Sui, Bo Ning, Qi Xing, and Hong Lian behind him.

These six top experts were covered in blood and their auras were weak, but their eyes were still burning with passion.

"Gentlemen."

Mingze's gaze swept over every familiar face, his voice not loud.

"Do you remember what I told you?"

Everyone looked at Mingze and nodded heavily without hesitation. They had long been prepared to be shattered to pieces for this battle.

Seeing the resolute expressions on his comrades' faces, Mingze raised his trembling hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. A rare smile appeared on his usually stern face.

"If there is a new world in the future."

Mingze looked at them and said softly.

"I hope we'll meet again in the new world."

Upon hearing this, tears welled up in Honglian's eyes and slid down her blood-stained cheeks. She stared intently at Mingze's pale face.

"If I get to the new world, I will definitely remember you."

Honglian's voice was thick with nasal tone, yet unusually domineering, "You mustn't forget me then!"

At this final moment, she finally dropped her pretense.

However, Mingze was slightly taken aback by Honglian's request, and then shook his head honestly.

"That's hard to say."