CHAPTER 275: CHAPTER275-RULES OF SPACE

"Ha, right, I almost forgot," Tristan said, slapping his forehead and laughing.

At the same time, a chill began to creep over his body.

Although often seen as a playboy, Tristan was not unintelligent.

Yashum’s words had made him aware of the looming danger.

Owen glanced at Tristan with a sense of resignation, not bothering to add anything.

He knew that no matter what, things were about to get very complicated.

Even if they managed to escape this time, the Tyrant Cult would be furious.

"If you have any life-saving measures your father gave you, remember to use them."

Although Owen felt that Tristan’s fate was sealed, he still kindly advised him, whether it was to help them buy more time or out of fear of the Tyrant Cult’s wrath.

Tristan’s eyes widened slightly.

Owen’s words implied that his life was in danger.

How could that be possible?

He was the son of the First Church’s Pope, a man known for his protectiveness. How could anyone dare to kill him?

Despite his disbelief that their pursuers would kill him, Tristan discreetly gripped the life-saving artifact his father had given him.

According to his father, this artifact could withstand a full-force attack from a rule-tier powerhouse, and it would take a considerable amount of time for anyone below rule-tier to break through it.

He also began to secretly send messages to his father, just in case.

He valued his life highly.

Owen observed Tristan’s changing expressions and then looked away.

If previously there was a chance that Tristan would only be knocked out and taken away, now he was undoubtedly doomed.

The opponent’s intentions were clear as day through his reactions.

Moreover, Tristan’s naive belief that no one noticed him taking out the life-saving artifact was too optimistic.

If Owen, merely at nirvana-tier, could sense it, those at rule-tier would undoubtedly be aware as well.

"When I say run, you all must flee without looking back, understand?"

With their slip-ups already exposed, Owen no longer concealed his expression, conveying a message of gravity to Anderson and the others through a mental message.

Anderson and the rest nodded solemnly.

They understood that staying would only complicate matters for Owen, possibly depriving him of the chance to escape.

"Owen, be careful," Anderson, knowing Owen well, was aware that he must have a plan to buy them time and facilitate their escape, but still, he offered a word of caution.

Owen nodded, his gaze becoming more focused, and the arcanergy around him began to gather slowly.

Meanwhile, those hidden in the shadows revealed slight smiles.

In their eyes, a nirvana-tier grade 3 was no more significant than an ant.

If not for the presence of other formidable beings lurking nearby, they would have already attacked.

Owen’s expression turned solemn.

Suddenly, Owen shouted, "Run!"

Simultaneously, he reached into the void with his palm, using his innate power to grasp all the scattered and small patterns hidden within the world, then fiercely swept them towards the surrounding forest.

At the moment Owen manipulated the patterns, the sky changed color, clouds gathered, and a storm erupted, with endless flames birthing from the void...

"Chase them!"

The hidden assailants, seeing Anderson and the others fleeing, hurriedly signaled their comrades.

But as soon as they spoke, they were terrified to find horrific flames encircling them, consuming half of one’s body in an instant.

Aside from a few rule-tier powerhouses, the rest met the same fate, either engulfed by terrifying flames or extreme cold...

In just a moment, except for five rule-tier powerhouses who managed to escape the woods, the rest perished under the patterns Owen had activated.

"Kill Tristan first!" A rule-tier powerhouse with an ordinary face said coldly.

Despite being taken aback by Owen’s tactics, they understood that their primary target was still Tristan, who likely possessed the sought-after treasures.

They were well aware that, given Tristan’s character, it was impossible for him to relinquish any benefits willingly.

Indeed, if Tristan had followed his usual disposition, he would have not only hoarded the treasures but also felt fully justified in doing so, just as these rule-tier powerhouses had anticipated.

This perception of Tristan had so deeply ingrained itself into their subconscious that even if Tristan claimed he hadn’t gained anything, they would only hear it as an attempt to dodge their pursuit.

"Owen, save me!"

Hearing the words of the ordinary-looking rule-tier man, Tristan’s face paled instantly, and he desperately called out to Owen for help.

At the same time, Tristan activated the artifact in his hand, creating a barrier around him that prevented anything from approaching within ten meters.

"Since we’re all taking action, let’s just kill him and whoever grabs the treasure first, keeps it," the ordinary-faced rule-tier powerhouse said to the four companions before charging forward.

The other four, having come this far together, were naturally prepared in disguise, not believing that Tristan’s father could arrive immediately after killing Tristan!

As rule-tier individuals, although they were far below Tristan’s father’s enlightenment-tier, their understanding of the enlightenment-tier was much more profound than others.

While an enlightenment-tier could break through space to teleport, the range was limited to tens of thousands of miles.

The distance between the Ancient Ruins and the Tyrant Cult spanned hundreds of thousands of miles.

Even for an enlightenment-tier traveling at full speed, it would take at least half an hour.

They would have to break through space multiple times to reach this location.

Unless the opponent had mastered the rules of space, it would be impossible for them to arrive immediately.

The Tyrant Cult’s two enlightenment-tier powerhouses specialize in the "rules of metal" and certainly do not possess the rules of space.

Three rule-tier powerhouses immediately followed the ordinary-looking rule-tier powerhouse in their attack on Tristan, while another rule-tier’s gaze flickered, observing Owen decisively fleeing and followed suit.

Owen felt a sinking feeling in his heart as he fled.

He had hoped that using Tristan might buy him some time to escape, but he hadn’t anticipated that a rule-tier powerhouse would directly pursue him, and with his current strength, escape was impossible.

"Friend, hand over your storage bag to me, and I won’t make things difficult for you," said the powerhouse, closing the distance to Owen rapidly.

Upon hearing this, Owen immediately understood why he was being pursued.

This rule-tier powerhouse was eyeing his top-quality storage bag, a gift from Renat as a token of apprenticeship.

Although it appeared to be a small bag, it could hold a lot of items.

Considering the high risk of killing Tristan, this person had decided to target him instead.

As for the claim of not making things difficult for him, Owen didn’t believe it at all.

"I’ve already memorized your aura. I advise you to leave now. The elder of my sect is about to arrive."

"Is that so?" The rule-tier powerhouse chuckled dismissively.

"Even if it’s the Tyrant Cult, the closest, it would take about an hour for the elder to arrive. It’s only been a quarter of an hour now, why should I be afraid?"

Owen did not show any signs of panic.

"I forgot to mention, the elder of my sect was nearby enjoying a leisurely visit and should be arriving soon."

Indeed, upon Owen’s declaration, the rule-tier powerhouse’s complexion subtly shifted, hesitation flickering in his eyes, which then quickly hardened into resolve.

"In that case, I must act swiftly!" he stated, his gaze turning icy as the gap between him and Owen closed at an alarming rate.

Owen’s eyes flickered, subtly sensing the opponent’s position while more of the rules of space’s mind power surged within him.

Ever since the rule-tier powerhouse had begun his pursuit, Owen had been feverishly assimilating the rules of space.

Now, he was capable of executing short-range teleports, effectively securing his life.

"I’ll warn you one more time, it’s still not too late to leave," Owen said, his gaze chilling as he looked towards the rapidly approaching rule-tier powerhouse.

"Hah!"

The rule-tier powerhouse let out a cold laugh, looking at Owen as if he were merely an ant.

"Playing nice earlier was just to toy with you. Did you really take yourself so seriously?"

"Having advised you thus and seeing your continued obstinance..."

Owen trailed off, suddenly revealing a smirk full of implication.

"Then, we’ll meet again in the future."

As soon as his words fell, Owen’s figure vanished from the spot, reappearing twenty miles away, then without hesitation, he teleported again, continuing to increase the distance.

"You..."

The rule-tier powerhouse stared dumbfounded at the spot where Owen disappeared, disbelief coloring his eyes.

Had the other party vanished without causing any spatial ripples?

Upon spotting Owen twenty miles away, his body jolted, eyes turning a fierce blood red.

"Rules of space!"

The words were squeezed through gritted teeth, and in the next moment, he unleashed an even more terrifying power, pursuing at full speed.

The ability to teleport without causing spatial fluctuations could only be achieved by mastering the rules of space, one of the most formidable among the eight supreme rules of the universe.

To even comprehend it, let alone the tales surrounding the rules of space, was almost unheard of.

Could Owen, someone who hadn’t even reached nirvana-tier grade 4, have grasped the rules of space?

He would never believe it, so the most likely explanation was that his opponent had obtained an entity of the rules of space!