Samlet carried Smog's severed head and walked step by step toward the only intact region within a thousand-mile radius, aside from Dwarf City.
There, Chen Cheng's body lay quietly on the ground. Beside him were the Black Dragon Emperor's already cold corpse and the gravely wounded San Long.
"Hall Master."
Enduring the tearing pain from the wounds in his scales, San Long looked at Samlet, a trace of hope in his voice.
Samlet knew what San Long meant. He was asking whether there was still any chance of resurrection.
This was not only for Chen Cheng, but also for the Black Dragon Emperor beside him.
Yet Samlet answered nothing. He merely placed Smog's head before Chen Cheng's body, then in the next instant crashed down to the ground like a mountain.
Samlet's body was collapsing, and there was no exhilaration from slaying a god on his face—only boundless grief.
He could not save Chen Cheng, because he could not sense even the slightest trace of Chen Cheng's true spirit. Other than memories related to Chen Cheng and this corpse, it was as though Chen Cheng had never existed in this world.
As San Long watched Samlet's body crumble away bit by bit, he was filled with disbelief before letting out a grief-stricken roar.
The dragon's roar echoed for a hundred miles, while Samlet, already nearing Oblivion, looked toward the Black Dragon Emperor's corpse beside Chen Cheng.
"Stop roaring. He can still be saved."
Using half an arm to prop himself up, Samlet dragged himself step by step to the Black Dragon Emperor's side. Then he raised the Sword of Kings and slashed through the empty air above the Black Dragon Emperor's head.
The sound of something shattering rang within their hearts. Samlet used the Destruction Law to sever the life-link