"Clang..."
The white phosphorescence, like flames, gradually died away and vanished completely like ashes.
Within the massive crater several kilometers across, the rolling of rubble and the howling of sand and dust also began to fade, restoring silence to this stretch of heaven and earth.
Boros stared blankly at the sky above.
Only now did the cosmic overlord have the mood to properly take in this planet's surroundings.
Looking at the azure sky, Boros had only one thought.
"So, this is the sky of this planet?"
An endless expanse of blue.
It truly suited the beautiful blue planet he had seen from within his spaceship in outer space.
With that thought, Boros slowly lowered his head and looked in front of himself.
There, the slender Commanding Sword had pierced the single eye in his chest and run through Boros's body.
Boros had likely been pierced clean through, with that pure white long blade protruding from his back.
Yet despite such a wound, not a single drop of blood flowed from Boros's injury.
Because what that sword had killed was not Boros's life, but his very existence.
Boros could feel it.
His once-distant Death Date was being rapidly shortened at an astonishing pace, gradually drawing near.
Before long, only one fate awaited Boros.
"Is this... death?"
No one answered that dreamlike murmur.
That was only natural.
"Drip..."
Blood dripped from the hero who had driven the Commanding Sword into Boros's body, landing on Boros's face.
Yet Fang Li had his head lowered, maintaining that posture without moving at all.
It was not that he did not want to move, but that he could not.
"Honestly..."
Boros murmured.
"He actually lost consciousness just like that?"
Yes.
Fang Li had lost consciousness.
"The price of power appears everywhere, no matter where you are..."