The Lord of the End's escape was no different from a warrior severing his own arm.
It gave Rogue an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Hadn't the Lord of Storms been the same before?
Can't you be a little more indecisive? Like those idiotic villains who leave me a chance to wipe you all out in one go—
Rogue grumbled inwardly, but he still abandoned the pursuit without hesitation and instead followed the Lord of the End's avatar as it fell toward the source essence of reincarnation.
Between seven avatars of primordial traits and the will of the Lord of the End protected by time, anyone with half a brain knew which to choose.
The Lord of the End understood that as well.
It had indeed suffered a betrayal because it underestimated the others, but it was not that stupid.
Besides, Rogue had never expected to keep the Lord of the End here in the first place. He had only wanted to stall for time.
Now that his objective had been achieved, these seven primordial traits were all unexpected gains.
"It runs really fast—"
The Lord of the End's avatar moved at astonishing speed, and Rogue could not keep up at all.
Fortunately, he had left quite a few Spirit Candles nearby beforehand. Each one was his true body and could gather swiftly.
Thus, Rogue still managed to buy himself some time.
So, just as the Lord of the End's avatar plunged headfirst into the source essence of reincarnation, with more than half its body about to sink in, Rogue finally dragged it back out.
After burning away the Lord of the End's avatar's ugly shell, Rogue collected four primordial traits.
The world was not functioning normally, so they naturally could not return to heaven and earth.
The other three traits