When the human world no longer belonged to humanity, perhaps not even the hells of myth could imagine such a horrific scene. Yet Lu PingAn had seen it before—in the Fallen Zone of that foreign realm, in the history of the Salvation Secret Realm, in those freezers that stored "meat."
Perhaps we had failed. Perhaps the future of our race lay within freezer after freezer.
If you're in hell, try to claw your way out yourself. If there is no heaven, create it yourself. If you deny me a way to live, then even as I die, I'll bite a chunk of flesh off you.
"Ha, this is why I love humanity so much."
In the void, Lu PingAn floated up, breaking free of the restraints of the surrounding space as he looked toward the approaching God Above Gods.
The enormous mouth was closing. Lu PingAn, who was being swallowed into it, was still smiling.
It was a rare joy. In that instant, he saw countless dead and living beings. The overwhelming storm of emotion made even the eyes that glimpsed the truth ache.
As that crack in space closed, Lu PingAn saw through everything from within that "black hole."
It was an aggregate of infinite universes, the union of eight God Above Gods—the wronged souls of a group of "starvers" and "those starved to death."
Like the hungry ghosts of myth, they ate forever, yet could never be satisfied.
"So this is Eight-Clawed's true nature."
To them, life was merely a biscuit. Their principle was as simple and blunt as "eat" and "be eaten." As God Above Gods, they were probably of the lowest "tier," but after devouring countless universes, they had forcibly piled themselves up into a qualitative transformation.
This was malice toward countless lives, malice toward life's