Upon the constantly collapsing ground, an Electric Scooter crept slowly along the shattered streets.
Lu Wuwei had already twisted the throttle to its limit, but compared to the speed at which the Yata no Kagami was breaking apart, it was still far too slow. Dust and rubble instantly swallowed his figure.
Cracks in the void spread around him, and it seemed he would soon fall into them.
Lu Wuwei calmly glanced back at the collapsing earth and sky, silently lowered his helmet visor, placed a Little Yellow Duck atop his head, and wobbled into the air.
Rather than leaving the Yata no Kagami through the opening, he turned around and drove toward its shattered depths, facing the void fragments filling the sky as he traveled along the edge of the crumbling world.
Of the two orders Zuo Qing had placed, he had only completed one. There was still one person... one he had yet to find.
Before completing the order, even if heaven and earth collapsed, nothing could stop him.
This was Lu Wuwei's unwavering commitment to delivery.
Ruins.
Clang—!
A sharp flash of blade light swept past, and Wu Xiangnan's corpse fell to the ground once more. His hollow eyes stared at the sky, devoid of the slightest trace of life.
Moments later, his body rapidly reassembled. Violent coughing rang out as he staggered to his feet, gasping heavily for breath.
"Which time is this?"
"The thirty-second."
The white-haired King Mask gripped Yiyuan, looking at him with a complicated expression. "You've been killed by me thirty-two times in a row. No matter how fast my blade is, the shadow and despair brought by death are real. Do you really not want to rest?"
Wu Xiangnan raised his head, glanced at the ruins crumbling at an astonishing pace in