Corpse Water descended, and heaven and earth fell silent, like the calm before a storm.
The ninth death.
Everyone silently repeated that number, their hearts beating faster and faster.
What was special about the ninth time?
Could something even more terrifying happen?
And now, beneath the gaze of countless people, Little White slowly revived once more. Yet this time, its revival was even more terrifying than the King's appearance.
The King's arrival had sealed off the skies above all of Sky City, cutting everything off outside the city.
But Little White's revival erupted with terrifying Underworld Power, devouring all of the King's black smoke before forming an entirely new and horrifying domain.
This was a turn of events no one had expected.
Fang Yi smiled.
He stood there with his arms folded, perfectly at ease, as though enjoying a good show that was about to begin.
The King in the sky seemed to sense that something was wrong and wanted to unleash Corpse Water again.
But none of the previous nine rounds of Corpse Water had managed to kill Little White, and the King no longer had a chance. The Death Rule was indeed unsolvable; the instant it touched something, it devoured its life force. No living creature could resist Rule Power, no matter how powerful its realm. But the Messenger was different. Every death it experienced was preparation for its next revival.
Mark 1 through Mark 9: multiple ways to die. There was always one that suited you.
If none of the previous attempts had killed the marked person, then all the better. Send the Buddha all the way to the west.
If hell would not come to me, then I would knock on hell's door.
Mark 9: Hell Burial.
When Little White revived for the ninth time.
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