Heavy rain poured down.
At a glance, every raindrop seemed to land on At. But on closer inspection, one would find that miniature Pilgrims had already been arranged in neat rows across At's body. They held their curtains high, keeping the rain out.
The curtains fit tightly together, as if another layer of skin had been added over his original skin. There was barely any visible change on the outside, but in reality, they blocked all scene factors and guarded against everything.
At had become especially cautious now. He was only one step away from completion—and it was also the simplest step. He did not want anything to go wrong at this stage.
At present,
At looked at William descending like a god. The moment he saw Mr. Yi seamlessly fused to William's back, he instantly understood the source of his opponent's confidence.
But when he saw Yi Chen's old, blood-seeping, miserable state, At shook his head helplessly, then burst out laughing.
"Hahahaha~ William, is this your full-power form? Why does it look like a hybrid 'thrown together' from bits and pieces? It isn't pure in the slightest, and it has no aesthetic appeal whatsoever.
"I remember your title was The Gestalt One, but now you haven't even completed your eyes.
"My cancer cells can clearly sense that your entire body is riddled with vulnerabilities. You may look diverse, but in reality, you're terribly fragile. I suspect you'd struggle even against those 'Seven Marquis.'
"If this were Mr. Yi from before, when he fought the Emperor, I might still have been wary. But the current Mr. Yi seems to have been beaten by the Emperor until barely any energy remains.
"How exactly are you going to carry out your final performance?"
William, however, wore a smile reminiscent of someone infected