At the End of the Road

The void trembled, and the slaughter raged on.

Rusou stood at the center of the collapsing battlefield, meeting the ancient weapon of slaughter, Sevenfold Hell, head-on with his flesh alone. The sheer violence of their clash struck terror into every onlooker.

The Chaos King stared at the terrifying forces crisscrossing the void. Boundless horror surged within him, and he could not help trembling.

"Is this fellow even human? How can he hold out against Sevenfold Hell for so long with nothing but his body?"

Even after wielding Sevenfold Hell for years and controlling it through its source, he would never dare confront it head-on with flesh and blood. This Ancestral Witch from the Primordial Wilderness was as absurd as an undefeated monster.

A tremendous crash shook the skies. The golden patterns covering Rusou's body split apart, blood stained his clothes, and he was hurled backward. Fresh blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth; he had clearly suffered considerable injuries.

Yet he showed not a trace of dejection or disarray. Instead, utter exhilaration and delight burned in his eyes, and his battle blood boiled without cease.

"What a thrill! It's been far too long since I enjoyed a fight like this!" Rusou's eyes blazed as he stared fixedly at Sevenfold Hell ahead, covetous desire filling his gaze. "Your spirit treasure's power is nothing special, but its toughness and underlying strength make it a rare prize!"

Meanwhile, one corner of Sevenfold Hell had cracked and broken. Its ancient barriers were damaged, and vast quantities of dark Savage Qi leaked out.

Seeing his ultimate trump card damaged, the Chaos King felt his heart twist with anguish. He abandoned the stalemate at once and willed Sevenfold Hell to return and guard him.

"Once you've delivered something into our hands, how can you