The End III

Dark clouds blanketed the sky, thunder rumbled, and the snow gradually faded away as bean-sized drops of black rain slowly fell.

Rain splashed across everyone, yet not a single person cared, nor did anyone try to shield themselves.

All eyes were fixed on Long and that strange black humanoid.

At that moment, space itself seemed to freeze.

Only the rain moved, falling endlessly, while everyone else sank into absolute stillness.

Long stared at the black humanoid with a twisted expression, unable to speak for a long while.

He had considered many trump cards this group might play, but never had he imagined that it still existed.

"Back then, I thought I would disappear completely." The black humanoid raised its head, revealing a face identical to Long's. It had no eyes or nostrils, only a huge mouth.

Many monsters could grow such a face; there could be overlaps.

But that unique aura, that aura identical to his own—he could never mistake it.

"At this point, I have remembered everything I was meant to remember." The humanoid was none other than Bottom Crawler, who had only just emerged from the Great Abyss.

At this moment, none of the frivolous ease he had displayed while chatting with Zhang Rongfang remained. Instead, he exuded a faint, profound gravity that belonged to an elder, to the sediment of countless years.

"Everything began on that day." Bottom Crawler walked toward Long step by step.

"And now, it is time for it to end."

"No! I built all of this piece by piece! What the hell are you!? Why should you come out at the very end and seize everything from me!? What gives you the right!?"

The blade in Long's hand slashed forward in an instant.

A vast web of golden sword traces materialized out of