The Final Question

The chaotic slaughter quickly came to an end amid the chaos.

Blood-stained Twilight Land was covered in fissures. Thick black smoke rose from the ruined facilities, and the melted production equipment had become streams of red-hot molten iron, flowing freely.

It looked even more like hell as it was meant to be.

Huai Shi heard something shatter—a sound from the surging sea of hatred.

The Source Matter transmission he had been maintaining at full force faltered for an instant. Then, he lost the target.

He stood frozen in place.

Only the mournful cry of the Kunpeng reached him.

In the sky, the Great Group Lords swept by the sun's high-temperature rays sang their final song, withering from the sea of hatred and falling.

Together with their master.

A torrential rain of blood poured down.

Within a fissure in the earth, Ying Fangzhou struggled to open his eyes and saw the Scythe Blade that had pierced through his chest.

And the final enemy.

The Solidifier, Gala!

After a brutal, merciless battle, his wings had all been broken, and he had lost one arm and most of his internal organs...

Yet even after suffering such grievous wounds, the King of Withered's follower had not died.

"How many times has this been, Ying Fangzhou? The fifth? Or the sixth?"

Gala laughed hoarsely. He raised his foot and planted it on Ying Fangzhou's chest, stepping on the Scythe Blade's hilt and allowing him no chance to break free. Savagery and delight welled up in his ruined single eye.

The victory and glory he had never gained from their several duels while his enemy still lived had unexpectedly come into his hands after his enemy's death!

Lord of the Clouds raised his broken hand once more, but he could no longer reach the enemy within