Lu Chen's eyes were filled with endless sorrow and a trace of the same determination that burned in him.
It seemed he could see, behind the curtain of light, the desperate and helpless gazes of countless Borderless citizens.
It was fear of the future, a wail of grief at the coming darkness.
"Sorry... everyone..."
"Sorry... mortal world..."
Lu Chen's consciousness was like a stone sinking into an endless sea of ice, swallowed bit by bit by the darkness.
Am I... still... unable... to buy you... enough time...?
The last wisp of consciousness was about to be swallowed by endless nothingness.
"Hahaha! He's finally done for! His oil is spent and his lamp is dry! Kill him! Wipe him out completely! Grind his Saint Soul to dust and make sure he can never be reborn!"
The Abyss Demon Emperor let out a victorious, delirious roar!
On his enormous Demonic Claw, the final—and purest—power of the abyssal origin condensed.
It churned the starry sky and transformed into a terrifying demonic palm that blotted out the heavens and the sun.
It slammed down viciously toward Lu Chen's head, who had already lost all power to resist and was pinned in the void!
He wanted to obliterate this grave threat that had brought him endless humiliation and fear.
He wanted to erase this central figure of the Borderless Warriors from this universe completely!
Without leaving behind even the slightest trace!
"World Lord!"
"Lu Chen!"
"No—!!!"
Within and beyond the Borderless, heart-rending wails and desperate cries surged like an ocean!
The three women, Luo Li among them, saw darkness before their eyes and nearly fainted on the spot.
Everyone shut their eyes in pain, unable to bear witnessing the cruelest scene that was about to unfold.
It was over...
Was everything really ending?
At this