The Final Battlefield

Willpower had its limits.

A torrent of malice from beyond wound around Chen Yan's Heavenly God Armor like poisonous snakes.

The Heavenly God Armor over Chen Yan's chest was still mending, only to be forced open again by endless Reverse Fire, leaving his flesh exposed.

Every second Chen Yan's flesh remained exposed, the suppressive force of the malice grew stronger.

Willpower was the natural enemy of malice, but when malice grew too powerful, willpower was suppressed instead.

As Reverse Fire scorched him, Chen Yan endured agonies that felt like his soul was being torn apart, yet he stood firm. His golden-red willpower flickered in the flames, like a lone star crossing the heavens.

If Chen Yan hadn't chosen from the very beginning to temper his body with Reverse Fire, if he hadn't already been tasting this agony beyond the Human World from the very start,

then he could never have endured this long.

But the suffering of yesterday was now repaying Chen Yan today.

Be grateful.

Be grateful to the person you were yesterday.

Be grateful to yesterday's Chen Yan, who had never let up, not even by the slightest degree.

He took one step forward. The void beneath his feet trembled, and Reverse Fire rolled away to either side like a tide.

His battle boots crushed the fragments of burning vines. Each step came with the crack of bones and the clang of armor.

The black-dressed woman's expression turned colder and colder. A trickle of blood ran down from the wound on her forehead.

Behind her, the last disc showing Chen Yan running a spear through his own chest had begun to wither.

The countdown had begun.

Two seconds remained.

To an ordinary person, two seconds were no more than a fleeting moment.

To her and Chen Yan, they