["Right." You gripped the War Banner, tightened your hold on the Dingjun Sword, and took a step forward.]
["We are all burning."]
["We have nothing left to lose."]
["We have only this life."]
["If you want it, then come and take it."]
[Gluttony was silent for a long time.]
[Then he withdrew his hand.]
["You disappoint me greatly."]
[His voice was frighteningly calm.]
["I thought the Human Race at least had a little reason left."]
["So it turns out you are the same as you were ten thousand years ago. You only know how to burn yourselves to ash."]
[You looked at him and said, word by word:]
["Even burning to ash is better than living on our knees."]
[Gluttony said nothing more.]
[He raised his hand and pointed toward the Main Peak.]
[Within the black curtain, countless pitch-black pillars of energy rose at the same time, like dozens of venomous snakes lunging toward you.]
[You gripped the War Banner, ready to meet the final blow.]
[Then you felt it. The hand with which you held the sword was suddenly knocked away by a tremendous force.]
[You lowered your head and saw the Dingjun Sword hovering before you, its blade trembling violently, its edge reversing as the tip pointed toward your own chest.]
[You froze. Your body wanted to retreat, but your feet were already as if frozen inside a layer of ice.]
[The corners of Gluttony's mouth split slightly:]
["Did you think you could hold that sword steady?"]
[Your pupils abruptly shrank.]
[This time, Gluttony gave you no chance to speak again.]
[He raised his hand toward the Dingjun Sword and gently clenched it.]
[The Human Emperor's sword, driven by Gluttony, let out a piercing sword cry, like weeping, like a scream.]
[Then it turned into a streak of