The Sword Was Drawn (Finale)

In the boundless darkness, a vague human shape seemed to coalesce. It was darker than the darkness, deeper than the depths of space. It was like turning off the lights and knowing someone was standing in the dark, watching you—only to turn them back on and see nothing at all.

Zhi Jingzi murmured to himself in that darkness,

"Who are you, really...?"

"Ahhh! Kill him! Ahhhhhhh—!"

After a brief silence, Yu Zao shrieked again!

At her command, the Clone God Lord threw a straight punch! This supreme Overbearing Fist had originated from ultimate evolution. It was the strongest battle cyborg in the history of human civilization, unleashing its mightiest strike! It could pierce the stars! Tear apart heaven and earth!

And yet it vanished.

Without a sound, the Clone God Lord plunged into that shadow. It disappeared into the boundless darkness without even making a splash.

"Guh, guh-guh-guh-guh..."

Perhaps the sheer abruptness of the outcome, the unimaginable reversal, had shaken her. Yu Zao stared wide-eyed as a series of rapid, strange sounds escaped her throat. She began to gasp as if something were caught in her throat.

As a Divine Transformation fox demon, she could survive losing half her head. But her face was flushed pink, and her remaining eyeball bulged like a goldfish's, giving her the hideous look of a drowning victim.

Zhi Jingzi knew the woman was probably scared out of her wits. He shouted at her,

"Disconnect the link already!"

"Ah, ah, disconnect, disconnect! Disconnect! System, disconnect, ahhh!"

Yu Zao cried out in alarm as if waking from a dream, but the system didn't answer her pleas. A black hand reached out from behind her, seized her face, and dragged her into the darkness.

Zhi Jingzi sighed, tossed the sword in his hand aside, then spread his