Focus

The last day.

Still in Manhattan, at the Four Seasons Hotel.

The city remains bustling, with a constant flow of traffic. Amidst the tranquility, it is a place of extravagance and clamor, possessing the vibrancy and bustle of a world-class metropolis, as well as its superficiality and restlessness.

This is a bustling, prosperous, and restless world, as it has always been throughout history.

The streets, a maze of lanes and alleys, are home to all sorts of people of different races and ethnicities, forever embroiled in meaningless racial discrimination and monetary interests.

Behind the scenes of survival, a Demon Overlord is preparing to Destruction the Earth. Everything in the city remains the same, with no news of its destruction, not even the exact time of its Destruction.

But it makes people seem so pitiful.

Ba Di stood on the windowsill of the Presidential Suite, the cold wind blowing the hem of his trench coat, which billowed behind him in waves. The sunlight illuminated his indifferent expression, his sculpted white skin radiating a halo, and his giant-like gaze overlooked the entire city.

His gaze was cold, devoid of any emotion.

The city, with its undulating terrain, resembles the gaunt, craggy peaks in a landscape painting, evoking images of a breathtaking, towering steel forest.

The entire city was under his control.

a long time.

'Knock knock knock...'

A knock sounded on the door.

After knocking seven times without a response, Mike simply turned the gold-colored doorknob and opened the heavy, dark wooden door.

He carried a black briefcase and placed it on the living room floor.

He originally intended to place it on the table, but the exquisite glass table, I don't know who, twisted it into a ball like paper, and piled it in a corner with the expensive sofa, chairs, etc., looking as if it had been tested and vented.

This is Zatara's masterpiece.

"Boss, here's what you wanted."

Mike said, placing the black briefcase on the soft carpet.

He glanced at Ba Di's back. In the sunlight, Ba Di had a gentle glow on him, and the edges of his figure were softly bright, as if a layer of precious light was gently emanating from him, like an immortal, newly unearthed gem.

But Mike had a strange feeling, something odd about him.

Why... does the silhouette illuminated by the sunlight always evoke a sense of impending doom and impending storm?

It felt heavy and oppressive.

Sunbathing! Is it really necessary to be so heavy? The air seems to have become oppressive.

It's as if, even in a city bathed in sunshine, a hidden, dark cloud is shrouding it.

Although Ba Di is usually very aloof, Mike never felt any pressure. But looking at Ba Di's back now, Mike felt as if a heavy burden was being placed on his boss's shoulders.

He hesitated for a moment, then put it out of his mind.

Everyone has things to face, and perhaps even the leader has enemies to face.

Just like himself, he also had to face many strange tasks from his boss.

The eldest brother always carried a lot on his shoulders. He liked to look at the sun, but he couldn't understand it. He was puzzled for a moment, but then nothing happened.

He then left the Presidential Suite directly.

And at this time.

A black dot appeared in the sky above Manhattan.

The sky was a deep blue, and the sunlight was warm and gentle in the winter, making the black dot stand out. It was as small as an ant, so small yet so conspicuous, that no one noticed it.

Ba Di's gaze quickly narrowed, and in a flash, it swept across the cityscape and landed on the black dot.

The black dot exceeded the speed of sound, but no sonic boom cloud appeared.

She flew at breakneck speed toward the Four Seasons Hotel, her black cloak billowing wildly behind her.

She flew to Ba Di and hovered in mid-air.

Wearing a cloak that billowed behind her like waves, her petite body hovered in front of Ba Di.

It's Raven.

Her pale face, glistening in the sunlight, and her dark purple lips were tightly pressed together.

She nodded to Ba Di.

Her face was pale.

She is about to face her father, Trigon, once again.

She still felt heavy and uneasy inside. Her petite body fell into the sunlight, and the cloak that billowed behind her once again enveloped her trembling body.

Her face was pale and tense, her black pupils were sharp and uneasy, and her body was slightly stiff.

Ba Di and she entered the hall together. Buddy picked up the box Mike had brought, opened it, and inside were 380 densely packed golden Sun Energy Capsule. These were hastily manufactured by the Artificial Intelligence Hera, who overloaded the system and used the energy of a solar reactor designed for the future.

If we don't survive this ordeal, the future will be meaningless.

Ba Di picked up a Sun Energy Capsule with his fingers and said solemnly, "Each capsule here is enough to fully replenish my body's energy."

The Raven nodded, indicating that it understood.

When Ba Di is unable to take the capsules by himself, she will feed him.

When the battle with Trigon enters the Mind World, the outside world will be left to Raven. This method is quite helpless, as life and death are not in our own hands, and we can only trust Raven.

Ba Di never wanted to entrust his life to others, but at this moment he had no choice; he was still too weak.

He acknowledged his weakness, and felt a mixture of anger and helplessness within him.

Encountering the Trigon at this moment is nothing short of a Destruction disaster.

This glimmer of hope is something that the Magic World, the Raven, and he all want to hold onto tightly.

Zatara had already explained all the magic he knew, all the magic that had even a little bit of effect, to Ba Di, and even revealed his Family's secrets.

He had already entrusted the hopes of the entire Magic World and the hope of Earth to Ba Di.

Raven transmitted all the magic of the Azarath Sanctuary, Trigon's behavior, attitude, power, and the scene of the Destruction of the Azarath Sanctuary to Ba Di.

This is a true demon; Destruction and darkness are ever-present in his presence.

Their temperament is unpredictable, and they act recklessly.

If Trigon showed even the slightest willingness to negotiate, Ba Di would not fight him head-on, but would lie in wait until he was powerful enough to confront him in the future before launching a brutal attack.

However, Trigon is a true demon, with unpredictable behavior and wanton Destruction; he is an uncompromising Demon Overlord.

Humans don't consult with ants at all.

This is destined to be a fight, and possibly a fight with no chance of survival.

The power of the Trigon was breathtaking, and what they were fighting against was merely a projection.

Even a projection could Destruction a planet.

How can you not make people feel suffocated? Ba Di's face was cold, his eyes deep, and his every movement revealed an unwavering will.

He took off his white trench coat and landed on the ground.

He took off his shirt, revealing a strong chest with crisscrossing scars and well-defined, smooth muscle lines; his imposing chest resembled a mountain peak.

Sunlight shone down from behind, making his figure appear exceptionally tall, like a mountain peak cascading down, its imposing shadow enveloping the Raven's delicate body.

"Concentrate!"

"Ba Di shouted, because he noticed that Raven seemed to be in bad shape."

She felt uneasy about what was about to happen.

Repeatedly confronting past fears and memories caused her body to involuntarily stiffen and become sluggish.