Ultimate Battle, thirteen thousand years in.
Taotie and Hundun, the only two remaining primordial vicious beasts, had fallen.
Zhang Zhen's Demon Blade had been snapped, and his full head of black hair had turned gray-white.
Two-thirds of Hua Feng's body had been blasted apart. He had fallen out of the dreamscape, his fate unknown.
More than half of Nian Sheng's white robes had been dyed red. She no longer had the strength to fight.
"Stop!"
Just as the survivors prepared to charge once more, Chen Changsheng, who had remained silent for thirteen thousand years, spoke.
"He's preparing to stake his life on this now. Those who can no longer maintain their peak condition should leave."
At Chen Changsheng's words, Zhang Zhen glanced at the broken blade in his hand, then left without looking back.
Nian Sheng wanted to say something, but Chen Changsheng shook his head and refused.
Looking at Heaven's bloodshot eyes, then at the calm Chen Changsheng, Nian Sheng ultimately chose to leave.
Yet after this, Nian Sheng's obsession with longevity and becoming stronger only deepened.
Because only by gaining greater strength could she protect Brother Changsheng.
Once the severely injured had left the field, Chen Changsheng said softly, "You still don't intend to leave?"
"The ones who should leave are you, not me!"
"When narrow roads meet, the brave prevail. If I fled now, that would truly be a dead end."
Hearing Heaven's words, Chen Changsheng sighed softly. "Strong people like you are truly hard to kill. No wonder they were all unwilling to wage this kind of battle."
"But now, neither side has any path of retreat. We have only one choice: fight to the death."
"As compensation, I'll make up for those lives that withdrew."
"Also, I need an opportunity—an opportunity for me to strike."