Laughter pierced through the curtain of rain and rang out, shaking the raindrops into the finest mist.
The many members of the Beast God Race stared at the laughing Beast God, their expressions frozen. Even the ceaseless sorrow seemed to be dispelled by his laughter.
The plaintive, resentful wails that filled heaven and earth were drowned out as well.
What was happening to the Beast God?
Not only the Beast God Race—even the Human Race was utterly bewildered.
It was only rain. Though it did seem a little unusual, the man had already been blown to pieces so many times. What was there to laugh about?
It was a long while before the Beast God's laughter finally stopped.
He looked at Remorse and exclaimed in admiration:
"Impressive!"
These outsiders had actually managed to pull out Heaven's Will and kill it.
"Though I did my best to think highly of you, what you've done still exceeded my expectations."
"If I'm not mistaken, your real target from the start was Them."
"That's why you let Them and me go time and again."
All the things he hadn't understood—or had been led astray about by Confusion—finally became clear to him.
These five outsiders, all at the same level, could have taken him down during their very first encounter if they had wanted to.
"That's right."
Remorse did not deny it.
But now he wasn't in a hurry to act. His fellow Daoists had already dealt with Heaven's Will. The outcome in this world was settled!
"As expected. That despicable Heaven's Will deserved to lose!"
They must have thoroughly investigated his condition well before the Sword Ancestor had struck that sword.
They had already devised their plan by then.
"I don't begrudge my loss, either."
The disparity in information, combined with the fact that