The Destiny of the Tomb Robbing Duo

In the vast universe, the birth and death of a galaxy was nothing more than a mottled streak of light in an instant. Looking up at the starry sky always brought a sorrowful sense that the ending had already been decided. Where would you and I be thousands of years from now? Home and nation, the flame of civilization, Earth—all were nothing but a speck of dust in deep space. A moment among the stars, a thousand years in the human world. An insect's whole life was no more than an autumn, and you and I were the same, struggling to cross. What was there at the end of deep space? As for enemies in the struggle of the Dao, in Li Hao's view, who lived and who died was perfectly normal. There was no talk of grudges or grievances—only whose fist was bigger.

He turned his head to look at Chaos.

At this moment, Chaos had slain several ninth-rank avatars and killed multiple eighth-rank experts as well. The longer he fought, the fiercer he became. From the looks of it, he had even gained the upper hand, which showed just how formidable this ninth-rank true body's descent was when combined with Time Power.

But Li Hao sighed inwardly.

Time!

Time!

Sometimes, it truly harmed people too much.

Just like when he had first come into contact with time—the feeling made one sink into it, unable to extricate oneself. Relying on time, he had defeated many enemies, but the price he paid was four cycles of life-and-death reincarnation!

If not for that life-and-death reincarnation, Li Hao would have died long ago, died within time itself.

Chaos, you were no longer young!

A million years ago, these people had already been ninth-rank.

How could they still be young?

Time kept being