In the starry sky, two mecha collided. If their size were placed upon the earth, each would have been as immense as a mountain range, yet within the vastness of the cosmos, they were still tiny.
Yet these tiny things contained extraordinary energy. In terms of sheer power, Luo Zhen had already approached the force of a black hole.
As for the Fifteenth Prince, he fell somewhat short, possessing only around 0.8 black holes' worth of power. However, on one hand, the galactic magnetic expansion formed by the black hole matrix had greatly drained the other side's strength. On the other, the Fifteenth Prince's entire mental state had entered a peculiar Overclock state that was both stable and extremely unstable. For that brief instant, the gap in their strength was no longer apparent.
Two people standing at the pinnacle of the universe fought to the death with the starry sky as their battlefield.
Although Luo Zhen had suffered the betrayal of his own son, what surged within him was not fury, but cold, ruthless killing intent.
The several centuries of his two lives had taught him that everyone had to pay the price for their choices. Even the supreme emperor was no exception.
Now, he was merely paying the price for his own past choice.
Even if everything began anew, even if he returned to that very turning point, he would still make the same choice.
Only the weak regretted the bitter consequences brought by their choices. There was no such option as regret in the life of the strong.
Children were things that, if one had only one or two, would naturally be cherished beyond measure. But when there were dozens, or even hundreds, that cherished affection would be spread thin...
Another collision rang out. After that blow, Luo