In the underground depths, like a deep well, came the sound of gravel and dust falling.
He forced his body, long pushed to its limit, to support itself once more, like a beast that refused to fall even at the end of its road.
Every slow, drawn-out breath made his chest rise and fall with all the strength he had.
In the darkness, his figure was like dead ashes rekindling!
The King of Gods' release had taken on part of the burden, while the spirit power's healing eased his gravest wounds, like the last mouthful of water in a desert saving a fallen traveler.
It let him struggle back to his feet from the brink!
Though all he could do was stand.
His breathing was so weak that it required all his awareness to maintain, his steps so fragile and rootless that one worried he would collapse again the next second.
At the bottom of the nearly hundred-meter-deep shaft, Fang Ran shakily raised his head toward the darkness beneath the wreckage. The Night Crow's double vision appeared high above.
Overlooking London's vast urban expanse beneath the dark sky, one A-Rank battle after another raged around the central rift.
A grand spectacle like the final act filled his vision as he watched the darkness that had only partially broken free from the thousand-meter fissure.
The feedback from the gigantic Silver Spear after it left his hand made Fang Ran understand in that instant.
That was an existence he could not drive back even if he brought out the Water Card.
The endpoint of this enormous plan had truly brought forth a colossal horror of despair, making even his standing up again seem utterly meaningless.
But—
As his thoughts crossed every struggle and converged in one place, as that child's question rang