"People took for granted the things they were born with and paid them no mind."
"So they greedily demanded more, wanting things they had never possessed and did not yet possess."
Divine Martial Tower, damaged western side.
Atop the circular platform.
Huo Hu, whose wheelchair had been blown apart by Ruan Yin, spoke in an aged voice. "Chairman Cheng is precisely such a greedy person. Greedy people are always good—they strive upward rather than settling for the status quo."
His dry, wrinkled fingers twitched slightly as the Power of Pestilence around him began to grow dense.
"By the way, what was that [Clinical Martial Arts] just now?"
"And have we met before?"
Huo Hu looked down at the woman before him.
Standing high above all of Ultimate Bliss Florence.
He was also one of the Plague Exterminators standing at the highest point in the world.
Even after a thousand years of bitter cold, [Insect] still refused to die.
Yet as Huo Hu looked at the woman, his brow furrowed slightly.
Because that woman was also watching the battle between the president and the chairman.
If the power of [Cell] were combined with a weapon, it should be very strong, right?
Ruan Yin looked so delectable as she pondered, her slender finger tapping the spot where Zhou Zhi stood.
As though she were gently stroking Zhou Zhi's face.
As for Cheng Shengrui...
Ruan Yin's expression became inexplicably blurred and distorted.
The greatest young master in the pestilence world, born with everything.
He wanted everything to be the best, to be the strongest.
But...
Gurgle, gurgle.
Some strange liquid seemed to surge through the air.
Ruan Yin had even forgotten that she was still fighting [Huo Hu].
She tilted her head slightly.
And saw—
In the sky.
The vicious [Moon] stared fixedly