Numb!
The Painter was numb!
He stood atop the Fate Web, staring at the aloof, imperious Black King and the furiously roaring [Fate]. His mind had completely crashed.
The Black King's brief words had shocked him beyond imagination.
The information contained within them was simply too horrifying.
Fifty years ago, he had severely injured [Fate]...
He could hardly imagine that the existence whose name he did not even dare mention had actually been defeated by the Black King. That was a god!!
Before coming here, he had thought he had already overestimated the Black King. He had even believed the Black King was not only North Mang's strongest man, but the strongest man alive.
But... the man had beaten up a true god fifty years ago!?
Was he even human!?
Watching the Black King and [Fate] confront each other, the Painter felt like an ant standing beneath the feet of two giants—lowly, weak, and helpless.
He did not dare move a muscle.
Roar—!!
The Fate Web shuddered violently. Countless silver-gray Fate Lines danced wildly, continuously emitting ear-piercing roars like the howls of gods.
Clearly, Bai Ye's words had reminded It of some unpleasant memories, some unbearable events from the past.
Faced with a god's fury, Bai Ye remained indifferent, neither pleased nor saddened.
It was merely the anger of a mount.
But to the Painter, it was as though he had witnessed the end of the world!
The moment the Fate Web surged and destiny's roar resounded between heaven and earth, his entire body stiffened as if struck by lightning.
His pupils nearly shrank to pinpoints, his eyes filled with utter terror and horror, while his limbs trembled uncontrollably.
It was no exaggeration to say that he felt as though he might die.
At that moment, an indifferent voice rang