The Final Minute

Since the person he had chosen had made his decision, Xiao Yuan had no reason to stop him.

The silent sky lit up with a faint glimmer. In an instant, it expanded infinitely, illuminating half the heavens as brightly as day.

Within the boundless radiance, countless streams of fluid matter centered on Soul Chaser's body. Wings of light spread behind him, outlining a set of mechanical armor dominated by black and red.

As he felt the endless surge of power course through his body, a trace of complexity flashed through Soul Chaser's eyes. "Even an experimental product created from that ultimate weapon has such power. I can hardly imagine what heights the real thing will reach in the end."

"Do I still have enough time to activate it for one minute?"

Through Xiao Yuan, he had already learned what would be drained after the second restraint was removed.

He was now like an old man enjoying a final flash of vitality. If he failed to end the battle quickly, he would be the only one to fall.

Countless streams of light blasted from his wings, and Soul Chaser tore through the sky like lightning.

In the blink of an eye, the two clashed more than a hundred times in midair, their dull collisions unusually loud in the night.

"Fifty seconds." Looking at the bloodied Chen Xu, he calmly uttered three words.

Flesh squirmed and wounds closed. In less than half a second, the unscathed little giant appeared before Soul Chaser once more.

Dark gold spread across his entire body as the Netherworld Wisdom King emerged inch by inch. Its appearance was solemn and sacred, yet also incomparably bizarre, carrying an indescribable sense of discord.

He descended onto a utility pole, lightly borrowing its force before raising his fist to meet