It seemed only two people remained between Heaven and Earth: one with his eyes closed, and one wearing a mask that revealed only her eyes.
Oh, right. There was also a headless king's corpse lying on the ground.
Ruthless, wearing the Bronze Ghost Face Mask, looked at the man before her. His Breath was still unsettled. Though his complexion had improved since five hundred years ago, he was still visibly pale.
She knew how he had come: he had interrupted his healing and forced himself out of seclusion.
The Ghost Face Mask abruptly vanished from Ruthless's face, revealing her true appearance. Beneath her pallor lay a different kind of beauty from the one she usually showed.
She seemed to give the faintest smile, so faint that Meng Chuan thought he must have imagined it.
How could Ruthless smile?
"It wasn't too late."
Meng Chuan froze, then smiled. "No, no, it was still too late. Great Emperor, listen to me. If I say it was late, it was late."
Ruthless fell silent. She suddenly felt as though they had returned to a kind of conversation the man before her knew all too well.
All at once, she had no idea what to say.
She was afraid of being dragged into the abyss like the Great Accomplishment Sacred Body...
So she merely nodded, conceding that whatever he said was right.
Meng Chuan brightened when he saw her nod. It seemed she agreed with him.
"Are you all right?"
Ruthless shook her head. "I'm fine. That Dark Immortal King never fought at full strength."
When he had finally prepared to do so, Meng Chuan had crushed him to death beneath his foot.
Of course, Ruthless was still injured. Even a few casual strikes from an Immortal King had been desperately difficult for her