Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao left. They were among the handful of demigods on humanity's side, and Ye Xishui was now second only to Jiang Hai on the Douluo Continent. Once the two of them decided on their future, no one could change it.
The spectating Titled Douluos pieced together some of those long-buried events, marveling at what they learned.
The love and hatred between those three young people-Mu En, Long Xiaoyao, and Ye Xishui-had shaped the entire Douluo Continent. Now, at last, their story had drawn to a close.
Everyone knew that, whether Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao lived or died in this battle, neither would ever appear in this world again.
"No... you can't do this! Mother, Uncle Long, you can't abandon the Holy Spirit Cult!" Only Zhongli Wu remained, shouting like a madman.
"It's you! This is all your fault! If you hadn't announced that you were abolishing evil soul masters, Mother and Uncle Long would never..." Zhongli Wu suddenly turned his hate-filled gaze on Jiang Hai.
Jiang Hai gave Zhongli Wu a calm glance, then turned back toward the rift in the sky.
If Zhongli Wu stubbornly refused to see reason, he would not mind spilling blood once more.
But the entire Douluo Continent had little time left!
He could feel the Abyssal Sage King's fury beyond the Abyss Rift. The next descent might bring not only the Abyss Army, but the Abyssal Sage King himself.
With a flicker, Jiang Hai returned to the deck of the Civilization. After more than two months of cultivation, most of the Civilization Research Institute's powerhouses had emerged from seclusion.
Sun Yunhai, Hua Cangsheng, and Nana had all made breakthroughs in succession, giving the Civilization Research Institute three more Titled Douluos.
Sun Yunhai had taken the title Cloud, becoming Cloud