But Ling An knew this still wasn't the end.
Its next target was him.
Dreamless's authority was incomplete now. The other half was in his hands.
But in his current state, he was utterly incapable of resisting it.
Ling An had heard stories of the Lament since long, long ago.
No one had ever described to him what kind of existence it was.
Yet at this very moment, that sensation made him instantly realize what was happening.
This was... the origin of the Lament!
No one could possibly withstand this monster!
Under its authority, Ling An's body began to crumble little by little, just as the Abyssal Herald's had.
He had already experienced death once while facing Dreamless. Now, on the brink of death again, his heart was remarkably calm.
Once it took control of the remaining war authority he held as a half-step Dreamless, there would probably be no one left who could stop this monster.
His journey, like a long, drawn-out novel, was about to reach its final period.
It was already seizing his authority.
Ling An had no way to resist.
He closed his eyes and quietly awaited death.
Despair seemed to fill every inch of space between heaven and earth.
Then, suddenly, a familiar sound of something cutting through the air reached his ears.
A dragon's roar rang out.
Ling An's eyes snapped open, and he looked toward the sky.
A Jiaolong, its entire body gilded in gold, came streaking across the heavens.
The Sentinel!!!
Why had it come here?
Before he could think, Jué descended from the sky and shouted fiercely:
"I'll help you!!!"
With the Heavenly Sword held in its mouth, it slashed down from high in the sky.
The Touch of the Old Days had its advance interrupted by this sudden strike. Seemingly