"You deserve to die!!"
The powerfully built expert, with brown skin and long black hair, strode forward, beginning his pursuit of the sun from the direction where it rose.
"This memory doesn't seem to belong to the staff, or to Kuafu... oh, Bofu... but to a third party?"
Zhang Ming studied the hazy scene in the memory, feeling as though he were reading a scroll depicting the primordial world.
Although this expert had reached the level of a true Eternal, he was still no match for the Demon God [Dusk].
A great wind rose, sending clouds flying. The expert caught up with the "Sun" in a towering fury and fought it. Boundless light burned, Floating Mountains collapsed one after another, and violent, disordered rules formed blasts of fierce wind.
[Dusk] was searingly hot. After just three days and nights of fighting, the Divine Man was defeated, and the two divine serpents in his hands turned to ash.
He himself plummeted from the sky, cracking the earth in great swathes. Even part of the staff in his hand turned to charcoal.
That piece of charcoal became the broken piece of wood in Zhang Ming's hand.
"You deserve to die!"
Bofu struggled up from the ground and reached out with his rough hands to embrace the "Sun."
But sheer will could not overcome the gap in strength. Once again, he fell from the sky, burned all over.
This time, he was badly injured. His internal organs had suffered tremendous shocks, and even his consciousness grew hazy.
Lying on the cracked earth, Bofu thought of his clanspeople, reduced to smears of blood in the dusk. He steeled his resolve again and climbed back to his feet.
"You deserve to die!"
He slit his arm and forcefully sprayed his blood onto [Dusk], staining the