It was time to end this.
Both the Colorless Will and Ye Qiyan understood that, now that Dream Scar had become a dirge and that divine body could no longer repair itself,
this battle had reached its end.
The Colorless Will no longer summoned more Apostles.
But these monsters had appeared for more than merely holding back Ye Qiyan's legion.
The monsters on the battlefield dissolved one after another.
They began converging on where the Colorless Will stood.
"This is the end! Ye Qiyan! I have only ever trusted myself! The so-called Apostles are merely products split off from my power! You have no chance of stopping this strike!"
The Colorless Will liked Ye Qiyan, but said nothing about having him surrender.
Because that would have been an insult to a warrior.
"Come to think of it, you talk quite a lot too. But... compared with that other fellow, you're not so annoying."
Power needed a vessel.
Dream Scar's amplification had only this one final use left.
Ye Qiyan held the Tear-Carving Sword, and Dream Scar's dirge settled on Carved Tears' hilt.
Golden light enveloped it.
Like a blazing sun high overhead, it outshone even the moonlight of [Fifth Moon] at that moment.
One stood in the heavens, the other upon the earth.
A colorless ring appeared in the Colorless Will's palm.
After all the Apostles dissolved, the power called [Authority] was fully bestowed upon this body.
Twelve Eyes' body kept splitting apart, like a breached dam, with blood from the Divine Body streaming out ceaselessly.
The Colorless Will put on that ring, looked toward Ye Qiyan, and gave him one final reminder.
"How despicable I am. Against a latecomer like you, I have even resorted to the power of Authority. My apologies, Ye Qiyan. Your defeat is certain."
Authority?