Enemies on all sides

His body was like a vortex that devoured everything, and each of his World-Destroying Boundless Sword was like a meat grinder. Bai Mo's body began to split apart, and countless sword energies fell like a torrential rain.

But he remained unmoved and continued to throw punches. The Sea Tiger Exploding Fist collided with each other, both striking the other's body heavily, piercing through flesh and blood.

"Is it over? A mutual destruction?"

A certain Yaga struggled to crawl out of the snowdrift and witnessed this scene immediately. Two powerful figures who would determine the fate of this world were both pierced through in the final blow.

His heart could no longer pump any more power, but in terms of the situation, Bai Wubian was still in the better position. Bai Mo was outnumbered and had been hit by the World-Destroying Boundless Sword, and seemed to have reached his limit.

Bai Wubian knew very well that now, he only needed the last bit of his power to destroy his opponent, but the question was, could he still unleash that decisive power?

His bones were riddled with cracks, like a piece of gravel held together by water, ready to shatter at the slightest touch. Could this body still bear any weight?

"My son..."

When faced with a dead end, the strong will seek the reason that gives them strength, the reason for certain victory. And for this old man, that reason was this pain.

I sensed it; the Magnetic Field Power was rotating, appearing on Bai Wubian's fist.

It's over, it's my victory! Bai Wubian thought to himself, slowly raising his hand. With this attack and the explosive power from before, he was absolutely confident that he could kill Bai Mo in front of him.

However, at that moment, a voice rang directly in his mind.

Why do you think you still have a chance to win?

Bai Wubian was shocked. Then, he saw Bai Mo's cold gaze. Bai Mo raised his hand and shook him, and Bai Wubian's body shattered like an egg falling to the ground.

"No way... What kind of move is this? How could I..."

Fighting with the Sea Tiger Exploding Fist was a mistake. Bai Mo's Ryougi Lataib was effective against this kind of move that injects power into the body and then detonates it. The explosive power injected by Bai Wubian was absorbed by Bai Mo's Ryougi Cyclone and eventually became the power that ended him.

Without saying a word, Bai Mo had no obligation to answer him, and besides, this guy was already making his last stand!

"World-Destroying Boundless Sword! Kill!"

He transformed his palm into a sword, bringing it crashing down with tremendous force. Could this final, agonizing blow defeat his opponent? Could it lead to mutual destruction?

"You think this pain will bring you victory? Old man, you're adorably naive."

Bai Mo's voice was icy cold, and he was even faster, landing a powerful palm strike on Bai Wubian's head! Seeing the astonished look in Bai Wubian's eyes, Bai Mo's voice echoed in his mind.

You don't think this pain is rare, or even unique to you, do you?

How many people have you brought the pain of 'loss' to? Now that it's your turn to lose, what makes you think your pain is unique?

You arrogant, reckless old man, your path has long since come to an end, and your suffering isn't as intense as you think!

With a swift downward slap, Bai Mo's massive hand cleaved Bai Wubian's head in two like a saw. It landed squarely on the ground with a loud thud, its shattered pieces scattering like a watermelon.

He felt a wave of dizziness, and Bai Mo's last words echoed in his mind.

In a sense, he was the root of all evil in the Martial God Era; countless sufferings, more or less, stemmed from him. Many lost their lovers, their brothers, because of him...

Now, he is simply experiencing the negative consequences he has brought upon others.

In the end, this old man, who always considered himself superior, realized that he was nothing more than an insignificant pawn in the game of fate.

It was a crushing defeat. Not only was he defeated, but the value of the pain in his heart was also shattered by Bai Mo.

Fragments surrounded Bai Mo's body, and Yaga, who was watching the battle, began to tremble involuntarily.

It's over. The victor has emerged. In this dog-eat-dog world, the king at the top of the pyramid has been born. He needs no crown, no scepter; this power is the best proof of his kingship!

Yaga unconsciously wanted to kneel down, but a gentle force held him back. When he raised his head, the person had already disappeared.

Someone's voice echoed in the air.

Inside the Kremlin, as Atalanta and Ritsuka stepped inside, they were plunged into darkness. Ritsuka quickly realized it was an illusion.

"No need to be anxious, Chaldea. I have come here for only one question."

Ritsuka's heart skipped a beat, but the priest in front of her seemed unconcerned and continued speaking to himself:

"You should understand the situation of this world now. As Lostbelt, once it loses this Fantasy Root, the only outcome for this world is that it will be cut off."

This is different from the Singularity you've encountered before. It's like you have to kill everyone here with your own hands. So, can you do it?

"Can you really make all these people die?"

His words were as calm as chanting, but to the girl before her, every word was a dagger to her heart. Ritsuka quickly steadied herself; she was already under the spell, and she couldn't afford to lose her guard.

Just then, black flames ignited, driving away the darkness.

"Ritsuka, can you hear me?" Dr. Roman's voice came from beside her. Yes, even for the sake of those behind her, she had to move forward, she had no choice but to move forward.

"I want to reclaim our world, to reclaim Pan-Human History."

This is a responsibility that belongs solely to us. If this world is to be destroyed, then I alone will bear the sin.

She never told Bai Mo and Atalanta these things. Killing the people of an entire world—such a sin should only be committed by her, because it was an essential part of reclaiming her own future.

The priest laughed, and the surrounding darkness vanished, but Ritsuka's words echoed throughout Yaga Moscow and the entire Lostbelt.

At this moment, all the Lostbelt residents, even the resistance fighters who had once fought alongside her, were looking at her with complicated expressions.

His gaze was like a sharp knife.

That's only natural. After all, they are enemies who came to destroy their world. How could they possibly treat them as kindly as before?

Atalanta lowered her head, and with a weak murmur, slowly removed the Boar of Calydon Pelt Atalanta her body.

"Atalanta..."

"Don't look at me like that. As a Heroic Spirit, I have only two obsessions: one is missing him, and the other is for those children, for the Pan-Human History, and for the children here... I can't choose."

As the boar skin peeled off, the Magnetic Field Power disappeared, and she returned to her Archer class.

The Pan-Human History is a responsibility that Heroic Spirit must protect, but the memories here are also genuine. If one does not have the ability to save them all, then one must make a choice.

Let go of this powerful wild boar hide; perhaps death is a form of escape, but such an escape is for the best.

If we continue down this path, then those two obsessions are destined to collide, and that would truly be a fate worse than death.

At least in this way, I've done what I can for the children of this world, and I won't become an obstacle to their choices.

Ritsuka nodded slowly, her resolve evident, and several Spirit Origin Shadow appeared around her.

The Yaga around her slowly loaded their weapons, but Anastasia's solid ice destroyed all of these dangerous weapons.

"It's over..."

The Yaga were filled with despair, but their faces still held a fierce look. After all, in their eyes, the Master before them was not one of those invincible strongmen.

My teeth could easily bite through her throat; how to actually do it was another matter!

Just as tensions were rising, a figure, accompanied by the sound of something cutting through the air, stepped into the area as if it were empty.

The Yaga's fighting spirit vanished instantly; the ultimate victor, the one who could decide their fate, had returned.