Final Battle Day (Revised)

Beneath the blazing sun, a blond figure flickered through different locations every instant, staging an endless desperate flight through the air.

But when Space Locks filled the sky, spacetime ripples retuned all things, and black moonlight sealed off every direction, he quickly fell like a struck bird. The pursuer carrying a heavy black coffin slammed him onto the barrier in midair, sending countless cyan square ripples splashing outward.

His legs were severed by black moonlight, his left hand was crushed beneath the Void Walker's ice blade, and his right hand was shattered from afar by the Dark Fear Time Master's spacetime ripples.

The moment he was caught marked the end of this trial.

Ren Suo looked at the expressionless Sorrow Face before him and suddenly felt as though he were looking into a mirror.

That smooth, sorrowful mask seemed to reflect his own calm face.

Among the four of Joy, Anger, Sorrow, and Happiness, the Void Walker was blissful, cheerful, and full of compassion; the Dark Fear Time Master was lazy, decadent, and playful; Dark Moon Mister was meticulous, yet secretly wild and arrogant.

Only the Black Coffin Demon King was, in a sense, the most like him.

If he was a monster, then the Black Coffin Demon King before him was probably a monster as well.

His was a calmness with no ripples in his heart; the Black Coffin Demon King's was a sorrowful stillness born from emotions burning at their very limit.

They were two monsters moving in opposite directions, tearing at each other.

"Petty tricks cannot defeat us." The Black Coffin Demon King gripped his throat and said coldly, "You realized that we could read your thoughts, so every second, you thought about sixty-seven things at once to confuse us."

"I have to admit that your little