Chapter 445: All Kill

The battle situation grew increasingly urgent.

The inner voice's effect on the body grew ever larger at the most critical moment.

"Leave it to me."

A gentle voice rippled deep in the heart.

The Witch's personality wavered.

Now that this moment has arrived, she can change little; perhaps handing the control of her body to Sangyu, to that little girl who has endured all the world's evils yet remains innocent, is the best choice.

At least it can leave her heart without regret.

In the final instant of her life, she met someone she truly wanted to meet.

At least she does not leave this world bearing hatred for it.

The personality shift occurs in a single instant.

A red garment turned into a blue dress, Mo Sangyu glided lightly on lotus steps, arriving beside Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan was also stunned.

Good, good, good!

Is this how everyone plays?

Indeed, only at such a moment does the turmoil deep in the soul awaken, and Sangyu's other personality emerged, bright and lively.

"Lin Chuan, thank you."

Mo Sangyu thanked gently, "Thank you for showing me that this world still has light; I was happy during the time spent with you."

"In the past, I did some things that were bad to you; please forgive me."

"Whatever happens today, whatever the outcome, I have no regrets now."

Like water, gentle, it ripples the heart.

Even Tu Shan Jiao Jiao was stunned; is this still the Witch she knows? So gentle that even her gaze seemed stretched—what about the massive Xiong Mo Nu I am?

When a person is about to die, are their words also kind?

"Thank me for what?"

Lin Chuan still kept a smile,

"The time spent with you also made me happy; being the light of your world, illuminating your soul, cleansing the world's murk for you, is my honor."

"……"

Mo Sangyu's eyes instantly reddened.

The Witch's personality fell silent.

"Alright."

She nodded heavily, forcing a smile through tears, "I will always stand with you, whether in life or death."

"Today, no regrets!"

"This life, no regrets!"

At this moment, all her inner emotions were released, and the past hatred toward this world no longer existed.

Only another voice within her sighed alone.

"Fool."

Mo Sangyu is a complete, utter fool.

Even after enduring the deepest darkness, her redemption needs only a bit of light, a single word, a single person.

How can such a foolish person exist in this world!

"I should hate this version of myself."

The Witch was puzzled, "But why... can't I bring myself to hate?"

The sorrowful atmosphere, a heartfelt confession, seemed to make everyone on the flying boat forget they were still in a life‑and‑death battle.

Yan Beicheng stared in bewilderment.

What exactly did I do wrong?

We're about to die, yet still face such a heavy blow?

Did anyone consider the feelings of the lonely and widowed?

Fugitive mandarin ducks are not miserable, solitary birds wander without a nest… This world! Let it be destroyed!

In the Heavenly Dome, the battle situation shifted again.

The Golden‑winged Roc and the Nine‑headed Jiao broke through the second avatar's defenses, charging toward Lin Chuan.

Mo Sangyu and Tu Shan Jiao Jiao simultaneously steadied their breath, preparing for a life‑or‑death battle.

"Leave it to me."

Lin Chuan raised his hand, pressing both shoulders, letting their breaths steady again, "It's not yet time for you to act."

A smile lifted at the corner of his mouth.

Beneath his feet, a black sea of spiritual energy unfolded in an instant.

Boom!

The black spiritual sea covered the heavens and earth here.

Lin Chuan's figure vanished from the spot, reappearing atop the Golden‑winged Roc, "You're fast."

"How could that be!"

The Golden‑winged Roc's lingering souls all surged.

In the next instant, a massive half‑body white‑bone skeleton appeared behind Lin Chuan, its hands suddenly clutching the Roc's wings.

Pfft!

The massive golden double wings were brutally torn apart.

Accompanied by the wailing of the Golden-winged Roc, a rain of blood poured down from the sky.

The sudden turn of events left the other demonic great beings stunned.

"What's happening?"

"The Golden-winged Roc was killed instantly?"

They truly hadn't expected such a thing, their spirits sinking to the bottom of a valley.

It was assumed that the Lord of Myriad Symbol Pavilion relied on that mysterious sword to block them, but Lin Chuan himself proved even more terrifying.

"Isn't he in the Legend Realm?"

"Even a perfected Chuandao Sijing, an invincible genius, couldn't so easily kill the Golden-winged Roc in an instant, could he?"

The Golden-winged Roc's power is not weak even in the Void Deity Realm.

It was killed without any resistance, utterly inconceivable.

With little time left for the demonic great beings to think, Lin Chuan moved again, taking a step forward to stand before the fleeing Nine-headed Jiao.

Bang!

One of the Nine-headed Jiao's heads exploded with a deafening blast.

Where flesh and blood were blurred, a seductive Other Shore Flower blossomed.

"Di Yu Other Shore Flower, Nether Law!"

The Nine-headed Jiao was horrified, "How could this be! The Nether has long severed its connection to the realm of living beings; no living being can now set foot in the Nether!"

"To command the Nether, first enter Reincarnation!"

"How could anyone wield the power of the Nether Law?"

In his understanding, even those who claim to practice the Nether Dao merely borrow a sliver of power that leaks from the Nether.

Just borrowing! It can never become the Great Dao!

Where is the Lord of Myriad Symbol Pavilion?

Yet it can be used with such seamless naturalness.

It's terrifying.

The Nine-headed Jiao was utterly terrified, its battle spirit gone, only yearning to flee.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

But it could not move a single iota; its soul was forcibly suppressed, the link to its Physical Body severed, and it could only watch its heads explode one by one,

All it could do was admire the Other Shore Flowers blooming amid flesh and blood.

In the end, body dead, Dao vanished.

The successive deaths of two demonic great beings made the remaining demons restless, eager to leave the world encompassed by the black arc.

"Senior Yang, please act!"

They roared, Deity thought transmitted.

Yet no voice answered them.

Obviously, the Senior Yang they relied on had completely abandoned them.

"Damn! All out."

With no retreat, they could only gamble with their lives, each igniting themselves, trying to carve a way out of the decline.

But before Lin Chuan, it was destined to be a futile struggle.

The path Lin Chuan walks is the ultimate road, a route no one has ever taken; perhaps some beings in history have tried, but all have failed.

This road is too arduous.

Even gathering heavenly timing, earthly advantage, human harmony, and countless factors, with heaven and earth united, it remains hard to reach true extremity.

The difficulty of the ultimate road also guarantees it will crush other beings.

It is a road that transcends the development of an era, and only thus can it save a generation's sorrow; ordinary beings could never oppose it.

Under Lin Chuan's overwhelming slaughter, the demons were ultimately unstoppable, laying waste to everything, and the demonic great beings were merely specks of dust in heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth soon fell silent.

In the rolling black spirit sea, only an old ape remained, the old practitioner who had once defeated the ape tribe in battle.