Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1165: Chapter 892: The Final Question

The chaotic slaughter quickly reached its end amidst the chaos.

The bloodstained Town of Dusk was full of rifts, with thick black smoke rising from the destroyed facilities, and the melted production equipment turned into blazing red molten iron, flowing wantonly.

More closely resembling the original appearance of Hell.

Huai Shi heard the sound of breaking, coming from the Sea of overwhelming hatred.

The Source Substance transmission he had been maintaining with all his strength was interrupted for a moment, and immediately lost its target.

He stood stunned in place.

Only the mournful sound of the Kunpeng could be heard.

In the sky, the Owner of the Great Mob, swept by the high heat rays of the sun, sang its last song, wilting and falling from the Sea of hatred.

Together with its master.

Blood rain poured down heavily.

Amidst the earth’s rifts, Ying Fangzhou opened his eyes with difficulty, seeing the sickle blade piercing through his chest.

And the final enemy.

The Solidifier, Gala!

After a fierce and brutal fight, all the wings were broken, a limb and most internal organs lost...

Despite such grievous injuries, the follower of the Withered King had still not perished.

”How many times has it been now, Ying Fangzhou? The fifth time? Or the sixth?”

Gala laughed hoarsely, lifting his foot to step on Ying Fangzhou’s chest, pressing down on that sickle blade, not allowing him any chance of escape, the single remaining eye filled with ferocity and glee.

The victory and glory never achieved in countless battles while his enemy was alive had finally come to him after his enemy’s death!

With his remaining, damaged hand, the Cloud Monarch tried to reach the enemy that was so close yet out of grasp once more.

”This time, I have won!”

”...Is that so?”

Ying Fangzhou’s lips curled into a difficult smile, looking at him as if he were a fool, his lips moving slowly, telling him: ”But I have not yet lost...”

As Gala was about to say more, his expression suddenly changed.

A piercing wail burst forth.

Falling from the sky!

Amidst the blood rain, glorious lightning fell from the dissipating clouds, responding to its master’s call, unleashing its final thunder.

The shape of the Seishui Spear emerged from the lightning, in an instant, piercing through Gala’s head, tearing apart his smile, pinning both him and his master to the ground.

And the broken hand, grasped the spear shaft.

Thunderlight erupted!

Accompanied by a sharp shattering sound, countless crystal fragments flowed from Gala’s blood, Asmod’s final power was completely shattered...

This was the final blow that decided the outcome!

Gala’s smile froze, and his body appeared with countless rifts, swiftly turning into shattered Gold devoid of luster, crumbling apart.

Residual blood splashed onto Ying Fangzhou’s face, lighting up those dim eyes.

”What a pity, seems this time, I still win.”

”It’s not... over...”

With the collapse of the vessel, Gala struggled to speak, ”I will wait in Hell... no matter how long... Ying Fangzhou, our banquet is only just beginning...”

”One day... we will... again...”

”There won’t be a next time, Gala.”

Ying Fangzhou interrupted him, the final thunder ripping through his remaining vessel: ”Your enemy will no longer be me...”

The Solidifier’s face froze, then quickly disintegrated into dust of metal, returning to the realm of the Withered King, once again entering a long slumber.

Ying Fangzhou coldly retracted his gaze, no longer looking.

Until footsteps approached from not far away, stopping by his side, it was Huai Shi.

Dawdling for too long.

”When did you arrive?” Ying Fangzhou asked.

Huai Shi thought for a moment, seriously said: ”Just now.”

”Another lie.”

Ying Fangzhou snorted disdainfully, not giving any face.

Huai Shi didn’t appear embarrassed, just smiled and sat down beside: ”At least I witnessed a thrilling battle, documented the prowess of the old predecessor, right?”

Meaningless flattery and sycophancy.

Are the current juniors truly reliable?

Ying Fangzhou sighed, ”Have you comprehended everything I taught you?”

Huai Shi scratched his head, helplessly shrugged: ”Honestly, it vanished as fast as I watched, already forgotten almost everything, shall we redo it next time? Would you kindly go through it once more?”

Ying Fangzhou seemed to sneer, giving no reply.

Though sly, it showed some wit; at least he didn’t seem like the type that would end up stubbornly fixated on a dead end.

Perhaps, no need for excessive worry.

Nevertheless, it was still a bit unacceptable.

Is each generation worse than the last?

He silently sighed, uncertain whether to feel annoyed or amused.

In that silent tranquility, Ying Fangzhou quietly looked up at the sky, that stretch akin to Hell’s Dark Origin of the Cosmic, for a long, long time.

”Kid, is Utopia... still there?”

”Of course.”

The young man nodded, as if not understanding why the predecessor would ask such a thing, a bit puzzled: ”After so many years, everyone in the Current Circumstances branches out, flourishing and thriving, isn’t that amazing? Why do you ask?”

Yet another lie... trying to fool a child?

But even knowing it was a lie, Ying Fangzhou couldn’t help but feel a surge of genuine comfort. As if a long-awaited dawn had finally come.

Like a weight lifted off his shoulders.

”Don’t give up, Huai Shi.”

He murmured softly, firmly gripping the hand of that successor, ”Don’t be like me...”

”But there’s no way even if I don’t give up.”

Helplessly, Huai Shi turned to look into the distance at that massive sun wheel, ”The enemy is something of that magnitude. Predecessor, how could we possibly win?”