People are singing in the tide, but there is no crown - Chapter 182 He Wins
People are singing in the tide, but there is no crown
Chapter 182 He WinsThe speed of the Touch of the Past was much faster than Ling An had imagined.
While he was still running across the boundless sea, that huge force had already returned.
He blocked the sun, stood in the sky, and looked quietly at Ling An below.
A thick smell of blood fermented on His body.
"What did you do!" Ling An's eyes were bloodshot and he stared at him.
"Don't be so nervous. Don't you have half of the war power? Feel it for yourself, hahahaha."
The Touch of the Past laughed out loud, as if mocking Ling An's incompetence.
Ling An calmed down. He was at a huge disadvantage and his panic made him lose his mind.
He clearly understood that the Touch of the Past had gone to Konshu.
Holding on to the only remaining glimmer of hope, Ling An sensed towards the direction of Jinzhou.
At this moment, countless frequencies are dissipating above the familiar city.
It's death.
Ling An stood there in a daze, as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer.
"It seems you have sensed it. I am doing this for your own good. The more people die, the stronger you will be. I have already said that we are all birds of a feather."
A tear fell into the sea.
Ling An helplessly received the frequencies that came from across the ocean.
He wanted to say no.
Every frequency that emanates carries a bloody and familiar scent.
"Of course, since I control the other half of the Wuxiang Xian Lord, I also possess this power. Hahahahahaha!"
The Touch of the Past laughed wildly, and plundered the frequencies that escaped from the Lost City crazily.
Of course, He can do what Ling An can do.
What Ling An can't do, He can do even better!
An angry roar was heard above the boundless sea. The sound was so desperate that it made people sigh with regret.
"Certainly!!!"
He had no choice but to swallow his tears and repeat his previous tactics.
Sea water, stagnant.
Air, condensation.
A sarcastic sigh was heard from within the stagnant realm.
Ling An suddenly raised his head and looked at the desperate figure.
Why is He not affected?
In his sight, the bodies of the three beings of the Old One were distorted strangely, and a white dragon head suddenly emerged from their shoulders.
The dragon head clung tightly to His shoulder, one eye was filled with blood and tears, while in the other eye, the white-haired girl quietly closed her eyes, imprisoned in them.
Her skin was pale, as if it would be blown away at any moment.
Ling An's pupils dilated violently and he took a step back in disbelief.
"The power of time is indeed special, but unfortunately..." The Tentacle of the Past moved its finger slightly and said lightly:
"recovery."
In an instant, the stagnation field rapidly retreated.
The sea was roaring gently and the sky and earth were clear, as if nothing had happened.
Deathly silence, deathly despair.
The girl imprisoned in the dragon's eyes is Jin Xi.
The power of time restoration that she possessed manifested in the palm of the Touch of the Ancients.
This is a unique enemy.
He is smarter than all and stronger than all!
He can control everything!
In a short period of time, Ling An witnessed His evolution several times.
Every time you see Him in the next second, He is stronger than the previous second.
This is an unbeatable opponent.
Ling An powerlessly urged the power of time, time and time again, but it was shattered by the indifference of the Touch of the Past.
Until the last ray of light on the body was extinguished.
Finally, he reached the end of his road.
The empty body can no longer bear any strength.
His current form began to break apart, and he fell back to his original appearance.
He has dried up.
All the strength in his body was drained away, and the only thing still stirring in his body was half of the power of war.
In an instant, he seemed to have aged countless years.
Even raising my hands required great effort.
"Fools are always like this. They have to wait until despair is in front of them before they realize that it is irreversible."
Looking at the dying Ling An, Touch of the Past commented condescendingly.
If this was a tombstone, then His words would be a summary of the life of this weak remnant elephant before His eyes.
"Now, it's time for you to give yourself."
The tentacles of the past pressed down, and Ling An's consciousness and power were instantly stripped away and flew towards His body.
Only by bringing the two separate powers back together can He possess the true, complete power of the Formless Lord of Fire.
At that time, the true wail will come and destroy the world once again.
Everything will be settled.
At this moment, countless disasters suddenly occurred in Longlong, Linaxi Tower, the New Federation, and many more places.
The crowd howled in death, and countless residual images shattered and merged into a force that drove all despair.
"Everything in this world comes to an end at this moment."
In the body of Touch of the Old Days, at the last moment before consciousness disappeared, Ling An couldn't help but think so.
Everything that has been experienced in the past, all the realities and emotions, are as fragile as dry and yellowed pages, swept by the wind called death, and shattered into flying catkins all over the sky.
With a sigh of satisfaction, Touch of the Past looked at the photo floating in front of it and took it in its hands.
He looked at the smiling people in the photos and clasped his hands together.
The precious things that carry memories are gone.
He turned around and stood still.
Listen to the world's cry.
He has won, completely.
In this world, nothing can stop Him.
At this point, even if the variable outside the world comes back, it will not work.
Within His body is the void of annihilation.
The stubborn roadblock that had always stood in front of Him was now reaching the end of the void.
Ling An's situation was exactly what he had imagined.
In the vast void, he flew towards something that looked like an abyss and swallowed everything.
This is the real end. After crossing this boundary, only the nothingness of death will greet him.
He had stopped resisting and there was no way he could resist.
He had known from the very beginning that this was an unstoppable enemy.
Everything he did with all his might was just to delay the arrival of the scream.
As it turns out, he failed.
Where he couldn't see now, the wailing had already arrived.
Ling An allowed death to drag him alone into the abyss.
Only until this moment could he feel it all so vividly.
It turns out that the last feeling of life is loneliness.
There was nothing here, until he fell into the abyss, and then he felt a familiar breath on his body.
"I... am unwilling..."
A hint of surprise flashed across Ling An's consciousness.
He couldn't see the other party's existence, but he could feel its persistence.
It stood in front of the abyss, blocking Ling An outside the boundaries of death.
In a trance, Ling An understood the other party's identity.
Even when it has decided to face death calmly, it is still resisting?
He was surprised, but the voice only rang in his heart:
"The Master of Wuxiang Xian?"