On the battlefield, only ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) Caesar remained.
And in the distance, Yasuo, with both legs broken, lay motionless in the snow.
"Now, it's your turn."
Kujo Naruya turned around, his terrifying eyes, now only white, fixed on Caesar.
He walked step by step, and with each step, his aura grew stronger.
That was a final burst of energy before death.
It was also their final act of madness.
"Mushishi... all your insects are dead, what can you still do?"
Kujo Naruya's voice was hoarse and mocking.
Caesar stood still, without retreating.
Zhou Huai, controlling this body, watched the approaching Grim Reaper and suddenly smiled.
That smile looked particularly eerie on Caesar's face, which was covered with compound eyes.
"Who told you... all I know how to play with bugs?"
Before he could finish speaking...
Caesar's body suddenly swelled up violently.
It was as if countless tiny snakes were wriggling beneath his skin, and purple light emanated from every pore.
"Self-destruction? Another self-destruction?"
"What else can you bunch of lunatics do besides self-destruct???"
Kujo Naruya was extrely agitated.
He had never encountered such a suicidal fighting style before.
While feeling angry, a different emotion seed to arise in my heart as well.
That emotion is called fear.
It is the fear of death.
Let's die together!
Zhou Huai roared angrily.
Caesar's thod of self-destruction was also vastly different from that of other professionals.
The original humanoid body instantly exploded, transforming into countless tiny, almost invisible nano-poisonous insects.
Instead of scattering and fleeing, these poisonous insects gathered into a purple storm that completely enveloped Kujo Naruya.
The sacrifice of the body transforms into billions of venomous insects that burrow into every pore and wound of the enemy, gnawing at his flesh and devouring his power!
"Aaaaaaah!!!"
Kujo Naruya let out a scream more piercing than ever before.
He frantically pounded his body and brandished his longsword, trying to drive away the poisonous insects that had burrowed into his body.
But this was of no use.
Millions of venomous insects burrowed into his blood vessels, his bone marrow, and even his brain through the wounds that covered his body!
"Get out here! Get out here!!!"
Kujo Naruya rolled wildly on the ground, spraying golden divine blood as if it were free.
boom--!
Finally, he had no choice but to unleash the last of his divine power, blasting his own flesh and blood, along with the poisonous insects, away.
A blood-red firework blood on the snow.
【System notification: Your clone 'Caesar the Scourge' has died!】
That concludes the discussion.
Except for the crippled Yasuo.
All of Zhou Huai's clones were wiped out.
The wind stopped.
A deathly silence fell upon the summit of the snow-capped mountain.
Only from the edge of that deep pit ca heavy breathing sounds.
Kujo Naruya is still alive.
But in his current state, he can no longer be called a "human".
In order to expel the poisonous insects from his body, he blew up his entire body below the waist.
Only half of his mangled upper body remained, lying alone in a pool of blood.
Intestines spilled out onto the ground, and stark white bones were exposed.
The face had been gnawed away, leaving only half of it, revealing the gums and eyeballs.
But he still didn't die.
His SSS-level vitality, so tenacious it was almost abnormal, kept him clinging to his last breath.
"We won..."
"Cough cough... I won..."
Kujo Naruya coughed up blood while letting out a hysterical laugh.
With his arms, now just bones, he clawed at the ground, inching his way toward the exit of the ruins.
As long as we get out of this damned ruin.
As long as... as long as I can climb out.
As long as it can get sunlight.
Thanks to the passive ability of 【Sun Wheel Undying Body】, even if only his head remains, he can slowly recover!
“The scum of Great Xia...”
"Once I recover... I will kill you all..."
"I want to turn the entire Great Xia Dynasty... into a hell..."
As Kujo Naruya crawled, he cursed viciously under his breath.
His survival instinct unleashed astonishing willpower, and his severed body left a long, shocking trail of blood on the snow.
Ten ters.
Five ters.
Three ters.
The entrance to the ruins is right in front of us.
A greedy glint flashed in Kujo Naruya's murky eyes.
He stretched out his bloodied and mangled hand, trying to touch the beam of light that represented new life.
However.
Just a second before his fingertips were about to touch the vortex of the ruins.
A shadow blocked his way.
It obscured that only hope.
Kujo Naruya froze.
He slowly and laboriously raised his head.
What ca into view was a pale, cold face, yet filled with endless killing intent.
Yasuo.
The swordsman whose legs were severed at the very beginning of the battle, whom he regarded as a piece of trash.
now.
Yasuo was supporting himself with the broken sword in his hand, kneeling on one knee in front of him.
Although he lost both legs.
Although his whole body was covered in blood.
But the sword intent emanating from Yasuo was purer and sharper than ever before.
"you......"
Kujo Naruya's pupils suddenly contracted, and he opened his mouth as if to say sothing.
But Zhou Huai didn't give him that chance at all.
"it's over."
Zhou Huai's consciousness issued the final command in his mind.
This wasn't just Yasuo's final blow.
It was a fatal blow from Zhou Huai, who had exhausted all his ntal strength and squeezed out all his potential.
Sizzle—!
A faint arc of electricity flashed through the air.
The longsword in his hand had no fancy sword moves, nor any grand display of power.
Only the simplest and most unadorned stroke.
Pfft.
A soft sound.
Kujo Naruya's head, filled with terror and resentnt, flew high into the air.
Golden blood shot into the sky like a fountain, its poignant beauty standing out starkly against the empty ruins.
The head tumbled through the air a few tis before crashing heavily to the ground, rolling into the cratered mud.
Kujo Naruya's eyes remained wide open, staring intently at the sky.
It seems he couldn't believe it even until his death.
He, a dignified SSS-level god, actually died at the hands of a bunch of "ants".
Moreover, he died by the sword of a one-legged man whom he despised.
The body was decapitated.
Life was cut off.
This ti, there was no more resurrection, no more miracles.
This myth from Japan, dating back 500 years, is considered a totem of faith, "Amaterasu".
Utterly destroyed!
【System notification: Congratulations, host! You have successfully killed the SSS-rank target 'Kujou Naruya'!】
A cold, impersonal system notification sounded in my mind.
But Zhou Huai could no longer hear clearly.
The mont he saw Kujo Naruya's head fall to the ground, the tension in his heart finally snapped.
Endless darkness surged in like a tidal wave.
The original body, far away in Donghai City, tilted its head and fell into a coma.
And in the snow mountain ruins.
Yasuo's broken body, like a puppet without its strings, dropped the broken sword in his hand and fell down with a "thud" next to Kujo Naruya's corpse.
The wind kept blowing.
The heavy snow fell thick and fast, quickly covering the blood and carnage on the ground.
All that remained was a vast expanse of white earth, so clean.
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