The fierce collision continues.
The difference is that in Spirit Bone’s eyes, this is a fight to the death, betting the future of their race.
But in the eyes of the Earth Thought Evil Spirit, it’s a ga to release emotions; from the beginning, the word "defeat" was absent.
With the Black Tide providing endless energy, his projection body can heal instantly; he’s not doing it just to enjoy the battle.
However, his opponent, Spirit Bone, is gradually growing weary.
The strength of the punches is waning in the Earth Thought Evil Spirit’s eyes, gradually losing their interest.
"The ga is over."
The Earth Thought Evil Spirit grabs Spirit Bone, who is drenched in blood but whose eyes still burn with a desire for battle, pressing him towards the ground.
Bang!
Upon impact, the ground spreads with cracks.
Spirit Bone coughs up blood, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit lets go, flipping back to the ground.
Looking at the Spirit Bone, who struggles to stand despite being on the brink, a trace of admiration arises in its heart.
But it is limited to admiration; there is no trace of rcy in its eyes.
Facing the fist coming directly at it, it suddenly punches back, knocking Spirit Bone down again.
This ti, no matter how Spirit Bone struggles, he cannot stand.
The golden light on his body disperses, turning into a Spirit Mirror, which is absorbed by the Earth Thought Evil Spirit.
Spirit Bone lifts his head, his weary eyes still attempting to ignite a war intent, but his weakened body nearly causes him to faint:
"I will not... lose."
Hearing this, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit’s mouth curves into a sinister smile:
"Is this thing important to you?"
Facing the inquiry, Spirit Bone remains silent, issuing a low growl from his throat.
"But in my eyes, this thing is worthless." With that, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit throws the Light Mirror towards the black mist.
In Spirit Bone’s incredulous expression, the Light Mirror rapidly decomposes in the black mist, surging energy rging into the black mist.
"Light Mirror!" Light Bone lets out a hysterical roar.
After decomposing the Light Mirror, the Evil Eye extracts a large amount of information recorded by the strength and shares it with the Earth Thought Evil Spirit.
The Earth Thought Evil Spirit, after a brief silence upon receiving the decomposition information, looks at the weakened Light Bone and shakes its head:
"The miracle that reverses heaven and earth in your eyes is rely a limited-value firewood in my eyes. Your dreams are big, too big for your strength to bear, just an illusion."
The life force in Light Bone’s body is rapidly draining; despite his constant struggle, he cannot stand.
The anger in his eyes seems to want to lt the Earth Thought Evil Spirit.
Even if he doesn’t want to admit it, he knows he has already lost.
The journey toward dreams is, in the end, coming to an end.
In the Hotown World, he was once the protagonist.
But in this world, he is at the bottom, struggling to survive, everything seeming to return to the starting point in the Molten Furnace World.
The difference is, this ti there is no similar rise to glory.
Light Bone’s fingertips sink deep into the soil, blood seeping from the gaps, but the persistence in his heart wavers.
The life force in his body accelerates its loss at this mont, ultimately dying with his eyes open.
The Black Tide gathers and envelops Light Bone’s body, and the projection body of the Earth Thought Evil Spirit rges into the Black Tide.
...
On the Tower platform, the Evil Eye blinks at the Earth Thought Evil Spirit:
"How does it feel after venting emotions?"
"Not bad, just a bit emotional, this guy continuously burned with combat will, but was too weak."
The Evil Eye, having heard, ponders for a while, then nods:
"A flower that blooms by chance cannot compete with a mature planting system. In his eyes, he might have once been the protagonist of the world, unique, but in this world, there are countless guys like him, and the brilliance he tried so hard to shine was nothing more than a common sight; perhaps only his small Hotown World can accommodate his sowhat naive dreams, but here, only the weight of results is acknowledged."
"Any race that reaches the Monster World must have experienced glorious rise; we do not care about their struggles and efforts before breaking out, nor about the splendor they blood, only the nutrients they can provide upon withering."
The Earth Thought Evil Spirit said coldly:
"There are too many guys who consider themselves protagonists stepping onto the stage of the Monster World, dreaming of continuing to forge ahead and building the glory that once existed in a Small World. But those who can truly beco protagonists are very few. Even I am but an insignificant part of this vast world. He couldn’t even get past , let alone stand atop the World Summit, creating a new order."
The Evil Eye nodded in strong agreent:
"His rise ca from the Light Mirror, an external object that elevated his growth limit, but the Light Mirror is essentially a fragnt of a tool left in lower worlds by other races for so reason. The Light Mirror made him, but it was also the limit he could not surpass."
"Actually, there are many poets in the Small World who raise the torch of changing the world. In their eyes, they are strong, but true strength is not changing the world but being the rule-makers; like my master or Emperor Zhao, those who reach this level are the true strong ones. As for other races, they are just passive adapters of the rules."
Hearing this, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit suddenly curiously asked:
"Evil Eye, do you think I have the potential to grow to such a height?"
"Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"
"Nonsense, of course, the truth."
"You can’t even surpass the Player Clan, and you dream of becoming a strong rule-making order, dream on."
Earth Thought: ...
"Dumbass Evil Eye."
"Hmm."
"I’m calling you a dumbass."
"Hmm."
"Damn."
Facing the flawless Evil Eye, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit suddenly loses steam.
In its eyes, the Evil Eye has no weaknesses, no matter how harshly it speaks; it is ineffective against the Evil Eye.
Feeling the anger with no place to vent, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit grits its teeth:
"Evil Eye, tell the truth, do you have any weakness I can exploit?"
"Yes."
Hearing this, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit becos interested at once:
"Tell about it."
"My weakness is you."
Earth Thought: ...
"Disgusting!"
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