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Endless darkness.
Endless void...
Chen Fan held the Heaven-severing Demon Sword in his right hand and the Sky Sacrificing Stele in his left, standing in the Void.
Five Divine Stones slowly rotated around him.
And behind him, his once golden God King wings had turned completely black...
Around him stood towering Demon Shadows.
At this moment, Chen Fan felt no fear, only loneliness and sorrow.
Chu Xuan was dead;
Ye Hongyan was dead;
Shen Daodao was dead;
Ye Hao was dead...
They did not die in battle.
They had given all their strength to the last Demon King in this world so that Chen Fan could penetrate the Void.
Chen Fan did not feel despair.
Only loneliness and sorrow.
His companions who had fought by his side for so many years had all left, one by one.
Between heaven and earth, it seemed only he remained.
Only he, this Demon King, remained...
The pressure was a bit overwhelming.
You lazy bones, off to sleep, leaving all matters to me.
