Luo Hebei must admit that the federation's strict king-level title system can indeed reflect the combat power and potential of the king.

There is no wrong title, only a wrong name.

"Night King" Wu Li completely surpassed "Nine Heavens King" Chen Jinge in terms of combat power.

With the A-level pure combat-type Apocalypse ability and the ninth-level peak king-level martial arts cultivation, Night King Wu Li really made Luo Hebei suffer a lot.

——In a few hours, the Shadow Emperor will run out of strength and be killed by Wu Li.

However, things took a turn for the better after the flying dragon transformed from the Dark Palace fell to the ground.

The space vibrated and turned into mirror-like fragments. Although Wu Li did not faint, he was still frozen for a moment, and the activation of his ability was delayed by a thousandth of a second, revealing a flaw.

There was a flash of light in Luo Hebei's eyes, and the shadows were like the water from the nine heavens hanging upside down, blocking the stars and the sun.

The next moment, the Shadow Emperor turned around and ran away.

"Stop!" Wu Li roared after recovering, and activated his [All Things Pulling] ability. Luo Hebei, who had already flown tens of thousands of meters, stagnated and was involuntarily sucked back.

Poof!

A flash of blood suddenly appeared, and Luo Hebei tore off his entire left arm and threw it at Wu Li.

Sure enough, the traction on his body weakened several times, and Luo Hebei took advantage of this short gap to jump to the ground and disappeared into the shadows.

The moment the Shadow Emperor dived underground, the already riddled black tower turned into smoke and disappeared. Wu Li's face was gloomy and he looked at his feet coldly.

"Run? You are so seriously injured, where can you run..."

To eliminate evil, the core of the Shadow Empire is undoubtedly the Shadow Emperor Luo Hebei. As long as the [Black Wishing Master] exists, he can start a super-powered criminal group at any time.

This person must be killed!

Wu Li thought to himself, his feet moving slightly.

However, after moving for a long time, the ground was not broken.

——He is lazy again.

The cost of using A-level abilities for a long time has finally emerged. The disease of [All Things Drawing] is procrastination!

"Oh, it's okay. You can go back later. Anyway, Luo Hebei has only half a breath left. It won't be too late to chase after him in a few minutes..."

Wu Li yawned lazily and lay on the ground in a daze.

But at this moment, the ringing tone on the phone sounded, and Wu Li remembered this tune. This was the savior’s exclusive ringtone!

However, Night King Wu Li still didn't answer the phone, even if he just needed to reach out and click the answer button.

"Oh, it's okay. The savior has a good temper. It's okay to answer the phone a little later. He has a lot of things to do, so it's good to have a good time..."

After a few minutes, when the phone rang for the third time, Wu Li took out his phone.

——Procrastination is just procrastinating, but you will still do it.

"Hey, Lord Savior..."

"Wu Li, how is Lanhai City?"

"Luo He ran away sadly."

"Run away? Why didn't you chase me?"

"..."

"Yes, it's a disease of heaven, right?" The guardian on the other end of the phone spoke in a casual tone, as friendly as the most common grocery shopping uncle in the morning market:

"Tell me the truth, kid, can you deal with Luo Hebei?"

"Yes!" The Night King answered resolutely. Even if he was troubled by Tianzhi's disease, as long as he started to pursue him, the seriously injured Luo Hebei would definitely die.

This is the experience and self-confidence cultivated through countless battles. At the moment when Luo He sadly broke his arm to survive, Wu Li had already taken the absolute initiative.

"Okay!" The guardian of the sixth life circle smiled:

"I still have something to do here, so I won't go over there. I'll leave that shadow emperor to you."

"Tearing off tiger skin? Lord Guardian, what do you mean..."

"Luo Hebei is not a member of [Seven Deadly Sins]." The voice on the other end of the phone paused and sighed:

"He... is too weak."

…

Luo He staggered sadly and moved his body slowly. He was surrounded by countless collapsed shadow palaces. The soldiers and civilians of Lanhai City fainted due to the vibration of space and lay on the ground with their arms and legs spread out, forming a strange picture.

The Shadow Emperor did not flee, but returned.

[Black Wishing Master]'s heavenly disease is that he must keep his promise, which means that Luo Hebei must fulfill his promise.

He promised the four surviving Shadow Knights that they would go to [Home] together, so they couldn't just live in an ignoble way.

Even if returning here is a real escape from death, Luo Hebei cannot escape alone.

The disease of heaven is the sword of Damocles hanging over the head of every high-level apocalypse.

The emperor, who had only one arm left, walked cautiously, hoping to find the surviving knight. However, after a few minutes, he suddenly stopped and met the first conscious person besides Wu Li.

A woman...a woman with white hair.

Even Luo Hebei couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of this white-haired woman. She stood on the dark ruins, looking at him with a smile, as if she didn't belong here and would fly into the sky at any time.

"This lady." Even though Luo Hebei was seriously injured, he was still gentle and elegant:

Gu Yi

"I'm sorry to have brought death and unrest to your city."

"My... city..."

The white-haired woman seemed to think of something, burst into laughter, and said softly:

"Luo Hebei, I almost forgot, you have a little bit of black humor."

The tone is relaxed and very familiar.

The Shadow Emperor was startled:

"This lady, have we... met before?"

"Ah, what's the matter with you? Why did you forget me?" The white-haired woman shook her head and seemed a little unhappy:

"Why are you coming back? Oh... it's to find your subordinates to fulfill your promise and take them to [Home], right? But do you know what [Home] is?"

"Of course I..." Luo Hebei replied subconsciously, but paused suddenly.

Yes, what is home?

Why should I go to Homeland?

I am one of the seven deadly sins, for...

No, what are the seven deadly sins?

who I am?

The elegant Shadow Emperor trembled for the first time as he remembered something.

That was a blind spot in thinking that would never have been touched before meeting this white-haired woman.

The stunningly beautiful white-haired woman seemed to have no such thing as "sympathy" at all. She spoke with a smile, but what she said made Luo He feel as sad as falling into an ice cellar:

"It seems that you have finally remembered, Luo Hebei, you... don't exist."

"Oh, no, no, it's not that you don't exist, you are... a product of my fantasy."

"It has no meaning or value, it's just a trivial fantasy of mine."

Luo He looked at the white-haired woman in horror, remembering everything.

The memories of the past, the knowledge learned, this power, the A-level apocalyptic ability [Black Wishing Master], everything about me... are just this woman's fantasy.

It was her fantasy that created herself.

In fact, I was only "born" for three years.

"Ho ho..." Luo Hebei let out a beast-like wail. His chest rose and fell violently several times, and then he suddenly raised his head and stared at the white-haired woman:

"You...what is the purpose of creating me?"

The white-haired woman smiled and said nothing and did not answer.

But maybe it was the wonderful connection between the creator and the creature, and Luo Hebei had already understood what she meant.

A mere product of fantasy, not qualified to know the meaning of his birth.

"Ah... what a boring and interesting life..." Luo He murmured sadly, saluting the white-haired woman. Shadows gathered at his feet. Feeling the sadness and despair of his master, the shadow became darker and darker.

The shadow enveloped Luo Hebei, turning into a ferocious beast and pounced on the white-haired woman.

However, this beautiful woman didn't make any movement, she just raised the corners of her mouth, satisfied and happy:

"The meaningless doll bares its fangs to its creator, huh... Classical tragedy is my favorite."

After an instant, the black shadow dissipated, and Luo Hebei's body turned into dots of starlight and ceased to exist.

For imaginary people and power, even resistance is a luxury in front of their creator.

The white-haired woman caught a bit of starlight with her palm, looked at it, and then put it aside.

She turned around and headed for her destination. She didn't care at all that anyone saw her. Who had the right to stop her?

Night King Wu Li?

Or the guardian of the sixth life circle who is revered as the "Savior"?

Ah.

If you see her, just kill her. In the sixth circle of life, no one can stop her.

Because she is number 4 of the Seven Deadly Sins, Meng Wuyue!

S-level [Fantasy Princess].

What you think is true.

…

The dark palace was in ruins, and the white-haired woman finally reached her destination after a long journey.

She stopped and looked at the fainted boy.

Handsome, tall and straight, wearing a glove on his left hand, with light dark circles under his eyes.

Compared with that time, he was a little naive and gentle, but Meng Wuyue knew that he was who he was.

She bent down and put her mouth to Shen Bai's ear. Just like in the past years, her tone was soft and full of complex emotions:
Chapter completed!