Night without Borders

Chapter 563 Slaying the Enemy and Returning to Homeland
Under the cover of night, golden threads weave and weave, creating a dazzling, flowing light. Wherever they pass, every inch of the void twists and turns, blurring the world and causing one's vision to sway violently.

The fist light, as bright as the sun, and the sharp blade light, which filled the night sky, were all pierced by the golden thread and frozen in place in an instant.

The magnificent scene of battle suddenly came to a standstill.

Nearby, the collapsing rocky mountains and the shattered primeval forest were frozen as if encased in ice.

The dense golden threads, like countless slender divine nails, pinned this world into a still painting.

The white-haired grandmaster's pupils contracted. His attack methods were terrifying, but now both his fist light and the heavenly blade were temporarily imprisoned and pierced.

His hair stood on end; the other party's ingenious method made him extremely uneasy.

Like an illusion, the still scene was quickly shattered. After the ripples subsided, the stone mountain collapsed, the forest crumbled, and leaves fell and exploded everywhere.

The white-haired grandmaster's fist and sword light were rapidly disintegrating, the dazzling sun dimmed, and the sword light, which rose and fell like the ocean, was extinguished.

The golden threads pierced forward, intertwining into dense streams of light, indestructible and unstoppable.

The white-haired grandmaster felt a chill run down his spine, and he went all out, his body covered in sacred patterns that manifested in several different forms.

Silver dragon-shaped light rose from his body, and there were several of them in a row. He used the forbidden technique again.

With a hissing sound, all six dragons were pierced by the golden thread, and a mournful dragon roar faintly emanated from the void, causing even the white-haired grandmaster to groan.

With a roar, as if the sun were disintegrating, or as if a celestial being were ascending, he charged forward, enveloped in brilliant radiance.

At this moment, both sides were in a very difficult situation.

Yu Gengsheng was in poor physical condition, having lost both arms. He was fighting with his crippled body. Although he was receiving and circulating Qin Ming's wonderful techniques, it was not his own doing, so it was somewhat sluggish.

Moreover, the white-haired grandmaster on the other side is unleashing his trump cards one after another, and is now unleashing his full power.

With a hissing sound, the golden thread pierced through the white-haired grandmaster's arms, chest, and other parts of his body, causing blood to spurt out and tearing parts of his body apart.

Yu Gengsheng was also coughing up blood, and the cracks on his body were widening, as if he was about to disintegrate.

The yellow parasol spun around and, after being summoned by Qin Ming, directly blocked the beam of light in front of him. The parasol, from its surface to its handle, was made of a different kind of gold, which blocked the beam of light that looked like a flying immortal.

"kill!"

After a fierce battle, both sides survived the terrifying attack and shouted simultaneously once again.

The main problem is that the distance is too close. When they meet on a narrow path, whoever is afraid and retreats first will immediately suffer a full-scale attack from the opponent.

The white-haired grandmaster trembled, his heart and lungs pierced by golden threads. Those seemingly gentle threads were surprisingly lethal.

His body was pierced and cut, his chest bones were broken, half of his crushed heart was detached, his left eye was pierced, and a piece of his forehead bone was hit by a cluster of golden threads and broken off.

His fist light, sword energy, and flying immortal light are also terrifying, bypassing the yellow canopy umbrella and omnipresent, pouring down on his opponents.

Yu Gensheng shielded Qin Ming and Tang Yushang behind him and isolated them with a light barrier, while he himself withstood the attack spell.

boom.

The cracks in Yu Gengsheng's body widened further. He was ripped apart by the violent external force, his legs were separated from his body, and his abdomen exploded.

This was truly bloody; both grandmasters suffered severe injuries.

Yu Gensheng urgently transmitted his voice, telling Qin Ming and Tang Yushang to retreat. He himself had already used the golden thread to stick to the white-haired grandmaster, preparing to shatter like jade and do everything he could to take his opponent away.

"Great Tang, step back!" Qin Ming shouted. He didn't want to see Yu Gengsheng die a miserable death. He wanted to continuously release golden threads to mend his body and join the attack.

Tang Yushang said, "If you are defeated, there is no point in me retreating. I will still be hunted down to death. It is better to attack together."

The white-haired grandmaster mobilized the last wisp of Xuanhuang Qi within his body, one eye bleeding while the other gleamed with ferocity as he unleashed his full power.

He bet that the opponent was in extremely bad shape, on the verge of collapse, and that another attack would likely resolve the situation.

If he couldn't silence his opponent, he worried that if the opponent contacted his companions, he and the Holy Traveler might not be able to leave this area while he was still seriously injured.

Behind Yu Gensheng, dense golden threads pierced through his flesh and blood.

Qin Ming wasn't attacking; instead, he used a gentle healing method to temporarily piece together his legs and abdomen before finally extending his attack towards the enemy.

Unable to commit suicide, and fearing he might take Qin Ming with him, Yu Gengsheng had no choice but to grit his teeth and launch another normal attack, borrowing Qin Ming's ingenious technique to bombard his opponent.

In this final blow, both sides gave their all in a life-or-death struggle.

Endless golden threads pierced through the white-haired grandmaster, pinning him down, including his mental field. The golden threads trembled and suddenly tore at his body.

With a loud crash, the white-haired grandmaster disintegrated.

On the other side, the yellow parasol was struck with a clanging sound, shook violently, and flew horizontally into the air.

The white-haired grandmaster's desperate attack was incredibly powerful; although he himself was shattered, the beams of light still shot outwards.

Yu Gensheng's body was torn to pieces, and so was his spirit, with blood everywhere.

Ultimately, Qin Ming manifested golden threads within the chaotic energy, which was incredibly domineering. After Yu Gengsheng transformed into it, he directly amplified it to the level of a Grandmaster. His aging body simply couldn't withstand such a technique.

In fact, this is still a weakened version after the transformation.

If it is a flawless chaotic energy that manifests as golden threads to attack, its power will be amplified to the same level, making it even more difficult to control.

With the external force of the White-Haired Grandmaster joining the fray, Yu Gengsheng, beset by internal and external troubles, found it difficult to remain standing.

Even Qin Ming and Tang Yushang, who were shielded by Lao Yu, suffered a terrible impact, their bodies torn apart and no longer whole.

At this moment, the Holy Traveler was filled with trepidation. He had never imagined that an opponent in such a crippled state could bring about the death of the white-haired Grandmaster beside him. It was truly terrifying.

He moved across like a ghost, arriving in an instant. Such a person is naturally adept at seizing opportunities. Once he saw that everyone was crippled or useless, he immediately finished them off.

Yu Gengsheng's one relatively intact foot flew up, accompanied by a shower of light, and aimed at him.

The Holy Traveler's face was cold; how could a Grandmaster on the verge of death with only one leg stop him?

However, being cautious by nature, he avoided it. His real target was Qin Ming, the one who kept unleashing the Origin Golden Thread, rewriting the course of the battle.

He wanted to eliminate this rival first, and of course, he also wanted to obtain that mysterious and wonderful method.

The world of Night Fog is vast, and within the highest civilization system, there are always some unknown, secret techniques that are not passed down to others. The priceless value of such forbidden skills is far beyond description.

At this moment, Yu Gengsheng was scattered all over the ground.

Qin Ming and Tang Yushang were in no better shape; in fact, Qin Ming's severed hand and Tang Yushang's severed arm were mixed together.

With a whoosh, the yellow parasol shot up, autonomously engaging the enemy without any spiritual energy or divine substances provided by anyone.

"You really don't consider me a dish?" The yellow parasol spun around.

The umbrella not only features alluring figures, but also shines with starlight-like brilliance. Sacred ribbons hang from the tassels at the edges, and a rich purple aura emanates from it.

It teleported and attacked the Holy Traveler.

"A talking alien weapon?" The Holy Traveler was shocked.

He was startled, but thankfully, he had already realized that the weapon itself had a problem, limiting it to the Grandmaster level. It may have been glorious in the past, but now it was covered in dust.

The yellow parasol blocked his opponent for a moment, which was enough for Qin Ming. He then began to piece together his body.

He suffered injuries all the way from the chasm to here, and just now he was torn into eight pieces.

Tang Yushang was in a similar state; their blood was mixed together, and their mangled bodies lay scattered, a truly tragic sight.

"Senior!" Qin Ming realized the seriousness of Yu Gengsheng's problem. He had been devoured by the Chaos Force, and his body and spirit had been torn apart. If he hadn't absorbed the Longevity Leaf earlier and obtained a rich life force, he would probably be dead.

Unlike the white-haired grandmaster who had a wisp of Xuanhuang Qi to maintain his state, Yu Gengsheng was risking his life to unleash his strongest power.

Fortunately, Qin Ming is most skilled in Chaos Force, and once he has recovered sufficiently, he should be able to resolve Yu Gengsheng's hidden dangers.

"Great Tang, how are you?"

Tang Yushang responded: "Take your severed hand and leg away."

Qin Ming said, "I just pieced this together. You want me to help you sew it up, right?"

"No need, take your blood away, I'll do it myself." Tang Yushang discovered that the broken shackles within her body were glowing, and she showed signs of rebirth after being in a life-or-death situation.

This bloodline shackle... is far more mysterious than she imagined.

Qin Ming absorbed his last drop of blood into his body, and golden threads began to circulate all over his body.

At the same time, Tang Yushang reconstructed her body, and then she was enveloped in a cocoon of light, repairing her body on her own. She passively fell into silence and remained unconscious.

Qin Ming reached out a hand, and the sticky energy glowed as he pieced Yu Gengsheng back together. However, it was obvious that part of his body was missing, as it had been shattered too badly.

The backlash from the chaotic energy was truly terrifying!
This kind of shattering is almost like tearing a person apart completely; the injuries are extremely severe.

Qin Ming kept guzzling large amounts of medicine into his mouth. Only by recovering himself could he help Yu Gengsheng resolve the remaining chaotic energy. In addition, he also needed to deal with the Holy Traveler at the moment.

As for the white-haired grandmaster, after his body exploded, pieces of his body were scattered here and there. Since he didn't have the Longevity Leaf to maintain his bodily functions, the problem was even more serious.

At this moment, the white-haired grandmaster was shocked and terrified. His spiritual fragments were pierced by the golden thread, as if they were completely nailed down by golden divine nails. They were dimming and could not be reassembled or restored.

Qin Ming's wounds, which were still entangled with Dao Yun, were difficult to heal in a short time. However, his vitality and strength were restored with the help of the great medicine.

Right now, his once-proud, sturdy body is a patchwork, riddled with cracks.

He tried his best to mend himself with gold thread so that he wouldn't break again if he made a move.

Not far away, the Saint Traveler's flaxen curly hair fluttered in the night wind. His expression was uncertain. He was the only one at his peak condition. Everyone else was either dying or severely injured. If he were to retreat under these circumstances, it would be truly... too unbearable.

Finally, the instant he broke free from the yellow parasol, he used an "entanglement technique" on Qin Ming, locking onto his opponent.

Immediately, as if ignoring space, he appeared in front of him in an instant, temporarily freeing himself from the yellow canopy umbrella, ready to hunt Qin Ming. He vaguely felt that if he could capture this person, he might be able to change his fate and soar to great heights.

Qin Ming faced the challenge with a solemn expression, considering his own physical limits before making a move.

For example, right now, the inner vision Heaven-Opening Axe is about to strike, but it is about to crack itself, mainly because it consumes too much energy and spirit.

With a hiss, he unleashed the Nine-Colored Sword Aura, employing immortal techniques to launch a ranged attack.

"Holy Traveler, stop it!" The fragment of the white-haired Grandmaster's spirit roared, urgently pleading for help.

The yellow parasol flew towards him, gradually eroding his scattered fragments of consciousness.

He wanted to fight back, but the golden threads transformed from Yu Gengsheng pinned him down, suppressing his power. It was terrifying; he could only watch helplessly as he was devoured.

After Qin Ming clashed with the Holy Traveler, he treated it as being forced into a desperate situation, as a battle for survival on the verge of death, and went completely berserk. Coupled with the Holy Traveler's "Entanglement Technique," the two fought a bloody battle and could not be separated.

"No..." The white-haired grandmaster was terrified. He still wanted to live. If he could hold on until the Holy Travelers won, he might be able to recover.

In fact, even with the help of the Holy Traveler, it was impossible to resolve the Golden Thread Tribulation for the White-Haired Grandmaster.

Reality is cruel; the large umbrella remained silent, constantly undermining him and giving him no chance whatsoever.

After assessing the situation, the white-haired grandmaster sadly discovered that even if the Holy Traveler were to win, it wouldn't be a short-term victory.

What kind of monster is that young man whose body is radiating heavenly light? To be so severely injured, on the verge of disintegration, and still able to fight the Holy Traveler to the death, is truly an anomaly.

The white-haired grandmaster was in despair. He realized that he was doomed and would not last until the Holy Traveler killed his opponent.

"No!" Huang Luogai cried out in anguish.

Its food is burning, and its highly regarded servants of the soullight are heading towards self-destruction.

The White-Haired Grandmaster was a very decisive person. Knowing that there was no way out, he would not allow himself to become an asset to his opponent. He burned his spiritual fragments and deliberately perished.

"Please, don't kill yourself, sob sob..." Huang Luo, with an umbrella, was heartbroken. "I... I hate it!" The white-haired grandmaster was filled with resentment in the flames of his self-destruction. To be begged like this and cried for him on his deathbed had completely shattered his spirit.

The woman with the yellow canopy wept bitterly; that was the Grandmaster she was about to devour, and it vanished just like that.

Blood streamed down Qin Ming's body as he stared at the short sword in the Saint Traveler's hand. It was no more than the length of a palm, its entire body a shimmering purple. It was a flying sword, yet the other party held it in his hand, the one that had just slashed his shoulder.

"The Traveler Civilization...is it that wealthy?" Qin Ming's eyes widened in disbelief.

"This was an unexpected bonus. Do you want it?" The Holy Traveler smiled faintly.

With a clang, Qin Ming drew his snow-white, strangely colored short sword to defend himself.

At the same time, he was prepared to use all his trump cards to try to end the battle as soon as possible, because if things continued like this, he might not be able to hold on.

As the yellow canopy approaches, they prepare to help him fight against his adversary.

With a whoosh, the Holy Traveler activated the teleportation talisman and, using the Entanglement Technique, took Qin Ming with him and left, transforming into a streak of light and disappearing into the horizon.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Ming and he arrived at a place eight hundred miles away.

Neither of them spoke. This was a life-or-death battle, and both were giving it their all, attacking their opponent with everything they could.

A moment later, Qin Ming's body broke once, but was pieced back together.

The Holy Traveler looked solemn. He had just been beheaded by the Nine-Colored Sword Demon, and his head had flown off. However, he was indeed remarkable. In an instant, he used a wonderful technique to merge his remaining body parts and recover.

"Hand over your Golden Thread Technique, and I will depart and cease my fight with you, how about that?" the Holy Traveler said.

Qin Ming said, "You want me to compromise, and then you keep pushing your luck? In a life-or-death struggle, using such rhetoric and tactics shows that you have a guilty conscience."

Clang!
The Holy Traveler unleashed his shimmering purple flying sword, slashing out with celestial light and unleashing a sky full of star-like runes that covered Qin Ming—a terrifying display of power.

Qin Ming suppressed the consequences of wanting to disintegrate and used his spiritual energy field to try to strip away the purple flying sword.

"Ok?"

With a whoosh, the Traveler Civilization, renowned for its speed, managed to snatch the flying sword and retreat in an instant, the moment their mental connection was severed.

Qin Ming's expression was solemn. This speed was truly astonishing. Even if he were at his peak, he would have to push his Chaos Energy to its limit to catch up.

His injuries were too severe, making it difficult for him to unleash many of his trump cards at full power. And with his opponent being so fast, if he couldn't kill him in one strike, the opponent might escape in an instant.

In his current state, he simply cannot catch up.

Qin Ming decided to take the risk.

He used all the gold threads he could to sew himself up; otherwise, in such a high-intensity battle, even if he was extremely careful, he would have already disintegrated.

Moments later, in a fierce battle, blood splattered everywhere. Qin Ming disregarded his physical body and unleashed his golden threads, piercing forward.

In the process, he not only broke apart again, but he also broke even more severely, turning into dozens or even hundreds of pieces.

The Holy Traveler burst forth with a colorful rain of light, as if ascending to immortality. His speed was so great that even the white-haired grandmaster had not fully mastered the speed technique he had learned.

This is one of the highest traditions of the Traveler faction.

The dense golden threads pierced through the void like a streak of light, chasing after him. After one attack missed, they followed up again, teleporting with him several times.

"This..." The Holy Traveler was terrified.

His opponent's ingenious technique was even faster than his own, and in the end, those golden threads pierced him like golden needles.

"Ah..." He was too arrogant, and his spirit was pierced through.

He had previously witnessed the battle between Grandmasters and observed the speed of the golden thread, making the judgment that he could avoid a duel between equals.

However, he was unaware that the gold thread that Yu Gengsheng transformed was an abridged version.

This was a fatal misjudgment. The Holy Traveler tried his best to resolve it and did manage to break some threads, but in the end, he was still completely imprisoned.

He was like an insect, pinned down by a golden needle, unable to move.

Qin Ming's body was scattered all over the ground, pieces here and there. He had really suffered a great loss of energy and sighed inwardly. He had been having a really bad time lately. He had already been blown up once in the Crimson Forest, and today he had been blown up again.

If he hadn't thoroughly studied the "Refining the Body and Uniting with the Dao Scripture," his physical form would have been shattered, and he wouldn't have had the chance to reassemble it.

"Well, recently, after a series of bloody battles with saints from other supreme systems, some of my trump cards aren't as effective anymore. I'm relying on just a few of them to get by."

Qin Ming struggled to activate his adhesive force, gathering his scattered severed limbs and other remains together.

"Once I perfect the fourth realm and break through to the Grandmaster level, and integrate Tathagata Force, Jade Purity Force, Six Control Force, etc., my attack power should increase significantly." He was looking forward to the fifth realm. Although there was the True Form Death Tribulation, it also meant an opportunity for his Chaos Force to transform and reach its peak.

After Qin Ming's body was stitched up again, he picked up the purple-glowing, strange gold sword from the ground. It was about the length of his palm. With just this flying sword, all the losses of the day could be made up. This kind of treasure could not be bought even with gold.

He wielded a sword in his left hand and a saber in his right, both forged from exotic metals, their white and purple gleaming and reflecting each other. He staggered forward, first piercing his opponent's brow, then unleashing a flurry of sword and saber strikes until his opponent was at his weakest.

Afterwards, Qin Ming sat cross-legged to heal his injuries. Soon, his whole body was wrapped in golden threads, like a fairy pupa spinning a cocoon, or like the light of ascension weaving a garment, with golden clouds shining and light rain rising.

……

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, in the sky, after defeating the seventh-realm traveler, the Dog Sword Immortal cursed, "Old Liu made me guard the gate for five hundred years, I accepted it, I tolerated it, but what the hell are you? You dare to say you're keeping me as a guard dog? I'll beat you to death, you dog!"

In the night sky, celestial light surged.

The Dog Sword Immortal slew the seventh-realm traveler, extracted the remaining faint Xuanhuang Qi from his body, and with a gloomy dog ​​face, he could only barely make up for his own losses. This deal was not worth it.

……

He didn't know how much time had passed when Qin Ming suddenly opened his eyes. He sensed someone coming and was on high alert, but he quickly relaxed. It was Tang Yushang.

After the Tang Dynasty recovered, they followed this direction and had the yellow silk umbrella guard Yu Gengsheng.

She found Qin Ming and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was unharmed.

"How are you?" she asked with concern.

Qin Ming said, "I was shattered once, barely managed to defeat my opponent, and need to recuperate."

Tang Yushang was shocked to see the remains of the Holy Traveler pinned to the ground by golden threads. Qin Ming was so exhausted and weakened, yet he had managed to capture this person.

Qin Ming's expression suddenly changed, and he said, "How is Senior Yu? No, I have to go back quickly and sort out the chaotic energy in his body!"

Tang Yushang hesitated slightly, then finally carried him on her back, and then summoned a chain to lock the Holy Traveler's remains, and crossed the night fog to head back.

The black hair brushed against Qin Ming's face, making his cheeks itch and almost causing him to sneeze.

This slender and beautiful figure was quite supple, with a graceful back and a delicate waist, yet it was still strong enough to carry Qin Ming on its back.

Tang Yushang's snow-white neck glowed, and Qin Ming smelled a refreshing fragrance.

He calmed himself down, then practiced the Silk Calligraphy to heal his wounds. His body emitted a faint fragrance, and a vibrant life force was reviving.

It has to be said that the Holy Traveler is really strong. He had been knocked unconscious after being pierced and sealed by Qin Ming, but now he is starting to recover.

The next moment, he was pierced by Qin Ming's golden threads and Tang Yushang's celestial light at the same time, and his consciousness once again tragically fell into unconsciousness.

Soon, Tang Yushang realized something was wrong. Qin Ming's body was hot again, just like before, and the heat was being transmitted to her, making her face flush.

This intense masculine scent is really overpowering.

The next moment, Qin Ming felt dizzy as Tang Yushang grabbed him by the collar and forced him to move.

"No... Great Tang, you really don't consider me a wounded soldier?" Qin Ming protested.

Tang Yushang, with her graceful figure, carried one bag and chained the other, hurrying along, saying, "Let the night breeze cool you down so you can heal your wounds quickly."

Qin Ming asked, "Da Tang, are you feeling unwell?"

"Shut up!" Tang Yushang's face flushed slightly.

"I just want to ask, when we fell together after we were torn to pieces, did I set the broken bones wrong, or anything like that?"

The next moment, Qin Ming was almost thrown into the night sky.

……

Upon returning to the battlefield, Qin Ming immediately extracted the Chaos Energy from Yu Gengsheng to repair his injuries. Fortunately, the Longevity Leaf was present, which stabilized Yu's condition and prevented it from worsening.

Tang Yushang went away again to search for Bai Meng and Pei Shuyan.

Much later, Qin Ming, exhausted, rescued Grandmaster Yu Gengsheng. The old man fell into a peaceful slumber, his body slowly recovering.

In the distance, Bai Meng appeared and shouted, "Brother Ming, I heard you also shattered, and more than once. Are you missing a piece?"

He was found by Tang Yushang, who carried the unconscious Pei Shuyan back.

"Damn it..." Qin Ming wanted to drag his sick body up and beat him up.

However, he still checked himself over and found that he really didn't have any problems.

"Brother Ming, take care!" Bai Meng shouted as he ran over.

Qin Ming was about to clean him up when he discovered that he was covered in blood, which was from Pei Shuyan.

Bai Meng said, "Brother Ming, hurry up and save Brother Pei. I carried him away, but he scattered again. Luckily, I didn't lose anything for him, but he was in excruciating pain and started hitting himself until he passed out."

Half a day later, they set off, searching for the Ancient Fog Gate while interrogating the Holy Traveler, subjecting him to torture and soul-searching.

With a bang, part of the Holy Traveler's body exploded.

He opened his eyes, his gaze chillingly cold, and remained silent.

To prevent him from self-destructing, Qin Ming pierced him with hundreds of needles.

With a "crack," during the soul search, the shattered part of the Holy Traveler's spiritual field revealed the bloody methods he had used on the Immortal Path Grandmaster and his fellow disciples, including Pei Shuyan, all manifested on his own body.

Bai Meng shook the unconscious Pei Shuyan and said, "Lord Pei, wake up. Your great enemy has fallen into our hands."

Old Pei opened his eyes, his consciousness gradually returning. After regaining his senses, he glared and asked, "What...did you call me?"

Bai Meng said, "Don't misunderstand, isn't your secular family a dukedom?"

"Damn it, isn't it the same as 'father-in-law'?" Pei Shuyan felt hurt and wanted to hit him.

Then, Pei Shuyan glared fiercely at the Holy Traveler, took a step forward, and caused the other to lose a section of his body.

The Holy Traveler's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; he was furious beyond measure.

"Don't kill him!" Qin Ming said. He wanted to continue exploring and searching for his memories, but unfortunately, he couldn't touch the core spiritual imprint of this person. There was a restriction there, and it would explode if he went in too far.

Several days later, after passing through multiple layers of fog gates, they finally returned!

At this moment, all forces gathered in the sky, their hearts filled with worry, wondering whether the great war in the outer realms had ended and whether their own camp could emerge victorious.

Now, experts from all walks of life have gathered together in order to prepare for any possible changes that may occur.

The two places are too far apart, and no one is willing to go to the enclave again, so contact has been temporarily cut off, and everyone is waiting for news.

Qin Ming and his group finally returned, but instead of going to the heavens, they went back to Yezhou.

"Hopefully there will be a period of calm, and no more bloodshed will break out."

Two days later, earth-shattering energy fluctuations emanated from the massive chasm, reaching the territory of Yujing.

"The Supreme Blood Battle... is over. Did we win, or will we be wiped out by the forces of the outer realms?!"

(End of this chapter)