The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

"Whoosh!"

The lie lay hidden behind a cracked black rock, its chest heaving, its mouth filled with the taste of rust.

He braced himself on the ground with one hand and pressed the other to his brow, where the burning pain from the burning of his primal energy still lingered.

That feeling was awful, like someone was stabbing my brain with red-hot needles.

After a moment of mental confusion, he used his right hand to support himself on the ground, forcing himself to stand up.

His face showed a look of relief: "At least I'm still alive."

"Just being alive is enough, just being alive is enough."

The lie looked up and glanced behind it.

The black mist in the distance had disappeared, leaving only ravines dug by chains, gleaming black against the ground.

That's right, he returned to the place where the battle had just taken place.

They pretended to leave, but actually took a detour back.

"The most dangerous place is often the safest place. Desire would never have imagined I'd dare come back, hehehe!"

Thinking of this, Lie chuckled, but the upturned corners of his mouth aggravated his injury, causing him to wince in pain.

Lie reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. After wiping it, he looked down and saw that his fingertips were covered in red blood.

"What a huge loss!"

Lie gritted his teeth, his face twitching twice.

"Damn it! This time, in order to escape, I burned off a huge amount of my essence."

"It will take several years to recover."

Several years is nothing compared to a period of seclusion in normal times, but what time is it now?

The player has entered.

The Western Regions were in complete chaos.

No, it's not just the Western Regions; before long, the entire Netherworld will be plunged into the fear of being dominated by players.

Losing combat strength at this critical juncture is a sign of weakness before the battle even begins.

The more he thought about the lie, the more frustrated he became, and he squeezed the boulder he was holding, leaving a fingerprint on it.

"Damn it, if I had known that guy was hibernating here, I would have been more careful."

It was really frustrating to encounter this as soon as I arrived.

Fortunately, I did find my desire.

Desire is not as lifeless as rumored.

This is the best news.

Lie leaned against the black stone, panting for a while, before pulling out a cracked piece of jade from his pocket.

There was a faint point of light on the jade piece, which was intermittently moving closer to this side.

He stared at the spot of light for a few moments before his tense face relaxed a little.

"Shadow isn't dead either."

Not long after he finished speaking, a shadow on the ground in front of him began to twist.

The shadow first emerged from the crack in the rock, then rolled upwards like a wad of black cloth soaked in water, and finally barely coalesced into a human shape.

As soon as the shadow steadied itself, it bent forward.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

The black shadow was mixed with red blood, and tiny bubbles rose as it landed.

The shadow's aura descended, its edges flickering between light and shadow, nearly dissipating several times.

A powerful king-level expert, the most adept escape artist in the Western Regions, now looked worse than a beggar who had been chased by a dog for three blocks.

The lie looked at him, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

He had intended to complain, but when his eyes swept over the pitiful state of the shadow, the resentment in his heart suddenly lessened considerably.

People are afraid of bad luck, even more afraid of being unlucky themselves, and most afraid of being the only one who is unlucky.

Once someone around you is even more unlucky, most of your resentment will instantly disappear.

He coughed, feigning extreme discomfort, and asked, "Are you alright?"

The shadow looked up at him, its eyes blazing with barely suppressed anger.

"Screw you!"

He stepped forward, pointed at Lie's nose, and yelled, "What the hell do you want? Those players have already arrived in the Netherworld! You're not even going to join forces with us to drive them out!"

"And you, of all people, led me to this godforsaken place, and not only that, you woke up that ancestor!"

Shadow grew angrier as he spoke, and another mouthful of blood rose in his chest, which he swallowed back down.

"We're both injured like this now, so what do you suggest we do next? Use our faces to block the players? Or are you planning to talk them home?"

The lie was scolded until his face turned pale and then red.

Normally, if anyone dared to speak to him like that, he would have already tricked their ancestors into crawling out of their graves and lining up to apologize.

But right now, he really can't lash out.

Firstly, what the shadow said was true.

Secondly, he was in pain too.

Thirdly, Shadow was indeed tricked quite badly by him.

Lies raised his hand and pressed it down: "Alright, stop shouting. If you shout again, the players won't come back, but Desire will."

The shadow said coldly, "So you know what fear is?"

Lie: "Of course! If I wasn't afraid, why would I have run so fast?"

Lies helped Black Stone to his feet, his voice lowered: "Being injured is better than dying. Think about it carefully, did we lose out on this trip?"

The shadow stared at him without saying a word.

The lie stretched out a finger and pointed in the direction where the black mist disappeared in the distance.

"Finding your desire is good news."

"The only thing I can think of that can deal with those players is desire."

The shadow's eyes flickered.

The lie pressed on: "You know how wicked those players are; they can revive even after they die."

"Don't underestimate them just because they're not very strong. There are experts among them. I'm not kidding. Even you or I would die in front of one of their experts!"

"But desires are different."

"He has undergone three rebirths, making him arguably the number one being in the Netherworld. He also controls the power of desire, feeds on lust, and manipulates people's hearts."

"It can be said that the power of desire is inherently superior to any group that relies on numbers."

"No matter how difficult those players are, as long as they still have greed, fear, and desires in their hearts, they can't escape the trap of desire."

The shadow fell silent.

He certainly knew how terrible desire could be.

The monster that has undergone three rebirths is not even on the same level as them.

Lies, seeing the shadow, remained silent, then smiled again: "Don't just focus on how we got beaten up. From another perspective, we also tested his attitude."

Shadow gave a forced smile: "Attitude? He almost twisted my head off, is that what you call attitude?"

"yes."

The lie nodded solemnly: "At least it proves that the rumors are false, Lord Desire is still alive, and his injuries have almost healed."

The shadow laughed in exasperation: "So what? What do you want to do?"

Lie dusted off his sleeves, then tucked them behind his back, trying to project an air of superiority.

"My success today has little to do with strength; it's all thanks to three things."

Shadow frowned: "Which three?"

The lie raised its chin: "First, be persistent; second, be shameless; third, be persistently shameless."

shadow:"......"

The lie was accompanied by a faint smile: "I can't do anything to those players, but there's always someone who can."

"If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up."

"We just need to lie low and wait for things to settle down."

"As for what to do in the future, we'll talk about that later. All I know is that only by living can I have the right to talk about the future."

"So, as long as you shamelessly persist in hiding your true nature, there's no obstacle in this world you can't overcome!"

The shadow stared at him: "Aren't you afraid that when your desire returns, it will kill us first?"

The lie waved its hand dismissively: "I'm scared, that's why I have to lie."