The person was chanting a curse, but their hands were wielding the black magic.

Two completely different auras suddenly erupted!

One is the wild, untamed instinct of the heavens and the tyrant, its momentum like crashing waves, carrying an overwhelming domineering force.

The other path is the unfathomable resilience of the dark, like a shadowy tide, like the night shrouding the earth, carrying a profound depth that devours everything.

Beneath the cloaked courtyard, the two merge into the tide of shadows.

The combined momentum was unstoppable, causing the entire area to vibrate and buzz!

Seeing this scene before him, Lu Suo trembled uncontrollably, his chaotic mind constantly searching for a solution.

In the end, only one thought remained: Fuhei must not be allowed to complete this!

Lu Suo raised his voice, almost cracking, and shouted again:

"Such derivation must be similar to chimerism; it definitely takes time!"

"Quickly, while he's still transforming, interrupt his spellcasting!"

Faced with this desperate situation, Pingxing Fuhei had no choice but to make a sudden, desperate attempt, gambling all his hopes on it.

"I will—establish a bond!"

The parallel, dark voices spoke of a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve.

"I will increase the power and speed of this attack by reducing the subsequent output of the Demon Void!"

Having been possessed by the cursed king for a long time, and being influenced by what he saw and heard, he learned too many things he shouldn't have learned while being by the side of the strongest.

"As a personal male servant, it's normal for him to learn how to take out loans!"

In this desperate situation, he didn't hesitate to take out a loan, even though it would deplete his credit score which couldn't be scanned by shared bicycles.

Trade the future for the present, and endure for a breakthrough.

Parallel Fukuro placed all his hopes on this one strike.

He knew he could no longer defeat Fu Hei.

The aura emanating from that man, the sharp edge he had gained after his transformation, made him tremble from the depths of his soul.

Therefore, even if he has to borrow everything, even if he might be completely drained by the backlash from this attack, he must decide the winner at this moment.

Fear and hesitation vanished from Pingxing Fuhei's eyes, replaced by an almost obsessive determination.

"Don't let their father-son bond get the better of you!"

"Ikuso, Moxuro!"

The shouts of the parallel black warriors pierced the battlefield and reached the consciousness of the demon Xu Luo.

In that instant, Mo Xuluo's figure suddenly swelled up!

With the added benefit of being bound, Mo Xuluo flew out at incredible speed, his body spitting out a gap, and he instantly attacked Fu Hei.

The demon-slaying sword was raised high and then brought down.

The sword blade sliced ​​through the air with immense force, heading straight for Fu Hei's head!

The distance between the blade and Fu Hei's body was even more extreme than the previous dodge that only severed a strand of hair; the shadow cast by the blade had already covered half of Fu Hei's face.

"Yes, I will win!"

Seeing the sword tip almost overlap with Fukuro's still incomplete fusion, Fukuro's temper surged, revealing a morbid ecstasy, and he instantly declared victory.

However, what came into view was not the bloody and mangled scene that Hibiki Fukuro had imagined.

A dark shadow flickered beneath the Demon Void Sword, slicing through the air once more.

At the very moment of being severed—

Fuhei completed his fusion with the Ten Shadows.

Daddy Armor, activate!

The ultimate physical strength of the Heavenly Tyrant surged into Fu Hei's body like a tidal wave.

His bones hummed, his senses sharpened in an instant, and the flow of the world seemed to slow abruptly in his perception.

The wind grew slow and drawn out, the dust floating in the air was clearly visible, and the trajectory of the Demon Void Sword was like a slow-motion film, every frame crystal clear.

The trajectory of that sword strike was clearly visible and obvious.

Fuhei even had time to observe the almost solidified ecstasy on Pingxing Fuhei's face, and time to feel the surging power within his body cheering.

His figure glided along the path of the sword like flowing water; the sure-fire strike only sliced ​​through the air, leaving a deep sword mark on the ground.

Excuse me, could you please let me pass?

With the physical attributes of Tianyu Tyrant, the added bonus of his domain, and Fuhei's high curse power, he transformed into a black afterimage within the domain, so fast that even Moxu Luo's vision could not lock onto his location.

"It's time to end this childish game!"

Feeling the new power surging within him, Fu Hei paused, bent his feet, and once again assumed a jab stance.

With his center of gravity lowered and his back straightened like a fully drawn bowstring, his gaze was fixed on Mo Xuluo, who had fallen several body lengths behind and was still relentlessly pursuing him.

The pale figure, seemingly bursting from a broken chest, fiercely met the sharp edge that Fu Hei had once again gathered at the tip of his fist.

"Dad."

"For me."

"Use Black Flash on him!!!"