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Chapter 662 This shouldn't be happening.

The Black Death Emperor is flying.

It wasn't voluntary, but I have to say he flew pretty fast. With his arms outstretched, leaving a dark trail, he looked just like a black bird spreading its wings.

Then, that ugly, disfigured face crashed headfirst into a mountainside with a deafening roar. The exaggerated landing compressed the surrounding air into visible trails of airflow, the wind pressure thick with the deathly aura of darkness. Dust was whipped up by the force, forming tornadoes of dust.

The ground caved in instantly, cracks spreading outwards. Trees snapped in the wind, and rocks tumbled down the hillside, crashing repeatedly against the Black Death Emperor's head. The black giant's body loomed in and out of sight in the dust, and everything within the dust cloud blurred under the tremors.

"Wow, that's an amazing move."

Zero crossed his arms and followed behind Shen You, nodding slightly as he flew forward.

"Was that telekinesis? No, it wasn't pure telekinesis; it also included a pure energy burst that triggered an impact. By the way, you've trained your telekinesis to be this powerful?"

"No, no, please excuse my poor performance, Young Master Sai. My knowledge of academic subjects is rudimentary; I'm far inferior to you all."

Shen You shook his head and smiled.

"It's just a miracle achieved through sheer force."

That's the truth. Although he didn't slack off in training after leaving the Land of Light, he was never really good at telekinesis. The reason he seemed so powerful was simply because he had so much energy.

Ultraman is inherently this kind of being. When energy reaches a certain level, techniques become less important. Now that he is the embodiment of life, his white light energy is virtually inexhaustible, allowing him to squander it as he pleases. Naturally, every move he makes is capable of destroying the world.

But Black Death Emperor was truly resilient. Normally, even if he survived such a blow, he should at least realize how vast the disparity in strength between the two sides was and consider making a hasty retreat.

But he refused.

Dark energy emanated from the gaps between the rubble and debris, growing stronger and stronger as if struggling to break free. Then, with a deafening roar, the piled-up rocks suddenly shattered, and the pitch-black giant burst forth, slicing through the solid rock as easily as tofu with the black blade in his hand.

"Why? This isn't even your world, why should you care?"

The Black Death Emperor was enraged.

"Life itself is a mistake, utterly meaningless. Its existence is merely accidental."

He shook his head, rallied his spirits, and stepped forward again, raising the sickle high above his head.

"I'm here to correct this mistake!"

"Maybe so."

Shen You stood still, calmly extended another hand, and gently placed his five fingers down.

Another burst of white light erupted. An invisible impact, an unstoppable tidal wave. The Black Death Emperor groaned, once again thrown over by divine power. His massive body lost its balance and fell backward to the ground, tumbling several times. His enormous physique looked like an out-of-control meteorite crashing wildly between the mountains.

Trees and rocks were swept away by the black meteorite; giant trees were snapped in half, and rocks were smashed into pieces. Each tumble was accompanied by billowing dust and flying debris, leaving deep plow marks in the mountains.

"But there's something you haven't realized, neither you nor your apostles have realized. Life itself has no inherent meaning."

He stepped forward, watching as the Black Death Emperor stumbled to his feet and slowly extended his hand once more.

"It is we who give it meaning."

The Black Death Emperor's roar abruptly ceased, as if his throat had been gripped from afar. In fact, at that moment, he seemed to be captured by an unseen force, lifted up by his feet suspended in mid-air.

Shen You slowly moved his arm upwards, and the Black Death Emperor's body rose accordingly. The Black Death Emperor twice attempted to unleash his death aura to break through the seal, but both times he was suppressed by the white light, as if he were shackled and unable to release it.

The power of White Lantern was even stronger than Shen You had initially expected. It seemed that in the original work, at most only people had touched the power of White Lantern and could borrow the authority of life, but no one had ever directly transformed into a representative of life like he is now, so no one had ever developed its full potential.

Therefore, Shen You realized that his previous guess about the white light was too conservative. It was the strongest in the current spectrum, surpassing the black light, and was almost equivalent to the sum of the seven superimposed spectra, or even more.

With a flick of his finger, as if swiping across a screen, the Black Death Emperor, who had been unable to move in mid-air, was flung away like a rag, crashing face-first to the ground with a loud thud.

But with this fall, a ring of pitch-black energy suddenly exploded from the Black Death Emperor's body. The black giant's body seemed to disintegrate as if it had been directly disintegrated, with surging black light bursting out from the inside, and the entire shell seemed to evaporate on the spot.

"Um?"

Shen You immediately noticed something was wrong. The scene looked as if the Black Death Emperor had been smashed to pieces by that slam, but that was far too exaggerated. He was still testing the feel of the sandbag; he was quite certain that this level of force was definitely not enough to kill him.

Golden cicada escapes its shell?

In the blink of an eye, his extraordinary senses detected the fluctuations of death energy. From behind him, the earth shattered, and a new jet-black body emerged, once again transforming into the form of the Black Death Emperor.

At near-face-to-face, the scythe of death once again attempts to reap.

"Stop hiding, intruder!"

The Black Death Emperor roared as he swung his sword. He was addressing the spirits of existence.

"If you've got the guts, come out of that glowing freak and face me!"

But the response from the spirit of existence was a firm rejection, a complete disregard.

Shen You calmly extended one hand.

A silver palm, with utter composure, sealed that spot with a single hand.

The scythe of death fell directly into his palm, carrying the roar of endless undead and the authority of death; the dark tide landed solidly in his hand.

then

And that was the end of it.

As if a stone had sunk into the sea, the Black Death Emperor's earth-shattering blow landed in his hand, but it was like hitting a cotton ball; the power vanished without a trace in an instant.

Black Death Emperor: "!"

The incarnation of death was shocked.

This doesn't make sense, does it?

I'm not a mortal, so don't try to fool me. My spirit of existence isn't that strong.

How come I didn't know?

What happened to the opposition between light and darkness? What happened to the balance between life and death?

What the hell is this supposed to be balanced? How am I supposed to fight this thing?!

Shen You extended his finger and lightly flicked the blade of the Black Death Emperor.

With a clang.

The Grim Reaper's scythe snapped into several pieces, each piece turning into a wisp of black smoke and dissipating upon hitting the ground.

Only the Black Death Emperor remained, staring dumbfounded, clutching the hilt of his sword.

"This shouldn't be happening," the Black Death Emperor muttered to himself, staring at the broken sword in his hand. "Something's not right, something's not right."

Why did he feel that the prophecy of the darkest night shouldn't be like this?

Then Shen You reached out and gently placed his palm on his chest.

With a little effort.

Under the burst of white light, the Black Death Emperor was instantly engulfed and annihilated into nothingness in the radiance.

(End of this chapter)