"Where are you going?" Oda Mai, who had been silent all this time, finally couldn't help but ask.
"There are 22 seconds left of Lao Mo's 'Fierce Battle to the Death,'" Yi Lin seemed able to see through the future, accurately reporting the time Mo Ren Di and Ares's battle would end: "I'm going to end it all."
After speaking, Yi Lin paused for a moment and nodded confidently:
"Everything."
...
...
Yi Lin arrived at the battlefield.
On the battlefield.
The sunlight fell, dispelling all the gloom and unease.
In the center of the land, Mo Ren Di was covered in blood, his hands crossed in front of him.
At the crossing, Ares looked at his own sword in surprise.
The bones in both of Mo Ren Di's arms were shattered, only flesh holding them together, and he and Ares were sunk hundreds of meters into the ground.
He had blocked that sword.
Clap, clap, clap.
At some point, Yi Lin sat in midair, clapping and smiling: "Old friend, had enough fun?"
