Beast Taming Patrol Chapter 1589 - 444: The Final Battle (2) (Final Countdown: 6)
Previously on Beast Taming Patrol...
Gui's utter indifference had completely enraged it.
The torment from its myriad severed limbs had pushed the King of Death to the verge of madness.
It detected that the foe facing it also commanded the Path of Death.
Yet it was the King of Death!
"Do you believe you comprehend death?!"
A savage bellow escaped as the King of Death's crimson eyes abruptly disappeared.
The horde of shattered limbs and the putrid dark blood spilled earlier detonated under the King of Death's command, morphing into a vast domain of shadow that stretched across millions of meters.
Countless pairs of blood-red eyes, jagged-toothed maws, endless tentacles and barbs, tangled locks, and sticky secretions drifted through the emptiness, fusing in wild disarray, their sheer multitude almost boundless, instilling a chilling dread in any creature that beheld those gazes.
In that shadowy domain, infinite strands of the Path of Death wove through, as masses of flesh and gore shaped into a colossal jaw that swallowed Gui's enormous claw in an instant, accompanied by the eerie crunch of bones being ground.
In the following instant, the crimson eyes amid the void displayed agony, and the whole murky realm quaked from Gui's counterblow.
Still, the King of Death's condition appeared utterly strange right then, with myriad wails and agonized howls reverberating across the shuddering gloom, while blobs of meat and gore burst apart, spraying foul and sticky liquids all over, serving as decoys that let it endure Gui's assault.
Jaws kept snapping open and shut, releasing a malevolent tone that layered and resounded throughout the area.
"Death represents the supreme terror!"
"Death forms the ultimate horrifying dream!"
"You fail to grasp death!"
As those declarations rang out, the King of Death launched its assault.
The full shadowy domain swiftly shrank, with unfathomable flesh crumbling and compressing, radiating a dense aura of death and an immense murderous vibe, as if set to utterly eradicate Gui.
Even the surrounding space buckled under this horrifying might, fracturing rapidly and reducing the interior to boundless void.
"I don't grasp death?"
Gui gazed at the grotesque flesh surging toward it through the void.
Sensing the overwhelming pressure cloaking its form, the mask on its face shimmered faintly, carrying a hint of nostalgia.
The Tree Venerable's words from their initial encounter echoed in its thoughts.
"Since death arrives inevitably, prolonging existence insults death itself."
"It appears every being in existence dreads death, yearning desperately for just one extra day."
"Yet to me, death ought to shine as beautifully as life; it marks the close of a tale, and closures and starts deserve equal reverence."
Back then, much like Lin Su upon first hearing those lines, it hadn't fathomed them.
Through endless years of insight and its own extended existence, Gui had fully absorbed the Tree Venerable's wisdom long ago.
"The one who fails to grasp death is you."
Gui uttered the words with composure, and right after, the harsh cries of seven crows pierced the air.
The raspy calls of those crows typically foretold doom.
But in this instant, against the King of Death's might, they rang like a melody of salvation.
The Seven Sins of the Owl erupted with the essence of seven vices, where even their residual waves could awaken buried darkness in the soul, yet the fires in their sockets glowed with serenity.
This resulted from Gui harnessing its Path of Death to finally subdue the Path of Sins.
The rainbow flames surged into a raging stream, standing as the sole vivid hue in this bleak realm.
"Death serves as the final haven for every entity, a new abode for all existence." As the principles shuddered and thundered, Gui's declaration struck deep into the King of Death's core.
"Why dread the journey back home?"
With Gui's statement concluding, the rainbow surge ripped through the shadowy realm.
Observing the enormous form convulse wildly, the King of Death's presence slowly fading, Gui experienced a twinge of disappointment.
It had assumed this adversary would prove a worthy rival.
It never anticipated the foe's Path of Death to remain so shallow.
Legends claim the Seven Kings stand as the finest prodigies among the countless strange beasts of the Southern Wasteland Domain, handpicked by the Time Master.
This was their level?
"Allow me to show you the true essence of death!"
Across the battlefield, a pitiful shriek echoed precisely as Gui clashed with the King of Death.
Amid the blue inferno that engulfed half the heavens, the King of Destruction—with its nine distinct savage skulls—was twisting in rage.
Right now, one of its nine terrifying heads had been sliced clean from its neck, the stump eroded by a horrifying energy, leaving even the King of Life's vast restorative abilities powerless to mend it.
The detached head rested on the earth, its expression locked in shock and confusion from the moment of severance.
The ominous power coursing inside triggered swift and alarming changes to its surroundings, as though everything nearby faced total ruin from its leaking essence.
The remaining eight heads of the King of Destruction bore their own wounds too.
At that point, inside the blazing pyre, its other seven heads displayed assorted levels of scorching.
Just the middle head, master of the Path of Destruction, stayed unscathed.
All of this unfolded as the King of Destruction sought to block Tata.
In that precise second, Youyou, who had previously shown restraint, released its complete strength.