Beast Taming Patrol Chapter 1601 448: Final Battle (Conclusion) (Double-Length, Countdown to Finale: 2) (Part 2)

Though it had released its fixation on the water spirit, the water spirit suddenly manifested right at that instant.

The moment it showed up, creatures across the Endless Sea yearned for and revered the water spirit, elevating it to their sacred faith.

This fresh sight once again kindled the fury and resentment buried in the King of the Sea's core.

How could this water spirit, absent during its darkest hours of despair and helplessness, now command the devotion of all Endless Sea beings?

It yearned to shatter everything; it craved to unveil the water spirit's false facade!

Therefore, facing Lanlan, it brimmed with such profound malice.

Lanlan watched the visions unfolding in the void, staying utterly quiet.

Its eyes grew intricate with emotion, before it whispered gently.

"So it was you."

Memories flooded back of a playful young spirit from one reincarnation cycle.

That one was a water element spirit too.

After escorting Lin Su and the other five young ones away in that reincarnation cycle, Lanlan turned its full attention to the Endless Sea.

It dedicated itself to protecting every life in the Endless Sea, persevering through endless ages.

In those times, it rescued a certain water element spirit.

That water element spirit brimmed with admiration and longing toward it, stubbornly wishing to trail Lanlan in safeguarding the Endless Sea side by side.

Unable to turn it away, Lanlan journeyed alongside for a stretch, and noting its passion to grasp the vow of the sea's rule, Lanlan offered instruction without reserve.

Eventually they separated, and from that point, Lanlan never encountered that young one again.

Not until Lanlan left the reincarnation world and revived on Blue Star.

Maybe because this water element spirit absorbed the vow of the sea's rule that Lanlan had spread in the godly martial sea, or for some other reason, it lacked reincarnation cycle memories. Yet a century prior, even before Lanlan's existence, it held fragments of recollections concerning the water spirit.

As a result, its views carried prejudice, wrongly deeming the water spirit timid for failing to protect it, birthing hatred and radical zeal.

Lanlan reached out slowly, caressing the biggest Water Bubble right before it.

Within that Water Bubble, the King of the Sea's phantom image surfaced.

"Sorry, I came late."

Lanlan murmured softly.

With each bubble bursting apart, the King of the Sea's grudge slowly faded away.

At last, when the grandest bubble exploded, its rules dispersed across the realm.

The King of the Sea, fallen!

Meanwhile, Guigui's clash with the King of Death wrapped up simultaneously.

The Hell of Torment gripped in Guigui's grasp morphed into a jet-black scythe that could obliterate anything beneath the skies, slamming down with unmatched ferocity.

Guigui's rule imprints surged within, unleashing an infinite, horrifying force.

The very next instant, that scythe struck the enormous, eerie, beyond-description shape of the King of Death.

The King of Death, its strength drained to the brink, lacked any way to fend off this devastating strike, getting split clean in half instantly by the razor-sharp scythe.

Its life force vanished in a blink back to perpetual gloom and oblivion, its strength melted into nothingness, and its awareness too seemed to sink into quietude right then.

In its dying breath, the King of Death sensed a profound serenity.

Like slipping into a cozy hug, stepping toward fate's closure, ending its long path.

"So, this is death..."

Across the King of Death's colossal frame, myriad grotesque, warped eyes quietly shut one after another.

In the end, just the pair on its spectral face lingered.

Its whole history raced through its thoughts like a spinning lantern.

It originated in a savage world of survival of the fittest.

From its earliest recollections, weakness brought endless torment, not even its own parents offering any kindness.

Back then, every day drowned in terror and shadow, barely clinging to life amid nonstop starvation and brutal injuries.

True warmth had always eluded it.

It wore a facade of obedience, while inside, insanity and perversion swelled relentlessly.

Until during the leader phase it began sensing rules, the King of Death's warped emotions crystallized into its Death Rule.

It surged to immense power, plunging even further into abyssal dark.

It wiped out its kin and later caught the Time Master's eye, rising as one of that master's mightiest followers.

To its shock, the inaugural taste of warmth came in the very death it dreaded most in life, the same death that terrified myriad beings.

The frenzy and savagery in the King of Death's gaze melted away.

In its final instants, a genuine smile graced its features.

"I seem to finally understand what death is."

"Thank you..."

As the words trailed off, the King of Death's countenance and immense form crumbled into Tribulation Ash, scattering into the wind.

Its rules crumbled in a flash.

The King of Death, fallen!

"You're welcome." Guigui's mask shimmered faintly.

The Hell of Torment clutched in its talon shifted back to a full world, its crushing murderous aura easing at that juncture.

With a mere thought, Guigui directed its sight elsewhere.

In the fray visible to Guigui, Yingying's duel with the Dragon King approached conclusion too.

Enveloped by the No-Life Killing Formation secret art brewed over a century, crimson patterns now cloaked Yingying.

These patterns writhed like alive entities, gliding across the indestructible dragon scales, radiating captivating glows.

Their fusion granted Yingying tremendous, boundless strength.

Conversely, the Dragon King's aura proved no less impressive.

Every second, Bloodline Power poured from its gigantic, fearsome bulk into the world, streaming into myriad beasts and triggering their dragon evolutions.