Beast Taming Patrol Chapter 1603 448: The Final Battle (Conclusion) (Double-Length, Finale Countdown: 2)

After losing eight heads one after another, the King of Destruction had reached its breaking point.

In horror, it stared at the oncoming Youyou, eyes brimming with despair, as it dawned on it that its earlier urge to swallow the foe had become a complete farce.

"It's over!"

The next instant, Youyou unleashed a crisp phoenix cry and sliced off the King of Destruction's final head with blinding speed.

Endless gray flames rocketed upward, ravaging the skies and fully consuming the King of Destruction's body.

Wrapped and detonated by the Path of Shattering, the King of Destruction's form and its core principles broke apart swiftly, morphing into Gray Fire Wood before charring into Tribulation Ash.

The King of Destruction, fallen!

Encircled by the True Phoenix Flame churning through heaven and earth, Youyou—now reverted to War Spirit Form—advanced step by step, lance clutched firmly, the chill on its face easing into composure.

As the True Phoenix Flame fully retreated back into Youyou's body, Tata, standing at the Northern Divine Region's core, finished its incantation.

The whole void shuddered the moment the chant concluded.

A melody seemed to spring from the void, responding to Tata's call.

This tune evoked deep mourning, steeped in timeless hush, like a requiem for a crumbling world.

It looked plain on the surface but concealed supreme destructive might.

Faced with this dread force, utter despair and grief etched across the King of Life's features.

Unable to summon aid—held off by fellow mythic ranks—it met this dirge instead.

Divine Court Sacrificial Song, Chapter Nine—Mourning!

Boundless and surging like infinite life essence, it withered beyond recovery beneath the Song of Mourning in that instant.

The King of Life's ever-lush green leaves yellowed rapidly and drifted down.

Its robust limbs also radiated deathly stillness amid decaying quiet.

With the Song of Mourning foretelling all ends, it breathed its last.

The King of Life's look locked forever in despair.

That despair mingled with a touch of bewilderment.

Even in its final moments, it couldn't fathom how a healer-type like Yin Venerate commanded such lethal power.

The King of Life, fallen!

Tata's grave expression lightened into delight as it scratched its head and let out a chuckle.

Solo, without allies' aid, it had felled a mythic rank using only its own strength!

"Haha, these little fellows."

While casually dominating the King of Space, Rong Venerate grinned.

"Their battle is over, ours should end too."

At those words, Rong Venerate's myriad roots yanked free from the quaking void before replanting firmly.

Arcane runes glimmered along the void-rooted tendrils, instantly forging a colossal spatial Formation.

The Formation clamped down on the universe in a heartbeat, locking the King of Space inside.

As boundless panic gripped the King of Space, Rong Venerate's branches whipped toward every attempted escape route.

Each limb shimmered with faint mini-worlds, wielding power as steadfast as cosmic tides, evoking world-shattering collisions that could raze the heavens!

"I was forced! I surrender!"

Beneath that overwhelming majesty, the King of Space shrieked in fright.

It witnessed Qiuqiu emerging from the time river and sensed the Time Master's bindings on its form had fully vanished, leaving its power intact.

Newly gained the freedom it had craved forever, it harbored no wish to clash with such a horrifying Rong Venerate.

Still, the branches swelling in its vision gave no quarter.

In the following moment, a deafening boom rocked the divine martial realm as Rong Venerate's branches pulverized the King of Space and the sealed cosmos alike.

A million-meter chasm of terror scarred the void.

The King of Space, fallen!

"Now wanting to surrender, it seems a bit too late."

Rong Venerate scoffed, mending the rift with a casual branch sweep before turning toward the watchful Xie Venerate.

This unexpected arrival, beyond the six young ones and boasting an 800-plus-year ascent to mythic rank, ignited its intrigue.

"I am Rong Venerate, how should I address you?"

"Xie Venerate." A hint of smile was in Xie Venerate's eyes.

"Xie Venerate, huh…" Rong Venerate nodded slightly, then looked toward the six little ones on the other side, its face turned solemn, "If we join forces, we should be able to resurrect all beings fallen in this battle."

The faces of the six little ones became equally serious.

This clash had taken countless lives; revival must happen swiftly.

Achieving mythic rank granted the six little ones resurrection abilities, but varying core principles led to diverse techniques and skill levels.

For instance, Tata, wielding the Retrospective Rule, could revive far more readily than other mythic ranks.

"I'll do it!"

Aware it led the resurrection effort, Tata stepped forward with zeal.

It drove the Magic Wand deep into the Northern Divine Region's heart, unleashing the immense Path of Retrospection that radiated outward from the wand, blanketing the entire region instantly.

Remnants of the deceased flickered into view then, on the verge of revival beneath the mighty Retrospective Rule.

At this moment, Tata paused slightly.

It turned to look at the other seven mythic ranks, "Um..."