The King of Black Fog

Chapter 1328 583: Past_2

"But I believe, even if [Saint of Yesteryear] were to confront us, we can fight our way through. Everyone, do not underestimate yourselves, we have descendants of Saints, ancient powers, unparalleled geniuses, and countless wondrous techniques. We are the strongest group below Saints since ancient times!"

"That's right, Saints are powerful, but in the Semi-Saint realm, no one can withstand our combined force!"

Even if the [Saint of Yesteryear] in front of him was his former self, Li Changzhou agreed with the others — in a direct confrontation, the Transcendance Tribulation Stage [Yesteryear] was not their opponent.

"Let's move." The Corpse Bone Gene urged once more.

He felt uneasy.

That extraordinary 'Black Bone' was hidden in the Death Realm by him; it was both a treasure concealment and borne out of fear—worried about unexpected incidents if kept close.

The Death Realm could resist one summoning, but could it withstand a second, or even a third time?

Everyone else also felt it was time to act.

Heavenly Will is vast and mighty.

"Let's go together." Demon Lord took a step forward.

"Wait!" True Dragon said, "Let me handle the Saint of the Tribulation Stage alone."

Demon Lord remained silent.

The Semi-Saints either sneered, remained silent, or admired, but none stopped him.

True Dragon stepped forward and erupted at once.

People, Gods, Immortals, Monsters, Demons, Ghosts, the ancestors of preaching and the power of the initial five Saints, all surged into his spine.

The Azure Dragon broke free from the human body halfway, and an unmatched mighty force descended, beyond the Holy Road, the Void turned into chaos.

And then, even the chaos was split by the fist light.

"Holy Dragon Fist!"

True Dragon unleashed this world-destroying, full-power punch.

Facing this punch, [Saint of Yesteryear] took a step forward.

"Boom!"

True Dragon shattered, and the spine Azure Dragon lay limply on the Holy Road.

All the Semi-Saints were stunned.

"...What is, going on?" The one who spoke trembled.

Li Changzhou felt a chill run down his spine, and Turquoise Pool couldn't help but move closer to him.

[Yesteryear] muttered, "Failed, did someone sabotage my plan, or did I change the plan myself."

"[Yesteryear]..." flickered violently, "Does it mean you can return to the yesteryears?"

"Time?"

"Time alone cannot achieve that!"

Time is only part of the will of the world, wanting the universe to return to the past requires the cooperation of boundless Heavenly Will.

"It's not as exaggerated as you think; only part of the region can return to the yesteryears." Self-muttered [Yesteryear] glanced over, his face still a chaotic light and shadow.

He said, "Creation is too difficult, even for me, I can only think of defeat first and put myself in an invincible position."

Putting oneself in an invincible position... Some of the Semi-Saints felt despair.

"Wait!" True Dragon reassembled, his face unpleasant, thinking he was powerful yet being trampled twice.

The first time was forgivable, [Yesteryear] at least tried to make amends, but this time, [Yesteryear] did not regard him at all.

"Saints are supreme, but you are not yet a Saint!" True Dragon said deeply, "Not a Saint, yet you're thinking of Creation? I don't believe it!"

Saints are too strong.

Compared to them, all Semi-Saints were worlds apart, under such circumstances, it was impossible for any Semi-Saint to cross the Saint stage and delve into Creation.

Previously unnoticed by everyone, now hearing True Dragon's words, they also found it unusual.

"Could it be that the Holy Technique for summoning soul bones succeeded partially?" seemed to murmur to himself, or as if inquiring.

Only if [Yesteryear] returned to the Saint Realm could he speak of Creation as a goal.

[Yesteryear] chuckled: "No wonder you chose me as an opponent, it turns out you don't understand at all."

"Please guide us, Saint!" The Grand Princess said respectfully.

"I have dug up a [Saint]'s tomb, killed in a [God]'s Holy Court, guided [Demon] along the broken road of Creation, killed [Immortals], [Monsters][Ghosts] submitted, I have become a Saint multiple times, and personally trained others to become Saints, I have no name or surname, they all call me—

"[Black Hand]."

"Impossible!" The crowd nearly went mad.

The [Saint of Yesteryear] turned out to be [Saint·Black Hand] the Black Hand!

One of the choices they desperately avoided had still appeared before them!

Three thousand Semi-Saints gazed at [Yesteryear], their faces filled with suspicion and even fear, while [Yesteryear] seemed to be observing them.

"Step forward yourself." He suddenly said.

The crowd was stunned, not understanding what [Yesteryear] was talking about.

"I, step forward." [Yesteryear] said, "I'll handle the rest for you."

What does it mean?

Despite being Semi-Saints, the three thousand mighty ones were now startled and jumpy, like ordinary people with poor emotional management.

The truth was too horrifying, if their understanding was correct, [Yesteryear] meant: [Saint·Black Hand] was among the three thousand Semi-Saints!

An existence called [Black Hand] by the Saint was lurking within the players!

The terror of the Saint had never been as real as this moment, everyone felt as if a pair of eyes were staring at them from behind.

The chaos light and shadow swayed slightly, [Yesteryear] seemed to furrow his brow.

"Has the memory completely disappeared, or is it an intuitive half-recognition, afraid to acknowledge me?" [Yesteryear] muttered to himself.

"I'll assume there's a memory issue, if you're worried about being targeted, I can tell you, the three thousand Semi-Saints, I can still suppress them.

"I ask you to step out, simply to avoid injuring myself by mistake, I help you eliminate all competitors here."

[Yesteryear] waited for a moment, but no one answered.

Three thousand Semi-Saints, regardless of their previous relationships, silently distanced themselves, except for Li Changzhou and Turquoise Pool.

"Did something unexpected truly occur, or do you not need my help?" [Yesteryear] laughed, "Never mind, I trust my own decisions."

He no longer looked at them.

[Yesteryear] gazed beyond the Holy Road, into the depths of the starry sky, observing the chaos there.