The Last King Of Darkness

Chapter 1704 - 792: Annihilation

The Shadow of Blood God began to collapse. Countless Black Fog burst out like bombs, instantly flooding the entire sewer.

Rod had never seen the Quantization of Black Fog so clearly before—the surging darkness was like being soaked by invisible ripples of water, vanishing into the air. On this, he had already summed up a law: whenever materialized Black Fog collapses, Quantization will inevitably occur.

"Black Fog... is it also a kind of Source Law?" Rod suddenly asked.

Quantization is the process of tangible matter transforming into the intangible. But where the intangible Black Fog goes, there has been no conclusion to this day. Some believe it lurks in the underlying strata of the universe, permeating the Three Realms; some believe it returns to the Void, thus the Quantization of Black Fog is also called "Source Returning to the Void"; others believe it sinks into the Sea of Source, since all formless Source Laws dwell within the Sea of Source.

The Book of Knowledge shook slightly. "No one can be certain what its essence is. This has been the ultimate question that countless beings have pursued for tens of millions of years. Perhaps, once we find its origin, we will know what it truly is."

Rod nodded. He had only asked in passing; all his attention was focused on the collapsing Shadow of Blood God.

Asa was already fully focused and ready.

This time, they absolutely could not let Ark escape.

In his perception, that vast Spiritual Energy was rapidly dissipating, the overbearing Source Laws also fading into the air. Ark let out a horrifying scream, exhausting all his strength to salvage the collapsing Shadow of Blood God, calling out to the Divine Envoy who was already silent.

But all his efforts were in vain. In the blink of an eye, all the Black Fog completely dispersed, and the Divine Envoy did not appear.

The Black Fog that had settled in this Divine City for tens of millions of years, under his efforts, completely dissipated at this very moment.

"No, this is impossible! Black Fog is the fate that must arrive, I cannot fail! How could I possibly fail!"

Amid the shrill screams, Rod’s figure was dyed with a thin mist. In the blink of an eye, Space shifted; Spiritual Light flashed all around; the Space was ashen and vast, semi-transparent substance flowing around his body.

He had already entered the Spirit Realm. With a backhanded grasp, he seized a clump of semi-transparent jelly.

"Ark, did you think you could get away like this?"

The semi-transparent jelly jerked around, actually taking on a humanoid shape. His voice was filled with terror. "Y-you, how did you find me?"

Rod laughed. "Did you think I’m some mentally handicapped idiot who’d be fooled by your Shadow? Or did you think only you can enter the Spirit Realm, and I can’t get in?"

Asa suddenly drilled out from his arm, using Rod’s Soul as a medium to launch an Evil Thought War against Ark.

The semi-transparent jelly immediately sloughed away, revealing a mass of gray, turbid dense fog.

Ark’s voice instantly became distorted. "You... Traitor!"

Asa cackled wildly. "Ark, your fate is over. Next up is the performance time of the great Devourer King of Feces! No one can stop the Master, no one! Not even the Supreme Will! Not even the Black Fog!"

All his Soul Power erupted at this moment. This was a clash of Soul essence itself—unrelated to Spiritual Energy, unrelated to Source Laws, and unrelated to feces. It was the purest contest of Evil Thoughts.

Asa’s original Soul Strength was far inferior to Ark’s, but ever since he followed Rod, he had devoured countless Evil Thoughts and had even torn off a portion of Ark’s Soul.

Now, his Soul Strength was already almost equal to Ark’s.

"Hahahahaha! I’ve waited so long for this moment, Ark! This hatred of tens of millions of years must end here! Arrogant wraith, you will become my nourishment, and I am the fated King of Evil Thoughts!"

The slaughter within the Souls flared into white heat in an instant. Ark was shocked to discover that Asa’s power was actually this Strong, far stronger than he had anticipated. Even his Soul, enhanced by the Supreme Will Envoy, was struggling to hold out.

"You Traitor! The Supreme Will will destroy your Soul, and together with your master—that disgusting, lowly King of Feces—you will never become the Supreme God of the new world!"

Asa sneered. "You stupid lapdog, your mind has already been imprisoned by the Supreme Will. You can’t even imagine what a world ruled by feces would be like. With your limited intellect, why don’t you try to freely think about this: why, when there are tens of thousands of kinds of food as the Origin of Life, does everything that comes out the other end look the same?"

Asa let out a sharp, manic laugh. He was already intoxicated with his own greatness and couldn’t wait to shout out the answer.

"Isn’t this precisely showing that feces is the Origin of Life that contains all things? Therefore, feces is Life, is all things, is order, is low entropy, is the Miracle of all miracles! Do you understand now why I would betray the Supreme Will and betray the Black Fog camp? It’s because Black Fog doesn’t poop. In a world ruled by Black Fog, there is no feces. Such an evil, twisted thing cannot exist eternally; it is destined to be destroyed! And I, as your Unique Traitor, will enjoy the fruits of Victory alone! Hahahahahahaha!"

Amid his wild laughter, Asa’s assault grew even more ferocious. The connection broke through the outer and inner layers of Ark’s Soul, driving straight at his Soul core.

Ark cried out in terror, "Y-you... you’re actually the Devourer King of Feces!"

Asa bared his teeth in a vicious grin. "You’re only realizing that now? Too late!"

"H-how is that possible? If you are the Devourer King of Feces, then what is he? And that echo of Spirit in the Void—who arranged that?"