Three hundred thirty-seven. End

There was no excitement from victory, only weariness that filled both body and soul.

Lu Li looked toward the regathered Human-faced Bug Swarm, feeling their emotions, and loosened his tightly clenched hand from Sequence 1.

Sequence 1 floated in front of Lu Li, its silver-coated barrel and the three fully blossomed roses elegant and beautiful.

The remaining Human-faced Bugs hesitated not and charged toward Sequence 1, seeking release for their souls.

A faint vortex formed in front of him, with Lu Li's black hair flowing with the viscous deep-sea currents, and his black eyes slightly narrowed in quiet anticipation.

Without farewell or delay, the last Human-faced Worm collided with the Spirit-Calling Gun, dissipating into nothingness.

The surging flow of water stilled, and the viscous deep-sea returned to tranquility.

Lu Li had no more reason to stay here.