Chapter 405: The First Strike's Harvest!!!_3

Subconsciously, Yi seemed to think this thing was no longer useful.

But... he didn't think so.

In terms of lifespan, among the myriad gods, who could live longer than Yi,

Tuberculosis Rabbit glanced at Sword Without End beside him, the corners of his eyes twitching slightly, and he remained silent. The more his memories recovered, the harder it became for him to look Sword Without End in the eye.

Who would have expected it?

Here was someone who appeared all over the place, spending his days playing Russian Roulette, yet he was once an infamous figure that could silence crying children just by mentioning his name.

And in the dreams.

The mountain belonging to Sword Without End, which he faced, seemed to have shown some activity recently, looking as if it were about to awaken.

"Sigh."

All of a sudden, Tuberculosis Rabbit let out a sigh, his hand casually placed behind his back as he gazed at an angle into the sky, silent and unspoken, for the decisive battle was drawing near.