Mountains and rivers have no memory

This is a world shrouded in darkness.
The spreading Black Fog corrodes every living creature.
The only protection for humanity lies in fire.
But as the dark Epoch approached, the fires slowly extinguished.
Countless strong Kingdoms became dens for Dark Monsters, humans lost contact with each other, and survivors trembled in the faint solitary light.
Until Rod came to this world.
"Damn, what's this cow and horse stuff, is it edible?"
"This Soul, it's delicious."
"As long as the will of fire remains unextinguished, I believe, one day, humanity will once again illuminate this world and burn all spectral vermin to ashes."
"Even if I'm mired in darkness, bearing the Dream Realm, I can still support this world!"
"We've won!"
——
The world is about to fall, the Abyss looms at our side.
And I will raise this Unique flame to light up the world.
Yes, I am the last King of Darkness.
But...
Hello? Anyone, save me.

The Last King Of Darkness

But Rod merely raised his hand lightly and effortlessly blocked the punch.


At the moment when fist and palm collided, it was like lightning striking in mid-air, causing a violent storm to spread around, cracking the earth itself with an incredible force.


Within the Red Giant God, Rod smiled faintly.


His five fingers tightened and he pulled hard.


A section of the black mist symbiote's arm was forcibly torn off, spraying large amounts of black substance all over the ground.


Ye Feng's jaw dropped in shock; he had fought alongside Rod at Death Ridge, but had never seen Rod possess such immense power. Even back during the final explosive stage, exhibiting such unfathomable burst power had cost him dearly—almost leading to death. Archbishop Horus had struggled to save him, taking a long time to recover in Star Ring Town.


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