Beast Taming Patrol Chapter 1589 - 444: The Final Battle (2) (Final Countdown: 6)
Previously on Beast Taming Patrol...
Gui's utter indifference had completely enraged it.
The King of Death was pushed to the brink of madness by the torment from its numerous shattered limbs.
It detected that the foe standing before it also commanded the Path of Death.
Yet it was the King of Death itself!
"Do you think you comprehend death?!"
A thunderous bellow escaped it, and the King of Death's crimson eyes vanished in an instant.
The myriad fractured arms and the disgusting black blood spilled earlier abruptly detonated under the King of Death's command, morphing into a vast domain of shadows that stretched across millions of meters.
Countless pairs of blood-red eyes, jaws lined with razor fangs, endless tentacles and barbs, tangled locks, and sticky secretions drifted through the emptiness, fusing in a disordered fashion, their quantity seemingly boundless, instilling a chilling dread in any creature that beheld those gazes.
In that shadowy domain, infinite Paths of Death permeated the air, as masses of flesh and gore shaped a colossal maw that swiftly engulfed the enormous claw Gui thrust forward, accompanied by a spine-chilling crunch of grinding bones.
In the following instant, the crimson eyes amid the void displayed agony, and the whole dark realm quaked from Gui's blow.
Still, the King of Death's condition appeared utterly strange right then, with innumerable wails and agonized howls reverberating through the shuddering shadows, as blobs of meat and blood burst apart, spraying foul and nauseating liquids in all directions, serving as proxies to endure Gui's assault.
Jaws kept parting and snapping shut, releasing a malevolent tone that layered and resounded across the expanse.
"Death is the greatest terror!"
"Death is the most horrifying dream!"
"You do not grasp death!"
As those declarations rang out, the King of Death launched its assault.
The full extent of the shadowy domain swiftly shrank, with unnameable tissues crumbling and compressing, radiating a dense aura of demise and an overwhelming murderous vibe, as if intent on utterly erasing Gui.
Even the fabric of space buckled under this horrifying might, fracturing rapidly and reducing the interior to boundless void.
"I don’t understand death?"
Gui gazed at the indescribable mass of flesh hurtling closer through the void.
Sensing the overwhelming force cloaking its form, the mask on Gui shimmered faintly, carrying a hint of nostalgia.
The Tree Venerable's words from their initial encounter echoed in its thoughts.
"Since death is inevitable, prolonging existence mocks death itself."
"It appears that every being fears death, craving just one extra day of survival."
"Yet to me, death ought to shine as beautifully as life; it marks a tale's conclusion, and closings and openings deserve equal reverence."
Back then, much like Lin Su upon first hearing them, Gui hadn't grasped the meaning.
Through eons of insight and its own extended existence, Gui had fully internalized the Tree Venerable's wisdom.
"The one who fails to grasp death is you."
Gui uttered the words with composure, and right after, the harsh cries of seven crows pierced the air.
The raspy calls of those crows were meant to foretell doom.
But now, against the King of Death's might, they rang like a melody of salvation.
The Seven Sins of the Owl erupted with the essence of seven sins, where even the echoes could awaken buried vices in the soul, yet the fires in their sockets glowed with serenity.
This stemmed from Gui harnessing its own Path of Death to fully master the Path of Sins.
A rush of multicolored flames surged forth, standing as the sole vivid hue in this bleak realm.
"Death serves as the final haven for every entity, a new refuge for all existence." As the principles shuddered and thundered, Gui's declaration struck deep into the King of Death's core.
"Why dread the journey back home?"
As Gui's statement concluded, the rainbow torrent ripped through the shadowy world.
Observing the enormous form convulse wildly, with the King of Death's presence steadily fading, Gui experienced a twinge of disappointment.
It had anticipated a truly powerful adversary.
It never imagined the foe's Path of Death would prove so shallow.
Legend holds that the Seven Kings represent the finest prodigies among the countless strange beasts of the Southern Wasteland Domain, handpicked by the Time Master.
This was their level?
"Allow me to show you the true essence of death!"
On the battlefield's opposite flank, a piercing shriek erupted precisely when Gui clashed with the King of Death.
Amid the blue inferno that scorched half the heavens, the King of Destruction—with its nine distinct savage heads—was thrashing in rage.
Right now, one of those nine terrifying heads had been outright severed from its neck, the stump eroded by a fearsome energy that defied even the King of Life's vast restorative abilities.
The detached head rested on the earth, its expression locked in horror and confusion from the moment of separation.
The ominous power roiling inside it triggered rapid, nightmarish changes to its surroundings, as though all creation would perish in the wake of its leaking essence.
The remaining eight heads of the King of Destruction bore their own injuries too.
At this juncture, amidst the raging blaze, its other seven heads displayed assorted scorch marks.
Just the middle head, which governed the Path of Destruction, stayed unscathed.
All of this unfolded as the King of Destruction sought to block Tata.
In that precise moment, Youyou—who had previously shown restraint—unleashed its complete strength.