Chapter 289: Fate Is Truly A B*tch!

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"The Crimson Usurper... He somehow found us for half an instant..."

The Island King's expression turned ashen. Even though they had once again sped ahead of their pursuer, 'he' seemed to have a way to predict their path and set up a clone attack in front of them.

"If he's able to damage the hardware of Starfarer Island, then his strength... How strong has he become...?"

Not only the Island King, but Jing Fu also had a very bad feeling about what was to come.

If they didn't commence their plan soon, then there truly would be no other options left for the people of the island.

The Galactic Lord abandoned them; the Galactic Senators were not willing to interfere. And now, there was a limited time span for which they needed to make a great many decisions.

"Fate is truly a b*tch..."

The Island King's hardened gaze watched as the sky fell onto them. In the end, he flipped his hand and caused the sky chunk to get sucked into a miniature black hole. Then, with a simple flick of his sleeve, the black hole shrunk in on itself before vanishing into the void.

There was no more sky chunk or fire rain, but for some reason, the Island King's dire expression did not become any lighter.

"The end of the world is near, and there really is only one thing that I can do." He looked at the wrinkled hands attached to his wrists.

They were hands that hadn't shown their utmost might for a countless number of years.

However, now was finally the time to show the galaxy that he was still the man who once gave the Galactic Lord a run for his money back in their younger days!

"The time is now!!!!"

For the first time in hundreds of billions of years, the Island King lost control of his emotions. Then, with a domineering demeanor, he blitzed his way outside of the island's barrier. Making use of the hole in the world, he vanished past the outermost astral barrier.

Entering the void of space, he looked around him, attempting to find the existence that he knew lurked around a corner of space.

SHING!

The moment the Island King took the cosmically dazzling treasure weapon out of his storage ring, he quickly realized that he could no longer feel his fingers.

"!?!?" He looked down and saw that the entire upper half of his hand had been cleanly cut off. With no unevenness to the perfect cut, blood started to gush out of the wound.

Spurt!

It sprayed the surrounding void a deep, dark red. Leaving just the right amount of scattered blood, the demonic, bloody expression of the Crimson Usurper became all the crisper.

"Did you really think I would do whatever you wanted!? Haha!" Azmodeus burst out in a peel of laughter as he couldn't believe that such an old monster could be so stupid!

Why would he not already have the treasure ready before deciding to leave his turtle shell!?

Was he just trying to make a cool-ass movie scene!?

Azmodeus found it all too funny, and upon seeing the distraught look on the old man's face, his laughter only increased in intensity.

"Y-You..." The Island King's complexion became as red and green as a fugly-looking tomato as he tightly clenched his bloody fists.

Even though his fingers were rapidly regenerating, the Cosmic Sealer had already been lost to the currents of the void.

Or, at least, that was what he originally thought...

FWIP!

A mirror copy of Azmodeus appeared right beside the first one, and in his hands, there was the Cosmic Sealer!

"!!!"

"So, old man. What exactly were you planning to do with this thing?" asked Azmodeus, an acute gleam shining through his evil gaze.

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