"Fight! Fight...!" The voice wasn't Fang Senyan's, but Fu's—the struggling, utterly wretched Fu. His face was ashen, his eyes alight with a desperate, frenzied hope. He stared at Zheng for a long moment before forcing out, word by deliberate word, "Tell me, are we brothers?"

Zheng didn't turn back, replying lightly: "You already know the answer; why ask?"

Fu trembled violently, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood before going utterly still. When a person's spirit completely collapses, they either descend into madness or utter despair.

Fu, who had held himself in such high regard, had been grievously wounded by a single blow from Fang Senyan. The arrogance built upon his strength crumbled in an instant. Now, learning that the most cherished familial memories of his childhood were fabrications, his entire life instantly lost its conviction.

The most likely action for a man driven to madness is self-destruction, yet the heavily injured Fu could only destroy one thing now: his own life.

So, he died. Dying in despair.

"We can't waste it." Zheng looked at Fu's corpse and the near-dead Xiang. Two bizarre tentacles suddenly shot out from his back, snatched both bodies, and casually tossed them into the spiraling abyss below.

The tentacles were only as thick as fingers, yet the combined weight of the two bodies was at least 150 kilograms. These appendages effortlessly hurled them toward the center of the abyss, throwing them at least a hundred meters out, revealing the terrifying power they possessed.

Then, Zheng turned his attention to Fang Senyan: "Do you have any last words to utter?"

As he spoke, he attacked. From Zheng’s two tentacles, razor-sharp blades, akin to Wolverine's claws, suddenly sprang forth. These implements carried a terrifying annihilating property. For every word he spoke, he lashed out at the severely wounded Fang Senyan, leaving behind a horribly deep, shrieking gash. By the time he finished speaking, Fang Senyan was bleeding from every pore; the blood vessels, tendons, and even the bones in his limbs had been completely severed, leaving only a thin layer of skin holding him together.

Zheng’s brutal assault elicited only a faint groan from Fang Senyan, who said calmly: "This is unnecessary, actually. Even if my limbs were intact, I couldn't lift a hand now."

Zheng smiled faintly: "It never hurts to be cautious. Besides, if you were in my position, what would you do?"

Fang Senyan replied without hesitation: "I would slit your throat directly."

Zheng let out a roaring laugh: "If it weren't to keep the freshness of the food for my father, I would do the same."

"Food?" Fang Senyan looked perplexed.

It seemed Zheng held no guard against Fang Senyan, or perhaps, Zheng possessed absolute confidence in his own assessment. Coupled with the fact that he still viewed Fang Senyan as a rival, he maintained a basic respect and was quite willing to answer Fang Senyan's query: "Do you imagine that merely being human allows one to traverse time and space, killing at leisure? Of course not! The more one gains, the more one inevitably loses—that is the immutable law. To achieve this, my father can no longer be considered human, and he only retains two hours of lucid consciousness each day."

Fang Senyan fell silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Since you possess the ability to travel through time and space, why not jump back to when I or my father were children and eliminate us? Wouldn't that solve everything permanently?"

Zheng adopted an expression of helpless pity, like one regarding the naive: "Do you think crossing the temporal turbulence and precisely locating a target's parallel dimension is so simple? Such tasks are easy in the Nightmare Space—though it should be called Noah Space now—but for humans, it risks the very shattering of the soul! To calculate the data for such travel, and then to execute it—you have no idea what price you would have to pay!"

"Finally, your questioning sounds reasonable, but consider this: how much vital energy source can your younger selves contain? It's like ginseng in famous Chinese lore: newly sprouted ginseng has almost no medicinal effect; only ginseng that has matured for hundreds or thousands of years is a priceless elixir! Likewise, we must kill you when you are at your strongest, when your vital energy is most potent, to reap substantial rewards. More importantly, to avoid alerting other spaces, we often only get one chance to strike a target."

"I understand now. Thank you." Fang Senyan mused thoughtfully.

Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "No more questions? I was actually quite willing to converse with you."

"None," Fang Senyan stated flatly. "So, I can die now. Go ahead."

Zheng sighed deeply: "What a pity. I could have chatted with you longer. To tell the truth, it has been a long time since I've connected with another soul like this."

Though he spoke these words, his actions were decisive. The tentacles behind him exerted force, violently flinging Fang Senyan towards the depths of the Devil's Throat!

Watching the four-limbed, ruined Fang Senyan arc through the air before plunging into the endless darkness below, Zheng was suddenly seized by an indescribable, strange sensation. Facing this enemy who seemed like a reflection in a mirror, he couldn't help but wonder: What if I were in his predicament!?

Zheng's entire body immediately convulsed violently! This bastard still had a trump card! Multiple tentacles shot out from his back once more, lashing toward Fang Senyan, who was descending ten meters away. Only then did Zheng realize that these tentacles were actually an enhanced and materialized version of Fang Senyan's own psychic tendrils! Their evolutionary paths were identical! And Zheng, clearly, had evolved further.

But Fang Senyan had also opened his eyes, fixing Zheng with a cryptic smile.

Fang Senyan, his limbs shattered, opened the third eye at the center of his brow. His psychic tendrils condensed rapidly, moving from ethereal to semi-solid, briefly buffering the incoming tentacles right there in mid-air!

Although the power gap was obvious, and Fang Senyan’s semi-solid tendril shattered instantly, despite his grievous injuries, his life force was burning at its zenith! This was Fang Senyan’s true level; in that instant, he unleashed all his power in an explosion, like a firework at its peak bloom!

"This fellow..." Veins throbbed visibly on Zheng's forehead. "He actually hid his strength to this extent! What contingency plan did you conceal? But even if you hid your strength, you absolutely cannot match my father... because he no longer truly counts as human."

Although Fang Senyan’s body was mangled and his injuries beyond measure, the energy he unleashed in that single moment was breathtaking! This was his ultimate power—the terrifying strength that slew Aragon and forced even Noah Space to shatter! During his descent, he gazed at Zheng with an almost burning intensity, then smiled and plunged into the profound darkness.

The descent felt as long as a lifetime, yet as fleeting as an instant. Initially, the outer sheath of the Devil's Throat that Fang Senyan saw was a dead black and rigid.

But as he fell, it gradually began to crack, transforming into crimson flesh that pulsed and writhed. However, this flesh was bulbous and foamy, growing without order—a clear sign of ruptured gene chains.

Then, a familiar yet alien sensation of weightlessness washed over Fang Senyan. It was the feeling of having left his native plane and connecting to the Nightmare Space. The familiarity stemmed from countless prior experiences; the strangeness arose because the connection to Noah C Space was markedly different—like the distinctly different tastes of a common Erguotou versus a 1959 Maotai, though both are liquor.

The expected violent impact never arrived. Fang Senyan felt as if something had caught him, gently slowing his rapid descent. Then, he felt himself pinned in mid-air, suspended there, a smell of indescribable rot filling his nostrils.

This place was like a festering, moldering abyss, alive only with various maggots and pathogens. As Fang Senyan's pupils adjusted to the gloom, he realized the entire environment was writhing, surrounded by bizarre, darkened red walls of flesh.

But when his gaze drifted toward the deepest part of the darkness, he sucked in a sharp breath! Where a colossal gate should have stood—a blood-red behemoth with terrifying fangs that scraped the heavens—what confronted him was utter ruin!!

Yes, complete devastation! For in the center of that massive gate, an indescribable, vast hole had been blasted clean through. The hole appeared ancient, showing signs of regrowing and then dissolving over eons, like the cross-section of a candle burned for a long time. Yet, the scars surrounding the breach were soul-shattering, striking directly into the mind, seeming to replay the sheer destructive force of that ancient blow.

"It looks impressive, doesn't it?" A voice suddenly resonated.

The voice spoke directly inside Fang Senyan's mind. Turning, Fang Senyan saw that beneath the ruined gate, a dark silhouette was seated. This shadow seemed to have been planted there for millennia, wearing a bronze ghoul's mask, merging completely with the decaying environment and space itself! The aura of antiquity and decay was so thick it felt like a full inch of accumulated dust!