A black stream of light flashed across the distant sky, breaking out from the dark and ink-like fog.

He flew at high speed, but ran straight to the ground. The smoke and dust mixed with black fog buried his figure.

Under the protection of the black fog barrier, Planck was not substantially damaged, but the barrier had begun to shatter and would soon be destroyed.

The backlash of the ruined king was getting stronger and stronger, which had seriously disturbed his consciousness, and even a simple flight like breathing could not be maintained.

He heard Foyego's cry echo in his mind, as if it had turned into endless, endless black fog, and he was mourning.

"I remember, she sank into the water...and then...and then..."

"I will take her back from the blood of death. No one can disobey her, even if it is fate. Planck, even if you are a destiny, you can't stop us from reunion!"

Planck inserted the great sword to the ground, and struggled to stand up with the support of the hilt of the sword.

Foyego's love for Isuld suffocated him. This love is so cruel. However, it can conquer everything.

He was a qualified person. He thought his will was strong enough, but he was still not as infatuated as Foyego.

Planck originally thought that after being defeated by Miss Doom, he had put down his arrogance.

But nature will not change easily, and the deal with Thresh is his greatest arrogance.

He was willing to do anything to regain Bilgewater, but the deal with Thresh was a bad bet.

Thresh promises to let Black Misty be used for him, he can use this power to stop Soul Erosion Night or to deal with his enemies, and he only needs to defeat the will of the Defeated King.

But damn Thresh held the secret that was enough to crush Foyego's will in his hand from beginning to end.

Talisman is not the key, that secret is the key!

He still underestimated Thresh's treacherousness and the importance of that trump card.

He also underestimated Foyego's infatuation - for the sake of love, he can really destroy the world.

Planck could no longer stand up, and his intact hand was uncontrollably grasping the amulet.

Even though he tried his best to resist, the amulet was still pulled down and threw it aside.

A black mist emerged from the amulet and turned into a pale figure, with resentment in his eyes.

He walked towards Planck, and as soon as he took a step, he appeared in front of the latter the next moment.

"Do you think I'm a weak ghost? I've said a long time ago that this amulet cannot trap me! Love makes me invincible!"

Planck felt that his body was in control, but with it, there was also the cold touch brought by the black fog through the skin.

Without the protection of the amulet, the mist was sucking in this broken body of life. The ghosts hiding there let out hungry roars, and groups of corpses were ready to rush, waiting for the destruction king to come forward to eat meat and drink blood.

"Stop." Foyego raised one hand.

Thick fog, evil spirits, terrifying things—everything seemed to be fixed under the command of the destruction king.

He half-squatted down, gently dusted off Planck's hand holding the hilt of the sword, and then held his hand up, playing the knuckles, as if playing distant memories towards the keys.

Then he said: "As a leader and a warrior with great martial arts skills, as long as you are willing to surrender to me, you can become a stronger minister, rather than a ghost who is only controlled by hunger."

"Foyego, you still don't understand Bilgewater's style... Even if you can't step on me, I, Planck, will never become a vassal of others!" Planck laughed out loud, and he gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't be a king, you'd rather die."

Foyego seemed disappointed, he drew out his giant sword and said coldly.

"Then you go and die."

After saying that, Foyego disappeared, leaving behind countless uncontrolled vengeful spirits.

The corpse ghosts, the fog walker and the vengeful spirit all rushed forward. Planck was unwilling to let his fate be ruined, so he raised his weapon to fight to the end.

The thick fog was like a mud swamp. He raised his legs as heavy as lead and rushed towards the direction where the amulet was.

He remembered that Foyego did not take away the amulet. He didn't know whether he was thinking about his queen and ignoring other things, or he felt that this thing could no longer be a threat and could ignore it.

In short, Baru's heart became Planck's life-saving straw at this time. The only way to survive in this vast fog is to get the amulet back.

A blood-red-eyed evil spirit rushed towards Planck. He used his prosthetic limb to block the bite, and then put the muzzle on and shot the head. There was no blood splash, only a blue-green light emerged from the flying head. Planck almost didn't stop for a moment, pulling out the Bilgewater scimitar at his waist, and then splitting the neck of another fog walker. When he slashed the dead, he felt that familiar reality came from his hands.

The frozen claws scratched his back, and the broken left arm seemed to be filled with ice water. Planck stabbed behind his back with his back hand, and the dead souls howled and dissipated. The undead spirits in front of him piled up into mountains, but his speed slowed down. The feeling of weakness began to spread throughout his body, and his heels were scratched again, feeling like he was dragging his body forward in the mud.

The blade was stained with some sticky things, maybe blood, or something else, no matter what. Planck opened the lid of the prosthesis, shook off the black powder from it, and was stuck to the blade by the sticky liquid. Then he gritted his teeth and removed the entire prosthesis, threw it towards the road where the undead had accumulated, and raised his pistol to explode the prosthesis in the air.

boom!

The explosion tear opens a path of blood and fire in front of him, and Planck runs over with his staggering legs. When he steps over the flame, he extends the scimitar in his hand to a tangled limb. The black gunpowder stained on the blade is immediately ignited, and the hot flame burns his forearm, slightly dispelling the coldness of his body.

Planck cut over a fog spirit with a scimitar of fire, and the undead hissed and retreated.

Will the dead be afraid?

It seemed that they were forced back by the fire knife, but he was not ruthless and chopped all the way, and finally found a talisman with a rusty helmet emitting green light.

Although it had become much dimmed at this moment, it was still more than enough to protect him to survive in the black fog.

Just when Planck was a few steps away from the amulet, a sharp claw grabbed the amulet one step ahead of him.

"How does betrayal feel like a poor tragic soul?"

The green light of the lantern illuminated his stunned face. Planck raised his head and looked at Thresh's ruined face. The vast ghost fire burned in his neck. A pair of empty eyes seemed like a black hole leading to nothingness - no sympathy, no kindness, and no humanity.

Thresh's existence made the undead retreat, as if they were also afraid of the lantern in his hand.

"Are you here to joke with me? The devil."

"Maybe, do you want it?" Thresh handed the amulet to Planck, but the latter just looked, indifferent.

"It seems you have accepted your fate."

Planck knew that he was at the end of his journey, and the cunning Thresh was not as easy to fool. "You have been deceiving me from the beginning, and no one could surpass Foyego in will."

"Foyego is not invincible. His love for the queen is his only weakness. But you are too impatient and have not waited for me to get the most critical thing. Failure is natural." Thresh's voice was still cold, and he didn't seem to be angry, or it was within his expectations.

"Haha, I won't have a chance when you get everything ready."

"You failed to prepare for my years of planning, but I didn't put all my bets on you."

"Foyego will not let you go."
Chapter completed!