The Max-Level Boss Just Wants to Be a Slacker [Apocalypse] – CH86

Chapter 86: The Final Battle

If he had heard those words before, Mo Xiu might not have believed them. But during this period, they had experienced far too much—so much that they had even learned about another world, learned that cultivation truly existed, and that there really was a Heavenly Dao.

After seeing and encountering things he had never even imagined before, the idea of creating a god no longer seemed impossible.

Mo Qi, however, felt it was only natural. After all, their souls were already different. They had the blessing of this world’s Heavenly Dao and had gained the power of faith.

What he hadn’t expected was that this power would be so strong, allowing him to touch the rules of this world more deeply. With that, when they faced the corruption again, they should have a much better chance.

But what they were doing now was not merely saving the apocalypse. Their strength was accumulating so quickly that he couldn’t help wondering whether the danger still slumbering in the shadows might be affected by it, perhaps leading to some unforeseen change.

Thinking of this, Mo Qi glanced at the person he loved beside him. No matter what happened, he would protect Mo Xiu completely.

As Mo Xiu and Mo Qi’s power grew stronger, their speed of travel also continued to increase. In the sky, large groups of demonic cultivators flew in formation. Wherever they went, it looked like dark clouds pressing down upon the land.

Yet despite the overwhelming sense of oppression, this sight brought hope for survival.

According to rumors, in every place they passed through, the people still struggling for survival would gaze up at the sky every day, eagerly waiting for the arrival of that “black cloud.”

And because of this hope, the continent itself seemed to come back to life once more.

“The cleanup and reconstruction of these cities are much faster than I imagined,” Mo Xiu said with emotion as he looked at the places they had passed through. The rebuilding speed was astonishing—Xia Country truly deserved its reputation as a construction powerhouse.

Mo Qi smiled. After absorbing the demonic energy from another region, he turned his head and kissed Mo Xiu lightly on the cheek.

“That’s because you’ve never experienced the power of faith before,” he said softly. “It can make people overcome countless unimaginable difficulties.

“And besides, this is Xia Country—the most powerful nation on this continent. Its people are resilient. Naturally, they will recover the fastest.”

Mo Xiu nodded. Hearing that warmed his heart. After everything he had gone through, it felt as though his perspective on the world had broadened.

Not only that—along with the blessing of faith and Mo Qi’s help, Mo Xiu realized he had undergone a qualitative transformation. His eyes seemed able to see more than before. He even discovered that he now possessed the ability to manipulate demonic energy.

Of course, he wasn’t a demonic cultivator, so he couldn’t absorb it like Mo Qi. But he could serve as excellent support, helping Mo Qi clear the demonic energy from an area much faster.

Moreover, after several sessions of dual cultivation and spiritual communion, Mo Xiu realized he also possessed spiritual sense. Although his spiritual sense wasn’t as strong as Mo Qi’s, once spread out it still reached a level that astonished even the powerful demonic cultivators around them.

After completely changing the situation in Xia Country, they began traveling to neighboring nations.

Halfway through the journey, Mo Qi suddenly stopped and said, “Perhaps we don’t need to keep rushing anymore. During this time, we’ve already absorbed enough faith power.”

Mo Xiu froze for a moment, then quickly understood. He sensed the strength of his and Mo Qi’s spiritual consciousness.

Their power had grown strong enough that they could now directly spread their spiritual sense across the remaining regions and extract the demonic energy at once.

That would be far faster.

It seemed the apocalypse was truly about to end.

Realizing this, Mo Xiu couldn’t help feeling excited.

Mo Qi sensed his emotions. Leaning closer, he kissed Mo Xiu’s forehead and gently embraced him.

“Let’s do it together,” he said softly. “Let’s purify this world. But I have a bad feeling… perhaps we should make preparations early.”

Mo Xiu nodded. Through the merging of their souls, his own perception had grown stronger, and he knew exactly what Mo Qi meant.

“We’ll succeed,” Mo Xiu said firmly. “No matter what happens, we’ll face it together and keep living.”

After discussing it, they summoned the Grand Elder and several capable demonic cultivators, ordering them to build an altar at a designated location and inscribe it with numerous formations.

A few days later, everyone in the group stood around the altar. The atmosphere was tense and heavy.

Even Cheng Cheng, who usually talked the most, said nothing. He simply swallowed nervously and tightly held the hand of Xie Wu beside him, staring at the scene before them.

Mo Xiu and Mo Qi stepped onto the altar together.

The moment they stood in place, the sky suddenly changed. Thunder rumbled as black clouds churned violently, looking terrifying and grotesque.

“It seems that thing has awakened,” Mo Qi said softly. “Looks like the Heavenly Dao can no longer suppress it.”

“Mm.” Mo Xiu nodded, his brows slightly furrowed. He had known this day would come—he just hadn’t expected it to arrive so soon.

It seemed that after awakening, the so-called corruption had also sensed what he and Mo Qi were doing. That was why it had rushed over immediately to eliminate these two “major threats.”

The people near the altar also noticed the strange phenomenon in the sky and instantly entered a state of alert.

Originally, Mo Qi had only asked the Grand Elder to construct the altar and formations to amplify his and Mo Xiu’s power. He hadn’t intended for the others to remain.

But when he turned his head, he saw the demonic cultivators swiftly changing formation positions.

They were clearly prepared to sacrifice themselves as the core of the formation at any moment.

Standing at the front of the group, the Grand Elder formed hand seals and declared loudly:

“Your Majesty, though we are demonic cultivators, we understand that if heaven and earth cease to exist, even ants cannot survive.

“Today, let the world see that among your followers, there is not a single coward!”

As his voice fell, the others also began forming hand seals, shouting in unison:

“We are willing to die for all living beings!”

“You all—!”

Mo Xiu stared blankly at the scene before him.

Once, he had thought of himself as nothing more than a small, insignificant person. Everything had happened so suddenly—the apocalypse arrived out of nowhere, forcing him to carry the lives of others in his team on his shoulders.

The resentment of being framed and killed, the struggles after rebirth… although he resisted and achieved what he wanted, it always felt as if fate had been pushing him forward.

But now, seeing these people, he finally understood what cultivators meant when they spoke of defying the heavens.

Turning his head, he saw Mo Qi still wearing that calm smile—as though what they were about to do was not some earth-shattering event, nor a matter of life and death.

And suddenly, his heart felt steady.

Raising his head, Mo Xiu looked firmly at the sky and stepped forward.

“Since you’ve come knocking, then we’ll be the ones to start this.”

The moment his words fell, a massive thunder dragon—so thick it seemed able to cover the entire altar—burst forth and shot straight into the sky.

The dense black clouds at the highest layer were instantly blown apart by more than half.

But soon they gathered again.

Rolling and twisting in the wind, they released a howl that sounded like a furious roar.

Hearing the anger and pain in that roar, Mo Qi curled his lips into a smile.

As expected of his Dao companion.

That bold temperament of his—Mo Qi truly loved it.

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