"Memory Mark!?" Hearing Dark Malik's words, the game and others were shocked, and this hearing was related to the memory of Dark Game.

"We tomb guards only live for this goal, all we get is deep darkness and deep hurt, as well as countless despair and pain, hahahaha!" Dark Malik's voice was low and painful, as if he were recalling a very sad memory.

However, at the end of the conversation, he let out a mocking laugh that "I feel like what I just said is funny."

"But ah, all I said before is that the host who has been dominating this body, the thoughts in his heart, his loss of freedom, sinking into darkness, allowing the masochistic mind to create, an even darker world, the pain and hatred that exists in the dark depths of his heart, created me." After laughing, Dark Malik continued.

"I was born when he was ten years old, the day he received the Grave Keeper ceremony, the pain and sorrow brought to him by his father gave him a desire for self-destruction, and if he wanted to live and protect himself, he created another personality, and then, I was born, and I was able to dominate his life."

"However, there is one thing that has ruined my plans, so that I can only exchange personalities with him when he is in anger, and that is the man, Liched!"

"The man carved a healing inscription on his face with his own hands, sealed Malik's wrath and kept me locked up in the depths of Malik's heart, but now that Lihid has fallen, I am finally free!" Dark Malik said with open arms.

"Actually. From the bottom of my heart, I am very grateful to the game and Wang Peng who defeated Liched. What about you. Dark Malik said, thanking Wang Peng and the game, but looking at that expression, it was very uncomfortable.

"So, I'm going to bury the host's personality completely, and then. Sacrifice you all to the great darkness, and then, destroy! Destruction! Destruction! Destroy everything. I'm going to create my own dark world, really! Dark World!! Dark Malik laughed sickly, broken, and maniacally.

"This madman," muttered the castle and the others, looking at the hideous dark Malik.

"Wang Peng, you and your woman. Let's be swallowed up by darkness together. 'Winged Dragon of the Sun God' attack me! With the fire of God, burn them all to ashes for me!! Dark Malik said, pointing at Wang Peng and Peacock Dance, and ordered the attack fiercely.

"Roar!!" The 'Winged Dragon of the Sun God' roared angrily, opened its mouth and spewed out golden flames, flying towards Wang Peng and the peacock.

"Dance, it's okay, everything will be fine. I'll protect you. "Wang Peng, on the other hand, turned his back to Dark Malik, ignoring the attack of the 'Winged Dragon of the Sun God'. Holding the weak peacock dance, he said softly in his mouth.

As he spoke, Wang Peng lifted Peacock Dance's face and kissed it affectionately.

"Wang Wangpeng, dear!?" The four lips were separated, and Peacock Dance's somewhat godless eyes gradually saw Wang Peng's voice clearly, and the countless memories in his mind were also recalled like a tide, and he muttered in surprise.

"It's me, Mai, do you remember me?" Wang Peng looked at the peacock dance in surprise.

"You, your eyes, what's going on." Peacock Dance looked at the thousand-year-old eye in Wang Peng's right eye socket and said bitterly.

"It's okay" Wang Peng looked at Peacock Dance tenderly, gently wiping Peacock Dance's hair.

"The bond between those two people actually broke the dark power?" Seeing the peacock dance with his memory restored, Dark Malik frowned and thought in disbelief.

"However, it's too late, and no one will be able to stop the 'Winged Dragon of the Sun God'!" Dark Malik then smiled sinisterly.

"I'm sorry" Seeing the golden flames spewed out by the 'Winged Dragon of the Sun God' attacking, the peacock Maimei left tears in her eyes, and looked at Wang Peng and apologized.

"No need to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong, just leave it to me next." Wang Peng showed a gentle smile and looked at the peacock dance and said.

With that, Wang Peng turned his senses and looked at Dark Malik and the 'Winged Dragon of the Sun God', his expression becoming extremely serious.

The peacock dance, who was handcuffed to the stone tablet, looked at Wang Peng's back in front of her, and a confused look flashed in his eyes.

"Dark Game, lend me your power!" Wang Peng looked at the golden flames rushing to his face and spoke.

"Yes." The translucent figure of the dark game appeared beside Wang Peng and flew into Wang Peng's body, and the thousand-year-old building block on Wang Peng's chest bloomed with dazzling light.

A huge pillar of light poured out from Wang Peng's body, soaring into the sky, and the 'Winged Dragon of the Sun God' spewed out golden flames, which were directly dispersed by the pillar of light, and the pillar of light was castrated, impacting on the black mist formed by the dark game, and the two were frozen with each other.

'Poof! With a soft sound, the black fog formed by the dark game was violently broken through by the pillar of light, and the black fog all collapsed, revealing the night sky with the bright moon hanging high again.

"What? My dark game, it's broken!? Watching the dark game disappear, Dark Malik couldn't help but take a step back, stunned in disbelief.

With the disappearance of the dark game, the golden eye pattern on Wang Peng's forehead slowly disappeared, and the golden light on the Millennium Eye and the Millennium Building Block also faded away.

And the two handcuff-type monsters that materialized because of the dark game and were handcuffed with Peacock Dance also flew back to Dark Malik's field, and Peacock Dance fell weakly from mid-air and was hugged by Wang Peng.

"Referee, this duel is over, we admit defeat." Wang Peng hugged the sleeping peacock and said to the referee.

"The winner of the third duel is Malik Ishdhar!!" The referee saw the peacock dance in Wang Peng's arms, which had lost consciousness, and immediately announced the result.

As the duel ended, everything on the field disappeared, and the 'Winged Dragon of the Sun God' also disappeared.

"Cut!" Seeing that the dark game was destroyed and the duel was over, the flames of the 'Winged Dragon of the Sun God' did not burn Wang Peng and Peacock Dance to ashes, and showed an unhappy expression.

"Dark Malik, you'd better pray that you won't meet me in the decisive battle" Wang Peng looked at Dark Malik, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke, with a thick anger in his tone.

'Boom! Visible to the naked eye in the sky, there were dense dark clouds, countless cyan thunderbolts like dragons, rolling in the dark clouds, and the huge thunder sound shook people's ears deaf, Wang Peng was really angry. (To be continued.) )