Doomsday Summoning Frenzy

"En." The demon lord expressionlessly acknowledged the sovereign's words—there was no need to disguise the difference in strength between two old rivals.

The sovereign was stronger than the demon lord, and that was an undisputed fact!

What was even more terrifying was that, contrary to their current appearances, the demon lord had long since entered his twilight years, while the sovereign was at his peak!

This had nothing to do with age; it was merely a matter of how much life origin power had been consumed.

The strong would grow stronger, while the weak would grow weaker.

The demon lord decisively admitted his weakened state, resulting in a temporary pause in the conversation between the two.

It wasn't until half a day later that the demon lord added, "The Demon Realm is about to collapse..."

A simple statement that plunged the sovereign into complete silence.

The sovereign faced the demon lord, slowly sitting down. He looked at the robust and youthful exterior of the man before him, sensing the ancient and scarred soul within this body, and couldn't help but sigh quietly.

The Demon Realm was on the brink of collapse.

The implications of this statement were significant, and for the sovereign, this fact had both advantages and disadvantages.

The benefit was that a rival who had entangled himself with him for countless years was about to perish. However, the disadvantages were greater, and the consequences would be even more profound!

Thinking of this, the sovereign couldn't help but glance at his old rival, who he had been entangled with for so many years, and slowly spoke.

"How much longer can it hold?"

"Decades? A few hundred years? That's about all the time left."

For a world, a few decades or a few hundred years seemed fleeting, like a fleeting moment.

The sovereign squinted, the white light in his eyes slowly flickering—he was re-evaluating his plan.

A few more hundred years were far too short for the sovereign; many things would change in that time...

Half a day passed before the sovereign reopened his eyes, first surveying the entire space, then casually asking, "Let's not talk about these issues anymore. It’s not easy for you to come out this time; there are many, many topics we can discuss..."

"For example, your plan this time?"

Hearing the sovereign's blatant probing, the demon lord chuckled lightly.

"Just wait a moment; the plan isn't finished yet."

After saying this, the demon lord immediately waved his right hand.

Demonic energy surged into the sky and quickly integrated into the entire space!

"Now, the entire plan is complete."

The demon lord displayed a slightly cunning smile, acting nonchalantly.

Sensing the power flooding the space, the sovereign maintained an expressionless face, yet silently sighed.

"The Demon Realm Origin Power, why? Just to block me?"

At a time when the Demon Realm was on the verge of destruction and collapse, the Demon Realm Origin Power became increasingly precious—what the demon lord had just summoned with a wave of his hand was conservatively equivalent to consuming around ten years of the Demon Realm's lifespan!

For a normal world, ten years was absolutely not long, but for the current Demon Realm, it was far too long!

The demon lord nodded.

"Just to block you."

"This amount of origin power cannot stop me!"

Hearing the sovereign’s statement, the demon lord readily admitted the truth in the sovereign's words.

"If this origin power runs out, I still have more. At worst, I'll go all out, even if it means the collapse of the Demon Realm, and face you head-on. If I lose, you shouldn't think you can win either!"

The demon lord feigned indifference.

Sadly, this was a “table-flipping” act only the weak would resort to when facing the strong.

It was unclear when it had begun, but the demon lord had to rely on such seemingly rogue behavior to protect his trivial interests when facing the sovereign...

Eons of time had drained the once-mighty demonic clan of every bit of flesh and blood, every ounce of nourishment.