Published: March 2, 2025
The demon lord suddenly shivered, the recent memories abruptly interrupted.
Looking at Wen Yu beside him, the demon lord slowly moved his body and propped himself up.
"You’re here."
"This is..."
"White is dead, the Heavenly Dao is severely injured, trapped in the soul world. I am now exhausted and unable to deliver the final blow, so I need you."
Wen Yu fell silent for a moment, glancing at the demon lord half-reclining on the ground, and then at the seemingly lifeless Heavenly Dao. He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and asked resolutely, "What do you need me to do?"
"Use the soul battlefield, the unedited version, charge into his soul world, and take him out directly!"
"I understand..."
...
From the perspective of soul perception, the demon lord's soul light was unprecedentedly dim, while the Heavenly Dao seemed like a corpse. Wen Yu concentrated fully, only to discover scattered soul lights within the body of the Heavenly Dao—like a glass bead shrunk into a ball, containing a surging and powerful soul power. However, this power was too weak for an eleventh level strongman—indeed, it was even far lower than Wen Yu’s current soul strength...
Feeling this scene, Wen Yu clenched his teeth, suppressing his fear of the eleventh level strongman, and transformed his entire body into a beam of black light, instantly drilling into the body of the Heavenly Dao.
Beside him, the demon lord observed this scene as if something significant had occurred, letting out a heavy sigh. Meanwhile, the light on his body gradually surged, as if his entire body was swiftly shrinking and dissolving like dried fruit. In no time, he completely disappeared.
...
Eleventh Layer of the Heavenly Palace.
As the clone dissolved, the power belonging to the clone and its memories continually surged into the demon lord's main body.
Noticing the plan unfolding smoothly, the demon lord maintained a stoic expression, his hands deftly continuing to move as if casually placing chess pieces.
"General."
It was like two elderly men sitting at the entrance of their neighborhood playing chess, but with their identities, this game had a unique flavor.
"You won."
The sovereign was even simpler, waving his hand again to set up a brand new chess game on the board.
This scene had occurred countless times over the past twenty days.
In the new game, the sovereign took the first move, followed by an exchange of offense and defense. Their movements were swift; the speed of their chess-playing could even be described as dazzling.
A seemingly casual voice emanated from the sovereign.
"Your mood has changed..."
"Yeah."
The demon lord responded ambiguously.
"So, it was your little tricks with Heaven-Piercing that went very smoothly, right?"
The demon lord's hand movement paused.
"Guess?"
"Hehe..."
The sovereign let out a light sneer, casually dropping a piece and turning to glance at the space trapping him.
"The power of this Barrier is growing weaker, and your strength is dwindling. From this, it seems your tricks should be nearing completion. How many days are left? One day? Or two?"
The demon lord remained silent until the sovereign slowly stood up.
"Since that's the case, I won't play with you anymore. I'm actually quite curious to see who you consider the backup to defeat me."
As soon as the sovereign's words fell, the demon lord immediately looked up.
In front of him, the sovereign's body flickered in and out of visibility, and then white light raged, the terrifying power swiftly crashing against the surrounding space Barrier.
Then, the demonic energy surged, and the demon lord's body erupted with eerie black light, constantly reinforcing the power of this space.
"You've gone mad. Do you know how much demonic realm origin power it will consume to forcibly charge through the Barrier..."
"Oh, just decades' worth of demonic realm origin power. However, I believe, since you can use decades' worth of demonic realm origin power as a price to try to keep me here, what you are doing outside poses an even greater threat to me..."