Ten days and ten nights.
The Purple Origin Demon Master and the Lord of Original Darkness had already fought for ten days. Both were covered in wounds, and their auras had weakened considerably.
The Lord of Original Darkness gazed coldly ahead and slowly said, "Purple Origin Demon Master, our strength is evenly matched! If we continue fighting, we will only end up both wounded, letting others reap the benefits for nothing! Leave! Once you refine the God Fang King's origin, your strength will only surpass mine. Why waste time tangling with me here?"
"Lord of Original Darkness, do you think I do not know? The God Fang King was defeated by the Withered King back then, and his origin was swallowed whole by the Withered King. If I wait for you to safely refine the Withered King's origin, I will die without even a place to bury my bones. Right now, you are at the critical point of refining the Withered King and cannot move. This is the best chance—and the only chance—for me to kill you. So, please die!!"
A vicious gleam flickered in the Purple Origin Demon Master's eyes. He grinned hideously, opened his mouth, and spat out an incomparably shattered World of Destruction.
Streams of wildly twisted light appeared within that shattered World of Destruction. In an instant, the World of Destruction erupted with the terrifying aura of an Eternal King treasure, transforming into a gigantic Destruction Spear that stabbed madly toward the Lord of Original Darkness.
"Purple Origin Demon Master!! You have gone mad!! That is the origin of the World of Destruction!! You are actually using it to kill me!!"
A flash of fear passed through the Lord of Original Darkness's eyes. Waves of terrified and furious thought rippled through the heavens. His body trembled