Yet even reduced to such a state, a trace of malice and calculation still hid deep in Demon Emperor Xuanxin's eyes.
He knew very well that with Xiao Yan here today, and the Sacred Clan's experts busy surrounding and killing the Mohe Ancient Clan, they would never spare any attention to save him.
After all, compared to the temptation of the Mohe Ancient Clan's Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign, losing one Emperor Xuan Mo amounted to nothing.
And relying on himself alone, it was clearly impossible for him to leave the Fire Spirit Continent alive.
He had no chance of winning in a direct fight. Even if he exhausted the last of his strength to self-detonate, he would not be able to harm the unfathomable young man before him in the slightest.
His only path to survival was to use self-detonation as a pretense, paying the price of shattering his Demonic Body to cover the escape of the most core wisp of his source Demonic Soul. As long as his Demonic Soul did not perish, there would always be a chance to make a comeback one day!
When the time came, he could take revenge then.
He had used this trick of feigning death through self-detonation to escape several times over the past ten thousand years. Who knew how many Heavenly Sovereigns of the Great Thousand World had fallen to this move of his?
"Flame Emperor! You forced This Seat to this point, so let us perish together!!"
Demon Emperor Xuanxin let out a hysterical roar. Demonic Qi around him suddenly surged, and an extremely berserk, terrifying power, enough to shatter the land for hundreds of thousands of miles, brewed madly within him!
His Demonic Body began to shine inch by inch. Pitch-black demonic light shot into the sky, as if he