"Just like what you did earlier!"
Bogus heard him clearly. Sabo's voice carried an intense chill!
The mechanical voice did not answer immediately. Instead, it fell silent. It would indeed be difficult to refute the accusation right away.
To test that Little Lord, he had directly detonated the Blood Demon Domain, naturally detonating Sabo inside it as well. Once Sabo was detonated, his soul could still be used after death—but he really had died.
If Xi Ye had not used the laws of spacetime to rewind the Blood Demon Domain, Sabo's physical body would have been reduced to scraps by now.
The reason Nefar had not resisted after ambushing him, and had honestly fought Vayne and the others, was that Nefar had promised him a way to survive.
He had guaranteed that Sabo could graft his soul onto a Native Titan.
Native Titans were the most primordial lifeforms created by the universe. They were even older than the dragon race and the lifeforms closest to the original state of the material universe. They had a high tolerance for all things, and the chances of a successful graft were not low.
Sabo's body, however, had already entered an irreversible decline. This might be his only way to stay alive.
If they could live, who would want to die?
Thus, Sabo had sided with the other party without the slightest hesitation, only to be betrayed soon afterward.
"It doesn't make a difference, does it?"
The Otherworldly Demon's indifferent voice rang out. "In the original plan, your Blood Demon body was going to be discarded anyway. I merely moved it ahead of schedule."
"I never said I was going to discard it." Sabo's voice was cold. "Although it's nearing decline, it can still be used. If the graft fails, I'll at least have