"It worked..." Qin Huali sighed.
He simply watched as the World Destroyer was drawn, step by step, into Mo Qiong's rhythm.
Mo Qiong kept building up his advantage bit by bit.
At first, the World Destroyer had wanted to kill Mo Qiong. Then he had wanted to enslave him. But now, the World Destroyer felt that simply twisting Mo Qiong's will was no fun!
What was the point of directly turning Mo Qiong into someone like the Ancient Gods, making him worship the World Destroyer from the bottom of his heart?
What he hated was Mo Qiong ignoring him. What he hated was Mo Qiong's seemingly innate pride.
If he simply used a trait to twist and overwrite it, then how would that be any different from killing Mo Qiong?
Wouldn't Mo Qiong be nothing more than a bootlicker wearing Mo Qiong's skin? How would that make him any different from these Ancient Gods?
Qin Huali finally saw Mo Qiong clearly: arrogant, sincerely contemptuous, and ignoring the World Destroyer at every turn.
The World Destroyer was a common man. For tens of millions of years, he had maintained his former self and preserved the ordinary self he had once been.
His thoughts were those of a mortal, and he enjoyed that.
He simply liked using a mortal's thoughts, combined with invincible power, to trample every restraint in the world.
At this moment, what he wanted was to vent the pent-up anger in his heart—not by killing Mo Qiong, and not by altering Mo Qiong's thoughts.
Instead, he wanted to preserve Mo Qiong's defiance and contempt, then use traits such as forced obedience to make Mo Qiong respond to him even if he did not want to, and listen to him even if he did not want to.
Only then could