"Your Majesty..."
"No, I was just thinking that, in the end, this world would continue turning on its own no matter who left it."
Faced with his past mistakes and his heavy responsibilities now, Xuan Sheng felt this exhausted for the first time.
The Xuan Tribe in the Divine Realm still had no idea whether they were alive or dead, while the Demon Race—and even Heavenly Silence—was now in the most perilous situation.
Of course, he knew that everything now had to be brought to a complete end by him.
But at the same time...
That crushing pressure had returned to his shoulders once more, making everything about the future seem dull and tiresome.
Perhaps, after resolving everything, he could finally be free.
Realizing that the war before him could no longer cause any more ripples, Xuan Sheng quietly narrowed his eyes.
Meanwhile, the little demon who had always accompanied the Demon God and was exceptionally skilled at reading people's expressions was trembling inwardly.
She could always sense that something bad was about to happen... as if Your Majesty was about to leave on a long journey... or leave the Demon Race forever and return to the human camp...
In any case, this chaotic premonition made Wenwen not even dare to move. She remained by the side of the weary Demon God, guarding him at all times.
She was truly worried that one day, in the blink of an eye, Your Majesty would leave forever...
If this Demon God, who was destined to lead the Demon Race toward glory, left... would that mean all the demons would once again return to the darkness and chaos of the Abyss era?
"Wenwen?"
Satan, whose body was covered in blood, retracted her scale armor. A few traces of satisfaction with violence showed in