The Demon Cave Master's pleas for mercy did not win any positive answer from Destruction Demon God Locke and the others.
This was, in truth, an extremely humiliating thing.
A dignified Level-13 Lord of Dimensional Planes had actually bowed his head and begged his enemy for his life right on the Core Battlefield of his own homeland time-space!
Looking across the many Higher Dimensional Planes, which existence capable of reaching this level was not an ancient powerhouse who looked down upon endless seas of stars and held authority over a source?
Even the Dark Nether Death God, Duolie, Ebony, and the others, who had been beaten into an utterly wretched state, had at least not shouted their surrender and begged to live right in front of the enemy during the later stages of the Light Universe Time-Space War.
But the Demon Cave Master had shouted it.
And judging from the fluctuations in his aura, this was not some false show of weakness made purely to stall for time. He truly wanted to live.
Or rather, to the current Demon Cave Master, face no longer mattered.
He had never really known many powerhouses from other Higher Dimensional Planes in the first place.
Over the long years of the past, the Demon Cave Master had more often shrunk deep within his own Demon Cave Time-Space, relying on the authority of his homeland time-space to enjoy the honor of being the lord of a dimensional plane.
Compared with powerhouses like Destruction Demon God Locke, Dao Ancestor Hongjun, the Dark Nether Death God, and the Limitless Golden Emperor, who frequently appeared at the card table of High-Dimensional War, the Demon Cave Master's presence was indeed more closed off, and also a little more gloomy.
Therefore, whether it was humiliating or not was simply not