The Evil Spirit King had been watching the Demon Cave Master walk toward death.
From the shattering of the Origin Heart Core, to the collapse of the Rule True Body, to those marks of a higher-dimensional existence being erased bit by bit by Locke, Saine, and the others.
All of it fell clearly into the Evil Spirit King's eyes.
He remained silent for a long time.
To the Evil Spirit King, the impact brought by this war was too great.
On one hand, he had seen with his own eyes that a Level-13 Lord of Dimension could die too.
Not retreat in defeat, not suffer grievous wounds, not be forced to yield benefits.
But truly be surrounded and killed! Have his Heart Core smashed, his traces erased, and be dragged down completely from the lord's seat of a Higher Dimensional Plane!
On the other hand, this also made the Evil Spirit King's hunger for a higher realm become more urgent than ever before.
If even a Level-13 Native Dimension Lord like the Demon Cave Master would die, then what about himself?
Even though the Evil Spirit King was now drawing closer and closer to that threshold, in the end, he had still not truly crossed it.
If the Evil Swamp Time-Space Dimension Lord awakened in the future and followed the aura of his rules to find him, what would the Evil Spirit King use to resist?
Rely on Wuzhuo? Rely on Temple Lords like the Blue-eyed Octopus and Lian Mo?
The Evil Spirit King knew very clearly in his heart that those fellows simply could not be relied upon.
When it truly came to the critical moment between life and death, if they could keep from turning around and taking a bite out of him, that would already count as