The battlefield of monsters under Morax's charge was cleared in an instant.
As if he had thought of something, he frowned and descended from the sky.
The spatial gates around him, along with the black-red energy cubes that formed the "Iron Lock," vanished the moment he landed.
"Phew... phew..."
Morax panted heavily, sweat sliding down his forehead. He looked utterly spent!
The Ruinous Dragon King took human form and hurried to Morax's side, reaching out to support him.
His eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment.
Before he could ask anything, Morax hurriedly said,
"Rottard, let's go back!"
"???"
Morax's voice was full of vigor. Perhaps because he was in a hurry, he could not even maintain the most basic appearance of "weakness"!
Sentient Beings: "..."
The Geo Archon was pretending, wasn't he?
It was probably his first time acting "weak," and he had completely botched it!
But why was he putting on such a weak appearance?
Was he wary of someone?
The Sentient Beings did not understand. The Sentient Beings were confused.
New Zhongli Mansion.
The clear-minded Ruinous Dragon King glanced sideways at Zhongli, and the corner of his eye twitched again.
Aether never made sense?
Anyone who did not know better would think you were the Sovereign of the Void!
Back then, he had been rather puzzled. During the Archon War, even when Morax had faced six or seven Demon Gods alone, he had never used this kind of power.
Yet during the journey to Cangria, he had used it!
He had originally wanted to ask about it afterward, but then came his erosion...
"Morax, is this the power of the usurper?"
"I signed a contract with the Heavenly Principle. I cannot speak of this matter."
"I am the God of Contracts. I cannot break a contract..."
"However,