Every time he used his power, the conflict inside him grew more violent.
He felt as though his body and Divine Soul were a sack about to be torn apart.
He looked fine on the outside, but within... he was on the verge of collapse.
The little demon had seen right through him.
Han Wuji narrowed his black left eye and golden right eye at the same time, fixing them firmly on Seven.
After a brief lull, the atmosphere on the battlefield turned strange and tense once more.
One was a gambler who had forcibly fused the power of gods and demons and was on the verge of losing control.
The other was a profound and unfathomable "little girl" of the Featherlight Tribe who had remained an outsider throughout.
They had just dealt with a "third party," and now a new standoff had taken shape. Han Wuji smiled. His strange, overlapping black-and-gold voice echoed through the ruins, hoarse and weary, yet all the more manic.
"Does it hurt?"
He repeated the word as if savoring an amusing joke.
"Of course it hurts."
He admitted it openly, fervor flickering in his golden right eye.
"Putting a god beneath my feet and locking a Demon King in a cage—the thrill of desecrating the supreme beings of both realms at once... Ordinary people can't even imagine it. How could they understand the pain that comes with it?"
He took a step forward.
"Boom!"
The ground beneath his foot shattered, webbed cracks spreading in every direction. Black-and-gold energy surged wildly over his body like living poisonous flames. Wherever it passed, even space rippled.
Every additional word he spoke and every movement he made worsened the tearing sensation inside him. His Divine Soul was like a cloth being pulled apart by two giant beasts, groaning