The Gap Between Demon Gods and Demon Gods

People from different worlds might have all kinds of different customs.

But the posture for begging for mercy was always the same.

This emissary of Dormammu was no different. And in that split second while he was stunned and distracted, Zarathos's dark tendrils had already chased him down like a bone-deep infection!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~"

They nimbly wound around the scattered points of light that were still fighting the dark-purple runes and precisely caught the location of the emissary's core consciousness as it tried to regroup after dispersing!

"Got you!"

A cold will, filled with devouring desire, locked onto the emissary. Several of the thickest dark tendrils snapped shut in an instant, clamping down on the core mass of consciousness he was trying to flee with like steel traps! The suckers and barbs on the tendrils sank deep into his consciousness energy and began sucking it dry like mad!

"Glug, glug, glug~ Glug, glug, glug~" At the same time, more dark-purple ice flames closed in from every direction, completely sealing off every possible path of escape!

"No!! No—!!! Lord Dormammu! Save me!!!"

The emissary let out a shrill scream of utter despair.

He struggled desperately, trying to scatter again, to detonate part of his consciousness in hopes of escaping, but under the restraints of Zarathos's dark tendrils, which contained ancient rules, and the freezing of the ice flames, all resistance was futile!

His consciousness energy was like piled snow under sunlight, rapidly drawn out and devoured. The memory fragments he carried, information about this universe, and even part of Dormammu's power brand, all poured like floodwaters through an opened gate into Zarathos's greedy "Consciousness Stomach," becoming the purest nourishment in full!

"Aaaaaaaah!"

Finally, after a violent, brief convulsion on the soul level, every trace of the emissary's resistance vanished completely.