"Zhou Heng, you're too despicable!" As the Dark Devil Lord fended off the endless Shadow Undead, he cursed Zhou Heng.
Despicable?
"You've brought this upon yourself!" Zhou Heng shook his head. There was simply nothing to say to such a petty man—he had always thought the great fiend suppressed by the former Five Saints was some peerless tyrant. Who would have thought he was merely a petty man who had stumbled in while robbing a tomb? Though the Dark Devil Lord's strength at the time had allowed him to look down upon the Three Realms, in terms of character, he truly was nothing but a petty man.
What was the point of wasting words on a petty man? Even killing Zhou Heng would bring no sense of glory. Better to slaughter him quickly, then leave this place!
Not only had the Dark Devil Lord's blood sacrifice failed to shatter the heavens, it had completely destroyed the protection of this small world's laws. Great numbers of Shadow Undead were now pouring in through the breach.
This was the deathly aura upon that God King. Once it spread completely, even his corpse would return to dust and earth. It was a process of countless reversals!
Even Zhou Heng had no solution.
How could he contend against the power of a God King?
Therefore, his only option was to leave this place. Unlike the Dark Devil Lord, he had taken full control of this world. Tearing open the heavens and escaping was hardly difficult for him.
"Help me get out just this once! I don't want the Divine Core Fragment anymore. I can help you, really, I can help you!" the Dark Devil Lord pleaded with Zhou Heng.
He truly was a petty man. Any true tyrant would only stride generously toward death—how