The Demon God withdrew his gaze and swept his spear across, driving away the five-colored radiance and cutting off all prying eyes.
Fan Wu and the other Demon Race Supremes wore grave expressions tinged with despair...
"My lord... is there truly no way to turn this around?" Fan Wu asked, his voice strained.
He did not dare imagine what fate awaited the Demon Race if the Demon God fell...
It would likely be a hundred times more despairing than what Kunyu had once witnessed!
Chu Yuan had never been a soft-hearted man...
The Demon God shook his head. "After I fight Chu Yuan... seize the chance and flee.
"The farther, the better. Leave the Great Universe!"
"Leave the Great Universe... but where could we go?" Fan Wu asked blankly.
Beyond the Great Universe lay endless void, with no soil in which life could exist!
There was no energy, and laws did not manifest...
Even Supremes, under such conditions where one could only enter and never leave, how long could they endure?
"There will always be a sliver of hope..." The Demon God fell silent for a moment before suddenly asking, "Do you know the root of martial arts?"
Naturally, the Demon Race Supremes did not know. Without waiting for their answer, the Demon God continued.
"If living beings of the Second, Third, Fourth, and Fifth Eras knew of martial arts, it was because of the information carried by the imprints integrated from the Sea of Law Origins...
"But the Sea of Law Origins in the First Era had no way to extract such information.
"Martial arts did not arise from nothing.
"So why did He make the achievement of one's own inner universe the ultimate goal of a Warrior?"
Fan Wu remained silent. Did any of what the Demon God