"Ah, Moro!"
The Devil Master threw back his head and roared in fury, practically maddened with hatred.
This was too much!
Boundless rage shot up from his chest, impossible to suppress any longer, rushing straight to the crown of his head. Terrifying demonic qi surged to the skies, shaking heaven and earth in the Demon Realm.
Forget Chiyou refusing to cooperate with him—this Moro actually wanted to cast aside the entire Demon Realm and monopolize the Three Realms all by himself.
He truly wanted to know: in ancient times, when the Demon Realm had poured out in full force and taken advantage of the moment when demons rose and the Way declined, even they had failed to accomplish it. Where did Moro get the courage to do it alone?
Who gave you that courage?
He was different. He had personally experienced that war, so he knew that if they wanted to occupy the Three Realms, each fighting their own battle was absolutely unworkable. Only by joining forces would they have a chance to take the Three Realms.
For this, he had not hesitated to lower his head and seek peace with Chiyou. Who would have known that Moro's idea was actually to take the Three Realms for himself alone?
Boom!
At last, he could not hold back and charged toward Chiyou. If he did not fight this battle and vent a little, he felt the fury in his chest could burn the entire Demon Realm to ash.
Wutian stood in the air.
Black Robe said, "Lord Buddha, what should we do next?"
"Wait!"
Wutian sat down cross-legged.
"Wait?" Black Robe froze.
Wutian nodded lightly. "Over these years, This Seat has understood one thing: when the destined calamity has not yet arrived, no one can force it."
Black Robe turned back