He had chickened out. After dominating for so many years, the Abyssal Sage King had chickened out for the first time.
Although arriving at the Douluo Plane this time had been purely an unexpected gain, the Abyssal Sage King had never intended to return empty-handed, much less considered the possibility of suffering a crushing defeat.
After all, ever since becoming the lord of a plane, he had been invincible for far too long. He had long forgotten what it meant to advance cautiously and prioritize prudence.
Everything standing in his path had only one fate: being shattered by the Heavenly Saint Abyss-Splitting Halberd in his hands.
Yet this time, Mo Lin had finally reminded him of the frustration he had experienced before reaching the summit.
In terms of martial skill, divine artifacts—the Heavenly Saint Abyss-Splitting Halberd—and divine abilities—his devouring power—the Abyssal Sage King held no advantage in any of those three aspects.
One had to know that even for the weak to defeat the strong, the disadvantaged side needed an advantage their opponent lacked.
Now that he was at a complete disadvantage, there was no need to continue fighting. He did not even feel like uttering any threats. Seeing that Mo Lin was some distance away, he hastily opened a passage back to the Abyss Plane. All he wanted was to leave the Douluo Plane as quickly as possible. There would be plenty of time in the future.
Otherwise, he might truly perish here!
The pitch-black opening revealed nothing but endless void. The Abyssal Sage King did not hesitate in the slightest. He leaped deep into it, and the opening swiftly began to shrink.
Upon arriving at the deepest part of the Abyss Plane, feeling the familiar surroundings and the sensations of his divine body, the Abyssal Sage King finally