"Pfft!!"
With a wave of his hand, Yuan extinguished the wisp of black flame at his fingertip.
The more he learned and the more detailed his projections became, the more he felt a suffocating despair.
Ten thousand years ago, because he and Xu both existed within the Netherworld, he had at least stood a slim chance of victory in a fight to the death.
Now, facing the Black Tower, which had grown into a colossus, was like standing in a ring against a heavyweight whose sheer bulk nearly filled it. It was no longer a question of whether he could win-even breathing was a struggle.
He could find no way out, and hoping his opponent would make a mistake was even less realistic.
Once the Black Tower unleashed the reserves it had accumulated over more than a hundred thousand years, failure would leave it no second chance to build them up.
Thus, every decision it made was cautious and deliberate. As long as its advantage continued to grow with time, even a ninety-nine percent chance of victory would seem insufficiently safe.
Once it struck, an overwhelming tide would sweep in like collapsing mountains and sinking seas, ensuring its enemies had no room even to struggle. This was the future the Abyss's heavenly demon realm consciousness could clearly foresee, leaving only two choices: death or surrender.
"Wooo..."
Suddenly, the ghostly wails that had echoed through the Dark Plane for ten thousand years fell silent.
Yuan's consciousness abruptly descended into the core of the heavenly demon realm consciousness. Seated in the boundless void, he sensed trillions upon trillions of heavenly demons.
Compared with ten thousand years ago, the number of heavenly demons had actually declined rather than increased. Some had been consumed by the projections of the heavenly demon realm consciousness, some