"It really is a fake!" What Qin Fen meant was that the doll wasn't the Nail-Head Seven-Arrows Book at all. It was the Enchanter Demon made manifest!
The Wraith Demon's heart shuddered. Are you trying to comfort me or hurt me? Fuck you.
Jack's eyes grew wet as he watched the figure writhe and struggle. That was his second brother. They shared the same origin and had been brothers for ten thousand years. How could he fail to recognize him? Even if his appearance was different, that distinctive aura could not lie. Besides, his true spirit had now coalesced, which meant the Enchanter Demon's three souls and seven spirits had begun to shatter. His divine soul had already collapsed.
Never mind a Grand Unity Immortal being powerless to save him; there was practically no hope unless the Heavenly Dao intervened. But would the Heavenly Dao act? At most, it would reply that every sip and bite was predestined! In the Mortal Realm, the Enchanter Demon's condition would be called a terminal rally, his final struggle before death.
"Second Brother, is that really you?"
The figure looked at Jack, wanting only to say, Fuck, who else would it be? Heaven help me. To think that a mighty Demon God like me would die so miserably, and at the hands of my own people, who even thought they were avenging me. What a fucking twisted trap!
The Wraith Demon's heart turned ice-cold. "I killed Second Brother with my own hands?" he murmured.
The Enchanter Demon looked at him in agony. *This is so unfair. So fucking unfair. Caught in the crossfire again when I wasn't even doing anything. Why does this keep happening to me? How am I supposed to live like this? At least let me say my last words before