Beneath the starry sky, Su Bai remained clad in white, untouched by a speck of dust.
He calmly gazed into the depths of Wujin's darkness, at the Great Devil King's figure.
The Great Devil King's gaze also pierced through the void and met Su Bai's.
There was no anger in his eyes over the destruction of a hundred billion Devil Race soldiers, nor did the deaths of thirteen Half-Step Demon Kings stir the slightest ripple within him.
To a King, all things in the world and countless living beings were merely dust upon the earth. No matter how great their numbers, they were nothing more than insignificant ants.
The chessboard was laid before him, and he regarded the pieces as ants.
He watched it all calmly, even transcendently.
"The game is over."
Su Bai spoke faintly, his voice shattering the deathly silence.
The darkness surrounding the Great Devil King rippled slightly. All his earlier emotional fluctuations had vanished, and a voice devoid of any feeling slowly rang out.
"Indeed, it is over."
"Using these discarded pieces to see through your hidden cards was worth it."
"Su Bai, I admit that you exceeded my expectations."
"But all this is only the beginning."
"Beneath the Throne, all are ants."
"You scattered your Fortune and severed your own path ahead. In the end, you have chosen the path to death."
In the depths of darkness, the all-devouring black aura around the Great Devil King began to contract violently before suddenly expanding.
He slowly rose to his feet.
An indescribable sense of dead silence descended between heaven and earth!
Every living being felt a tremor born from the instinct of their souls. They involuntarily stopped moving and looked in horror toward the source of darkness.
The Great Devil King's figure remained shrouded behind mist,