His words struck directly at the Demon Emperor's sore spot, startling him.
When he saw who it was, he immediately fell silent.
Wang Shi looked at him solemnly.
"The Demon Emperor Position has shackled you tight. You cannot protect your children, cannot become a Saint, and the Demon Tribe declines by the day. Why are you still so stubborn?"
His words were like a staff blow to the head, crashing straight into the Demon Emperor's mind.
He recalled everything that had happened.
What did it matter if he handled countless affairs every day? The Demon Tribe was still going from bad to worse.
What did it matter if he stood below the Saints but above countless millions?
What use was any of it if he could not even protect his own children?
At that thought, his shame flared into anger.
"Fellow Daoist Stone Spirit is right. Someone like me occupies the Demon Emperor Position, yet does such foolish things. It is all my fault."
Especially when he saw Houtu's phantom behind the Ancestral Witches, he realized that he could not even avenge them.
Thinking of his own helplessness, he sank into utter despair.
"What is the point of living? I have accomplished nothing and only brought suffering upon the Demon Tribe. Enough, enough. I might as well die here today."
He opened his palm, actually intending to kill himself.
Fortunately, Nuwa had been prepared and immediately immobilized his body.
"Leave the Demon Emperor to me!"
Wang Shi came up to the Demon Emperor.
Carrying the Demon Emperor in one hand, he headed toward the Northern Kuru Continent.
Only after entering the endless mountains did he toss the Demon Emperor out.
He said little, merely telling him to follow.
They traveled through the Northern Kuru Continent.
The Demon Emperor noticed something