Hongjun had been just about to make up his mind.
Then he suddenly stopped.
Frowning, he looked at the deity whose form was gradually coalescing in the darkness. The deity had once again taken on the appearance of a gaunt old man.
Now, he looked utterly smug.
"The darkness clinging to you is already tightly bound to your soul."
"Even if you self-detonate, you still won't escape it. Of course, you can try. The outcome won't change."
"Of course, you can try right now, too. The consequence will be me personally taking action and continuing to expand the Primordial World's territory."
"I'm about to fall into darkness anyway. Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me."
"It's a little shameless, but who cares? At worst, I'll sink into darkness completely. What's there to fear?"
Dao Ancestor Hongjun's face turned livid.
He was certain this fellow was telling the truth.
He had already sensed how unusual this darkness was.
It was just that, at first, he had been somewhat unwilling to believe it.
Now, whether he wanted to or not, he had to believe.
He could not bear the consequences of letting this deity charge in. Everyone dying, or him alone dying for the time being—that was the choice.
Clearly, the other party had already given him the answer: keep him here.
Of course, he could charge in himself.
But fighting this Dark Deity to the death would be meaningless.
All he needed to do now was keep the other party firmly pinned here.
Everything else was an illusion.
The people around them listened to their exchange, their eyes filled with fury and hatred.
This Dark Deity was too wicked.
His wickedness knew no bounds. At the same time, he made them realize just how shameless and powerful their