In that Demon God's eyes, Morax was a hypocritical scoundrel.
All he wanted was to be finished off honorably after his defeat, not asked, "What would have happened if there were no war?"
And he certainly should not have been subjected to that pitying gaze.
It was like saying, "I beat you, but now I want to ask what would have happened if we hadn't fought."
That was not a question. It was gloating.
And then he had to endure a look that said, "You poor thing."
That was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation a defeated opponent could suffer.
So he would rather kill himself than look at Morax's face a moment longer.
Only after standing frozen in place and thinking for a very, very long time did Morax finally understand that reasoning-and why the Demon God had killed himself.
"What have I done..." Morax clutched his head in anguish as he stared at the corpse before him.
He had meant no harm. He had only wanted to know whether his opponent had been left with no choice.
Although Xiu Yuan had already told him when the war began that many Demon Gods would undoubtedly come to attack Liyue.
But Morax wanted to hear the answer from his opponent himself.
It was like elders drawing on their experience to warn young people not to fall into pointless traps.
Yet there were always some hot-blooded youths who refused to believe them and insisted on trying for themselves before they would accept the outcome.
Morax was one of those people.
At its core, his behavior amounted to questioning whether everything Xiu Yuan had said was true.
Of course, Morax leaned more toward believing it was not.
Before this incident, the kindhearted Morax had always regarded them as no different from the Demon Gods