"Please, begin." Feng Xiu gestured with a raised hand, his expression utterly unchanged, as though the man before him, who was about to exhaust his life, had nothing whatsoever to do with him.
Vassago nodded slightly and walked toward the orange-gold Hexagram Mark carved into the floor at the center of the room.
A Long-Handled Staff radiating an orange glow appeared in his palm, then floated horizontally before him.
Orange-yellow spiritual power flowed out of Vassago, lending an air of transcendence to the most powerful Demon Race Prophet in demon history.
As he sensed the Life Essence that had only just been replenished begin draining away again like water through opened floodgates, Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu, who stood guard beside him, showed a flicker of emotion in his eyes. It vanished almost immediately.
The Star Demon Palace was one of the most heavily guarded places in all demon territory. With the Star Demon God casting Great Prophecy within his own palace, no one would disturb him, allowing him to devote himself entirely to foreseeing the future.
Because they had failed to kill the human who had appeared out of nowhere in Dream Paradise, the visions the Star Demon God had seen during his previous Great Prophecy were shattering one after another, giving way to entirely new scenes shrouded in mist.
Vassago knew perfectly well that his remaining Life Essence could not sustain him as he uncovered them one by one.
Besides, he had to preserve enough life force to cling to life for his race for a few more years, until Xing Sha could take the authority of the Demon Race Prophet from his hands.
Vassago was willing to devote his entire life to his race. As long as it could help them escape their inevitable destruction, he would