The moment the Demon God Will descended, Di Nian Evil Spirit sensed the approach of death.
He knew full well that under the Demon God Will's scrutiny, he had no secrets he could hide.
With a mere thought, the Demon God could read his entire past, from his birth to his ascension as a Monarch today.
Cheating in the trial, withholding intelligence, deliberately deviating from the prescribed trial of the mind-each offense was enough to warrant his death a hundred times over.
His wild joy at becoming a Monarch had yet to fade before it gave way to the grief of knowing his life was about to end.
Overwhelming joy and grief churned and collided, weighing down his consciousness.
"Bully, we'll hold hands on the road to the underworld. Death's guaranteed this time. A sure thing." Evil Eye's calm voice reached him.
At those words, Di Nian tugged at the corners of his mouth and gave a helpless laugh.
At this point, any struggle was meaningless.
All beneath the Demon God were ants, even if he had taken that crucial step and become a Monarch.
Before that supreme will, he was still too insignificant to withstand a single blow.
Even if he wanted to defend himself, his answer did not matter to the Demon God.
Casually erasing an out-of-control Monarch would hardly count as a loss to the Dark Tide.
He felt the power inside him surging wildly beyond his control. This was most likely the Demon God's supreme will penetrating his consciousness and examining his life structure.
The last shred of hope in his heart shattered completely.
He simply gave up, no longer deliberately restraining his restless origin power, and let the cold will roam freely through his body.
He gazed into the distance at the Insect Race and