Ye Qiyan stepped out of Hyperspace.
But beside him, another, different [world] appeared.
It belonged to him, to the Demon Overlord: Wandering Hell.
Thump! Thump!
His heart pounded wildly.
It was proof of his excitement.
Once again, Ye Qiyan stood before a God.
Once again, he would [blaspheme] a God.
The Hunt Ring pulsed.
The End of [Nether] was continually shut out by this power.
And conversely, now that The End had been shut out,
within this world that belonged to Ye Qiyan,
the Rebellion Cross played the sublime, sacred Movement of the Demon King.
The opening piece began.
A Crown fell into his palm.
Ye Qiyan walked forward.
Wraith gritted his teeth, images of himself being smashed apart by [Truth] flashing through his mind.
[Truth] had shattered his courage.
Had Ye Qiyan not insisted on dragging him back with [Judgment Enforcer], Wraith would have chosen to leave the moment he discovered this human was not so easy to deal with.
But now he could no longer escape.
This hateful human!
Why did he insist on refusing to let him go?!
He was clearly nothing more than someone who had yet to fully mature. What made him think he could face a God?!
Unable to escape, Wraith was forced to fight.
Without a doubt, he was not strong.
He was even weaker than [Predation], whom Ye Qiyan had truly hunted for the first time.
But no matter how weak a True God was, he was still a True God.
The [Stamina] and [Mental Power] accumulated over long ages did not lie.
Raw numbers did not lie.
Wraith was not a True God with complicated powers.
He was a lucky one.
Once upon a time, when he had been merely an Apostle of a God, he had luckily picked up the