As Old White Ape's shout ended, demon aura surged within him. The next moment, patches of flesh burst across his body, spraying bloody mist and leaving him looking utterly wretched.
Finally, Old White Ape tumbled from midair and collapsed on the ground. The strange phenomena in the sky vanished at that moment, and calm returned.
"Why?"
Fat Old Man looked at Old White Ape, who lay dying on the ground, his aura having fallen back to the Demon King realm, and asked indifferently.
"Once, a master said that leaving is for the sake of a better return."
Old White Ape lay on the ground, panting heavily, yet still wore a faint smile.
Fat Old Man froze. "Which master said that?"
"That isn't important."
"I'm sorry you had to see me in such a wretched state."
"I never expected this shroud to end up dyed red by my own blood, either."
Old White Ape's pure white shroud had turned bright red. He smiled mockingly at himself, struggled into a sitting position, and glanced toward Seven-Tailed Fox. "Perhaps I had a better, more comfortable path to take..."
"But that no longer matters."
"The one your elder brother truly wanted to kill was always me. You were merely an excuse for him to feign anger and get the Demon Lord to act."
"That way, he could overturn the board outright, without wasting any more time on Barbarian City."
"I survived this time, so what awaits me next will certainly be an even fiercer attack from Eight-Tailed Fox. You would die along with me, making that excuse complete."
"But now, I've crippled my own cultivation to show my sincerity. Retreating to the Human Race is tantamount to suicide, so Eight-Tailed Fox won't pay too much attention to you anymore. At the very least, you'll