This moment.
Black Du Wei appeared before Evil Spirit Du Wei, accompanied by the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods and the tower.
"This time, I have won,"
"Or rather, we have won."
Behind Black Du Wei, the Demon Gods stood in utter silence, each of these great conceptual beings emanating a terrifying will.
They were a form of contamination.
Conceptually, they could corrupt everything.
Similarly, this gave reason to their indestructible nature, their undying essence.
The "we" he referred to also included the Demon Gods.
Because he was a representative of the Demon Gods, or rather, a vessel for them—an incarnation of Du Wei in the guise of a Demon God.
And at that moment.
Evil Spirit Du Wei responded with indifference.
"He" looked down from above and said calmly, "There are no winners in this world, you are but a copy of me, so what if your essence is that of a Demon God?"
"Tell me, what do you have to win with?"
Evil Spirit Du Wei crushed Paimon to death in his grasp.
