The old fiend had lived for over four thousand years and could truly be called a peerless figure. Indeed, as he said, who in his generation still remained in this world?
Yet, at this moment, he was begging the divine king for mercy. To survive, he had forsaken everything, even going so far as to kneel and kowtow.
"Caiyun..." Jiang Taixu called softly, looking down at the woman in his arms, his expression incomparably gentle, as if fearing he would wake her.
"Brother Taixu, spare me. In this mortal world, of our generation, only you and I remain," the old fiend's voice quivered, again pleading for mercy.
The divine king abruptly raised his head. His eyes flashed like lightning with divine radiance, and boundless murderous intent surged forth. He coldly fixated on the old fiend, the War Spear in his hand spouting purple light.
The old fiend's face turned pale. He knew his adversary's killing intent was resolute and could not be swayed. Grimly, he said, "Let us die together then!"
