The Demon God wore a look of reluctance, yet the situation before him was extremely unfavorable, leaving him locked in an inner struggle.
In the end, his greed for the Primordial World triumphed over everything. He let out a sharp, piercing howl toward the heavens—a sound that seemed to rise from the deepest nether-hells, freighted with eerie ripples.
Following this howl, an even denser aura of darkness surged from the depths of the abyss, and twisted black cracks materialized out of thin air.
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