The boundless eternal night pervades between heaven and earth, as if trying to devour everything in the world.
Xiahou Shou stands on the terrace of a pavilion, gazing into the unfathomable night, his eyes as cold as millennia-old ice.
"Just one step away..."
He is unwilling.
Just that little difference, and the Human Clan would be buried by his own hand, but who could have thought the Second Prince would have such a move?
Even if he is willing to perish together with the Human Clan, the other Demon Clan members don't want that, nor does the Ancient Divine Punishment.
Even if he welcomes the arrival of the Ancient Master to the eternal night in the future, the Ancient Master would surely reclaim his arm and the Ancient Divine Punishment, and by then, he might not have the power to exact revenge by himself.
In that case, he could only ask the Ancient Master for help.
If he could personally wipe out the Human Clan, it would naturally be the best.
"Ancient Divine Punishment."
