The Heartbroken Witch's demon body exploded into tiny fragments, with the dust floating in the sky eventually emitting a silent wail before slowly dissolving into the dark depths.
"Clap... Clap... Clap..."
The Jester Emperor seemed to sense something, his drooping eyelids gently opening.
He sat up, clapped his hands thrice, and on his heavily made-up face, a strange smile emerged:
"The Human Race emperor of Great Completion, if not for his waning life, even without toys for support, might have had a chance to defeat a Half-Step Deity."
"Unfortunately, after a short-lived climax following a fierce battle, his aura began to decline."
"You might as well end it yourself, present your head to me, and I'd like to taste it, recalling the flavor of the old times."
