The demonic emperor saw the entire distorted space stabilize before his eyes. His mind refused to believe. He couldn't see or feel almost anything on the other side of the spatial prison; he had no ability with these laws. But... he felt clearly the Yin of all demons dying at once.
He thought it might be some collective suicide. However, now, all dimensional fissures began to retract slowly. His shock only increased; soon, fear and shame haunted him.
"Damn it... the ancestor had to intervene twice before." He muttered, looking piercingly. "Now I used everyone to ensure the whale had no escape, but still, it surpassed everything. If the ancestor finds out I had to act directly, I'll never be able to lift my head again."
He took a deep breath and focused on ending everything in a second. Then, he squeezed an emperor emblem in his fist. It was precisely the method of lightly controlling spatial laws; a small crack appeared in the middle of the prison.
