The Creation Demon gazed coldly at Him, "What deal?"
Manipulating Lynn's body, King of Cruelty Kushustan looked around the devastated Soron Mountain Range, "We've fought for so long without a clear winner, why not set aside this battle for now?"
"My goal has always been singular—to let this audacious ant taste the flavor of despair."
"Let me take him away." Kushustan clenched his beastly claws and revealed his ghastly white teeth. "In exchange, you may return to my domain with me."
"At that time, I will select a suitable host for you and help you ascend back to godhood."
"How does that sound?"
Upon hearing this, the Creation Demon furrowed its brows.
It was controlling the black mud to mend its body while sensing the degree of integration with Lynn, seemingly caught in a difficult decision.
Meanwhile, Kushustan spread his Demon Wings and floated midair, his expression fierce as he watched Him, in no rush.
He seemed quite sure of the Creation Demon's choice.
