The nine-headed black snake's humongous body had already been completely devoured and digested by the Heaven Devouring Titanic Beast.

The Heaven Devouring Avatar had grown stronger. As for how much, Wu Yu himself knew all too well. It was basically at its limit, about equal to his real body.

The white-haired, red-eyed Wu Yu held the Imperial Insignia in his hands, standing by Wu Yu's side. The two seemed more or less similar in terms of power. Each had their own strengths. While they constantly reminded themselves that this was a clone, it was hard not to think of it as Wu Yu's real body when they fought.

His real body, the Heaven Devouring Avatar, the Black Phoenix.

When Wu Yu identified the direness of his situation, he swiftly made a series of decisions. The Nine-Headed Demon King had been a crucial first step; otherwise, his Heaven Devouring Avatar would have been hard pressed to change the situation. But now it could.

"You should be thanking your lucky stars that Prince Diablo has to maintain the stability of the Eternal Darkness and is unable...