Isesweisha, the Demon God Lord, seeing this, thought there was a turn of events and continued:
"You are still under the constraint of your Holy Lord! It must be very unpleasant, right? If you were to join us, you would be a completely free person."
"At that time, you could do whatever you wanted, and no one would be able to stop you. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Isesweisha, the Demon God Lord, clearly mistook Xian'er for Hesyadam, the Sovereign of the Glorious Empire.
He repeated the words he had spoken to Hesyadam, the Sovereign of the Glorious Empire, to Xian'er.
Xian'er nodded, and under Isesweisha, the Demon God Lord's eyes full of surprise, she said:
"I understand, you are the one the Holy Lord mentioned who sows discord, aren't you?"
Upon hearing this, Isesweisha, the Demon God Lord's expression turned sour.
He said with a stiff face:
"How can you say that? Things are inherently this way. As long as you join us, you will undoubtedly gain supreme benefits."
"Are you happy right now? Still under someone's control!"
Xian'er immediately let out a cold laugh, pointing her sword at Isesweisha, the Demon God Lord.
"Your otherworld demon race is truly united. Someone has said this to me before."
"But do you know what happened to that person in the end?"
Isesweisha, the Demon God Lord subconsciously asked, "What?"
Then he heard Xian'er say fiercely:
"Torn to pieces by my Holy Lord!"
The incident Xian'er mentioned was when they were in another world, and two demon lords were also trying to sow discord among them.
As a result, both demon lords died, leaving not even a whole corpse.
Hearing this, Isesweisha, the Demon God Lord clearly realized something and recalled the two demons they had sent to the other world.
"We already knew those two idiots were killed by you!"
"But their deaths were not in vain, for they failed to complete their mission!"
Isesweisha, the Demon God Lord felt no sadness for the death of his own kind, but rather hatred.
His selfish nature was clearly displayed.
At this moment, Isesweisha, the Demon God Lord understood that no matter what else he said, this powerful goddess would not let him go.
However, he was unwilling to give up a shred of hope until the last moment.
But just as he was about to say more, a voice came from below.
"Sister Goddess! Please don't listen to him, this demon is extremely wicked, you must be careful!"
The two divine lords simultaneously looked down at the person who spoke.
They saw Wen Jingjing, the lord of the territory, cupping her hands around her mouth like a small loudspeaker and shouting loudly.
She was very worried that Xian'er would turn to Isesweisha, the Demon God Lord's side.
Before Xian'er could react, Isesweisha, the Demon God Lord said angrily:
"When I'm speaking, who are you to interrupt! Foolish human, die!"
With that, he casually waved a stream of demonic energy directly towards Wen Jingjing, the lord of the territory.
However, before the demonic energy could reach Wen Jingjing, it was blocked by a divine artifact.
"You wish to resist? You are not worthy!"
After blocking the demonic energy, the divine artifact did not immediately return to Xian'er's hand.
Instead, it took a detour and, with a powerful momentum, struck directly at Isesweisha, the Demon God Lord.
Seeing such a fierce sword strike, Isesweisha, the Demon God Lord was greatly alarmed and immediately tried to flee.
However, it was too late. The moment he tried to run, the divine artifact had already reached his back and pierced deeply into his spine.
"Ah!"
With a piercing scream, Isesweisha, the Demon God Lord fell from the sky.
He was not completely dead yet, but his wounds grew larger and larger, just like the wounded mother goddess Milsilina.
Clearly, he did not have long to live.
Even at this point, he widened his eyes and kept muttering.
"How is this possible? How is this possible? All of this is fake. How can foolish gods be as powerful as our otherworld demon race?"
"Our otherworld demon race is the favored one of the Creator. I am the great Demon Lord, how can I die at this moment? It's impossible, absolutely impossible, I will not die!"
However, as he spoke, his breath grew weaker and weaker.
His later words were almost inaudible, with no one able to hear them.
Xian'er also descended slowly from the sky. Compared to the disheveled Isesweisha, the Demon God Lord,
Xian'er was as perfect as a true goddess, captivating everyone.
Although others could not hear what Isesweisha, the Demon God Lord was saying, Xian'er could.
She stood before Isesweisha, the Demon God Lord and said word by word:
"No, you will die! Anyone who dares to offend the great Holy Lord will surely die!"
"And you are not the favored one of the Creator. Only our great Holy Lord is."
Xian'er used some unknown means, but Isesweisha, the Demon God Lord, who was already on the verge of death, could still hear her words.
His eyes widened further, and he kept talking, his mouth gradually stopping.
He was clearly devastated.
His eyes were filled with despair and the aura of death, and then they slowly lost their luster.
A moment later, he breathed his last.
Even in death, his unwillingness was reflected in everyone's eyes.
With the death of the leader of the otherworld demon race, the remaining members of the otherworld demon race were no match.
They were quickly wiped out by the immortal demon troops.
The gods and civilians who had fled far away for fear of being caught in the war,
now saw that the immortal demon troops had won and slowly returned.
They seemed unable to comprehend what was happening before them.
It took a long while before someone murmured.
"We won, we really won! The immortal demon troops actually defeated the demons!"
This single sentence broke the silent spell, and everyone seemed to awaken from a dream.
They rushed out, exclaiming joyfully:
"We won, we won! We are out of danger, we have won!"
"It's all thanks to the immortal demon troops, they saved us!"
"So powerful, it's truly incredible!"