The ancestor was shaking with anger and fear.
He had sacrificed his ancestral weapon, the Seal of Destruction, just to defeat that bastard. He had even hurt his origin source in the process. Yet that demon was still alive and had even possessed the empress of the empire under his protection.
It was truly a humiliation to his existence.
But he knew he couldn't defeat this demon anymore.
Firstly, he was not in his prime anymore, and he had already lost his weapon, which he had used to defeat the demon before.
Secondly, the demon had already merged with the soul of the empress. If he did anything rash, there was a chance that he would only harm the empress and wouldn't be able to do anything to the actual demon.
So his only hope was this supreme existence floating in the dark world with absolutely calm eyes right now. Those eyes were so calm that they felt chilling.
