"You are a demon, born a demon, destined never to have love, yet you defy the laws of heaven, Yin Ming! Do you want the entire demon race to perish with you?"

Yin Ming glanced coldly at the dark shadow in mid-air, then raised his hand and shattered it.

The black aura dissipated, but soon it reformed and rushed towards Yin Ming.

"Yin Ming, Yin Ming, have you forgotten... the emotional ties you severed? For a woman, you didn't even care about tens of thousands of demon people?"

" Shut up."

Yin Ming spoke coldly.

"Hahaha, Yin Ming, Yin Ming, is it worth giving up the chance to break through to the Divine Realm for a woman?"

"As long as you kill Jun Liuyue and achieve the Dao of Ruthlessness, you will be the only true god in this Nine Provinces Continent! At that time, all divine realms and holy realms will only become dust under the feet of the demon race."

"For tens of thousands of years, the demon race has been hiding in this desolate and barren land. Yin Ming, you are a demon born from heaven and earth! You were destined to become a demon god, but you actually gave up everything for a woman. Was it worth it?"

"If the people of the Demon Realm knew that the king they supported had abandoned them for a woman, how would they feel?"

Boom! Demonic energy surged out, firmly binding the demonic soul in mid-air, while the pillar behind the demonic soul shattered with a crash.

"Yin Ming, you can't kill me. We are one, hahaha." The demon soul laughed heartily, transforming into Yin Ming's appearance in mid-air. "Yin Ming, you are a demon god! Kill that woman, kill her... the demon people will thank you."

"Why is it that the Divine Realm can occupy the most spiritually concentrated place in the Nine Provinces, while the Demon Race can only stay in the Lower Nine Provinces full of miasma? Yin Ming, as long as you kill her... all of this can be changed!"

"Why should the temple be the only one to make these decisions? What right do those useless, good-for-nothing idiots in the temple have?"

"I told you, shut up!"

A swirling vortex appeared above the main hall, and Yin Ming threw the demonic soul directly into it.

"Yin Ming, you will regret this. You will regret your choice today. You chose that woman. How can you face your master..."

The voice of the demonic soul vanished completely as the vortex disappeared.

At this moment, cold sweat seeped from Yin Ming's forehead, flowing down the contours of his temples, soaking a large area of ​​his dark robe.