72 Chapter 72: The Mortal Spear 4 (1/2)

'WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED'

His mind was in disorder but he decided just to enjoy the moment, unfortunately, he could not since the blue flames were still burning him and he was still in agony.

”Noooooo!”

He heard an annoying voice shouting and turned his head in the direction, he found the origin it was the group of people he had faced before and the ones that came to save those people.

Smiling sinisterly he took a step in there direction, he will help these lost souls rejoin with there comrade. Taking his second step his body suddenly froze, the feeling was back. Fear, he shivered as he felt it once more only this time he didn't have his instincts screaming at him to run no, they were waving at him, saying ' goodbye, nice knowing yah'.

”Where are you going?” an ephemeral voice called out, causing goosebumps to appear on the Demon King's body. Looking forward the Demon King could see those would-be heroes and saviors stare wide-eyed behind him, their faces were a ghastly white and the angel woman was crying as she looked horrified.

Turning his head back to look behind him, something hit him right in the soul as he saw the hazy figure standing behind him, at the same position his hated enemy had just been obliterated. His knees buckled almost making him fall.

'ITS HIM!!!' The demon king thought as he looked at the figure in front of him take shape, Mythander was standing there again, yet he was somewhat see-through and even creepier one could see his skeleton behind his ethereal skin, his eyes blazed in a haunting blue light, the same color as the flames that were currently torturing him.

The Demon King did his best to steady himself, but he was shaking all over, he could not tell from what he was shaking nor could he sense death coming, he only knew that it was there. His fear almost maddened him while his body still burned in the bluish hellfire. Then a thought came to him as if a whisper, a tantalizing prospect.

'JUST GIVE UP'

He thought of just giving up, lying down and dying in peace, making all this torture stop, making the fear go away, making him stop shitting him...

”Oh fuck”

The Demon King just figured out that he shat himself out of fear at this moment.

”It is time”

The voice was heard again, bringing the Demon King back from his reflection of the point that he had no more face. The Demon King did the braves thing he thought he could do at that moment and ran.

Mythander stared at the retreating Demon King, he stretched out his hand to his side, which caused all the blood, flesh, and bones of his previous mortal body to be pulled towards it.

Boom!

The Retreating Demon King fell to the ground, confusing as he felt his very divint=ity shake in fear, trying to break away from him, the fool was targeted by this god-smiting spear.