Despite the ghost mask opening its mouth wide and inhaling fiercely, Vermilion Demon Lord remained utterly still. Even if only his soul remnant was left, it wasn't something a cultivator in the Ultimate Realm like Tiberius could possibly defeat.
"How can this be? You're nothing but a soul remnant, and this ghost mask of mine has absorbed countless demonic souls without ever failing. How can this happen?" Tiberius was quite taken aback at the situation.
"You just haven't met me yet. If you had, you would've experienced failure already. Making such a lousy ghost mask, yet still flaunting your power. How f*cking embarrassing!" Vermilion Demon Lord spat in disdain.
With just one spit, Tiberius' ghost mask instantly shattered into pieces as if struck by lightning. The massive ghost mask vanished just like that.
Seeing that, Tiberius was dumbfounded.
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