Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 1237 - 804: Back to Square One

Hellfire burned on Azazel, the overwhelming demonic flames surrounding Him made Him look far more majestic than when He fought Eve in the Underworld.

Just the divine power leaking out changed the color of the entire first layer of Hell.

At this moment, He seemed to be the ruler of the entire world, the king of the whole plane!

Azazel looked down at the insignificant Eve with quite some pride.

He could hardly wait to see the opponent’s expression change after feeling the horror of His power.

However, Eve just looked at Him calmly, seemingly unfazed by His power.

Such composure ignited fury within Azazel, feeling insulted.

"Azazel."

Eve suddenly spoke again.

She met the gaze of the Demon God, her expression calm:

"I’m giving you another chance to consider your words, are you sure you want to betray?"

Facing Eve’s calm gaze, for some reason, Azazel felt a sudden pang of unease in his heart.

But quickly, He brushed those feelings aside.

No...

He was no longer His former self.

He had returned to His Hell Plane.

Here, He was the ruler, while the other was nothing, merely an avatar!

He would not allow Himself to be intimidated by the other.

He must... step out of the shadow left by the other!

Thinking this, Azazel’s gaze towards Eve became increasingly dangerous.

Flashing a gleam in His crimson eyes, He sneered:

"Hmph! Yggdrasil, do you still think this is Segis World?"

"Thirty years of river east, thirty years of river west, never scorn a destitute Demon God! You, old witch who endlessly drains my strength, today shall be your anniversary of death next year! Face your demise!"

With that, He roared, swinging His fist towards Eve.

The fearful Power of the Abyss gathered in His hand, twisting the very space around.

Black flickers and dark red flames entwined around Azazel’s fist, the scattering aura making the imprisoned three-headed Mythical Giant Dragon change color.

"Goddess Crown!"

Mairrel exclaimed.

However, just as Azazel’s fist was about to hit Eve, He halted.

No.

It wasn’t that He stopped willingly, but it seemed some force imprisoned His actions, preventing Him from bringing His fist down!

You could see Azazel’s face contorted, body trembling, yet... He couldn’t move an inch forward.

On His chest, red light continuously flickered, mysterious patterns gradually spreading...

Feeling the suddenly imprisoned power, Azazel’s eyes burned with rage.

"Ygg...drasil... what have you done?!"

He stammered, his body quivering as He spoke.

Eve smiled slightly, casting a look of pity at Azazel:

"Azazel... did you really think what you devoured was my True God Avatar?"

Upon hearing this, as if recalling something, Azazel’s expression drastically changed.

He struggled to lower his head and gaze at his own chest. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

There, on the heart fused with the core of Hell, red threads continuously entwined.

Meanwhile, His aura suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon, instantly wilting.

In no time... He fell from the peak of medium divine power to a demigod.

Even His body gradually shrank... soon becoming lower than the floating Eve.

"Withering... heart..."

Recognizing the familiar imprisoning power, Azazel’s eyes widened in horror.

Flashes of His devouring the opponent’s avatar in the palace filled His mind, and suddenly He understood everything.

"Yggdrasil! You... you’ve tricked me!"

Azazel exclaimed in anger and astonishment.

Eve glanced at Him:

"Azazel, did you really think I would trust a demon’s allegiance?"

Hearing these almost mirrored words from His own mockery earlier, Azazel’s breath hitched.

Seeing His striking expression, Eve silently shook her head.

She never trusted Azazel’s loyalty.

Demons are untrustworthy, they can only be subdued by brute strength, and even if they pledge allegiance, at the slightest chance of rebellion, they would undoubtedly betray...

This is a demon, a chaotic and evil creature.

For this reason, after obtaining the coordinates of Hell’s core and the method to control it from Azazel, Eve always remained vigilant.

Early upon entering the first layer of Hell, she swapped her avatar and concealed the Withering Heart within, anticipating a backlash from Him.

Azazel devoured the avatar and also the Withering Heart, effectively sealing Himself.

Furthermore, since it connected to the Hell core, His most primal force, this seal was even more robust than external seals...

Even though He was within the Hell Plane, even though He could leverage the power of the abyss, as long as Eve controlled the Withering Heart, His power would be restrained.

"Ygg...drasil!"

Azazel also recognized this point, his expression was extremely bleak, the sound seemingly gritted with hatred.

"Hm?"

Eve squinted her eyes, smiling at Him.

Facing that vaguely mocking gaze, Azazel shivered.

In that instant, countless images flickered in His mind, suddenly recalling that fear ruled by the elves...