"Indeed."
The Demon Lord acknowledged with a stoic expression what the Dominator had said—between these two old rivals, there was no need to hide the disparity in their strength.
The Dominator was stronger than the Demon Lord. This was an undisputed fact.
What was more terrifying was that, contrary to their current appearances, the Demon Lord was already in his twilight years, while the Dominator was at his peak.
This had nothing to do with age, merely with the amount of life essence each had consumed.
The strong would grow stronger, while the weak would inevitably grow more frail.
The Demon Lord's decisive admission of his weakened state brought a momentary pause to their conversation.
It wasn't until a long while later that the Demon Lord added,
"The Demon Realm... is barely holding on…"
With just that simple sentence, the Dominator fell completely silent.
