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Evans clutched his neck, his teeth grinding loudly. He appeared incredibly angry, veins bulging on his face, his right hand clenched tightly as if he wanted to crush someone's neck. Several seconds passed. Finally, Evans struggled to calm himself down. Anger couldn't solve any problems. Despite not wanting to admit it, he had indeed fallen for Dekan's psychological warfare.

"I can't blindly hate him; it will affect my judgment, sigh..."

Evans muttered, wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, enduring the headache caused by magical exhaustion, and trying hard to maintain his composure.

"Wait…"

When Evans managed to force himself to calm down. He realized a very abnormal issue!

Earlier, he was overwhelmed by anger, only thinking of rushing over to destroy everything, to grab Dekan and tear him into pieces!

However, in theory, Tristin City should not have been so relaxed, right?!

Even if Dekan had plenty of lifesaving means and wasn't worried about being attacked himself, wouldn’t the lord worry about the residents of Tristin City? The scenes in the amusement park should have been staged! Dekan's relaxed and cheerful appearance, coupled with the series of provocations against Evans, seemed like an elaborate plan to lure Evans, who had lost his sanity, to charge towards the Destruction Demon Lord! There must be a trap!!

A strong warning surged in Evans' heart after realizing the problem. After understanding the situation, Evans couldn't help but feel a bit scared. If he couldn't control his anger just now and rushed into the Winter Wonderland, what awaited him would undoubtedly be a real crisis!

Beneath the peaceful and serene paradise, who knows what kind of infernal traps might be hidden?

"Damn it!!"

Evans anxiously stomped his foot, hesitating in place for a moment. Should he go forward and fight Dekan to the death? Or should he endure humiliation, withdraw first, and plan his next move? If he chose to retreat, the Norton Kingdom would definitely send a wizard army to seal the Destruction Demon Lord and guard it closely. Unless Evans could call other cardinals to attack the Norton Kingdom, it would be almost impossible to have a chance to rescue the Destruction Demon Lord!

It can be basically assumed that the Destruction Demon Lord would be permanently detained here! As for Evans, he'll have to rely on continuously drinking mana potions to prolong his life! Perhaps even in the middle of the night, he'll have to get up and chug a few bottles of mana potion! In this way, what would be the difference between him and someone disabled?!

Moreover, that guy Dekan, who excels at insulting people, surely has a thousand ways to use the detained Destruction Demon Lord to humiliate him! In the future, all the other cardinals will definitely mock him! The once terrifying Cardinal of Ruins would become the biggest joke in the Resurgence Church! No, not just the Resurgence Church! The whole world will laugh at him!

For Evans, that would be a thousand times more unbearable than death!!

But now, if he charges straight up, who knows what kind of traps are waiting for him!

Just as Evans was painfully going through this mental struggle, preparing to decide whether to risk standing and die or play it safe and kneel to live, Evans, connected to the Destruction Demon Lord's vision, suddenly saw in front of the Destruction Demon Lord, Dekan stopped playing the piano. Then, Dekan slowly lifted his head. His eyes were incredibly clear, with a trace of indescribable pity, a few points of the majesty of an absolute superior, and a disdainful look down on the weak. Dekan's gaze precisely met the eyes of the Destruction Demon Lord! As if through the pupils of the Destruction Demon Lord, he saw Evans in the distance!

"Ah!" Evans was scared speechless for a moment. Impossible! He couldn't have discovered me through the [Shared Perception!] Evans held his breath, looking terrified but still maintaining the connection as if evading Dekan's tracking.

However, Evans saw it. Dekan's lips gradually curved with a faint smile. His lips moved slightly, and he seemed to be saying to the Destruction Demon Lord, "I, see, you, there."

Evans was completely terrified. He fell to his butt and sat down on the ground. His back was already soaked with cold sweat.

Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Even if Dekan had extraordinary abilities, he shouldn't have locked onto him through the [Shared Perception!]

Now, the sensation was as if Dekan would appear by his side the next second! Evans instinctively severed the [Perceptive Sharing.] It was as if his anger had been instantly extinguished, leaving only a palpable fear that overwhelmed him.

Evans was in a state of utter turmoil, unsure of Dekan's true strength. Those eyes that disregarded the rules and pierced through the void were probably something only a powerhouse at the level of the Resurgence Church’s Pope could achieve! Dekan was too mysterious! There was absolutely no tier 3 as terrifying as him! He had to escape! He couldn't provoke this devil any longer or even peek into his affairs!

Meanwhile, in the Winter Wonderland, in front of Dekan, the Destruction Demon Lord was prostrating, as if submitting to its true master. And Dekan, seemingly oblivious to the submissive Destruction Demon Lord, played the piano with concentration and elegance. Even from a distance, you could sense his mood, like the bright surface of silk, unaffected by the menacing magical fluctuations of the Ice Princess nearby or the subservient Destruction Demon Lord in front of him. At this moment, he was just a pianist.

The sun began to set, and the evening glow was gradually being replaced by deep red and dark purple, revealing the stars and moon in the sky. In this setting, Dekan sat alone in front of the Destruction Demon Lord. He still wore the luxurious attire from this morning, and amidst this scenery, he seemed ethereal, as if no longer a figure of this world. Dekan played the piano like a saint composing a narrative poem, trying to make the Demon King understand goodwill.

In reality, it was a one-on-one torment. The eyes of the Destruction Demon Lord were filled with confusion and pain. When has it ever suffered such injustice? But it was indeed pinned down and unable to move.

At this moment, Dekan sat upright in front of the piano. His hands skillfully wandered between the keys, playing a piece where each note was exceptionally precise.

However, in the midst of his seemingly concentrated state, he casually raised his head, as if he had discovered something. His gaze met the eyes of the Destruction Demon Lord.

Subsequently, a mysterious, faint smile appeared on Dekan's face. His lips parted gently as he said, "I, see, you, now." This seemingly casual remark was delivered as if it were a matter of course, as if everything was within his control, akin to peering into a surveillance room through a camera.

In reality, every now and then, as Dekan played, he would lift his head to meet the gaze of the Destruction Demon Lord before moving his lips as if simulating a conversation. If Evans happened to notice this intentional display, his expression would undoubtedly be quite entertaining.