World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 815 - 392: Yan Mo died tragically!

Chapter 815: 392: Yan Mo died tragically!

Yan Mo, in disbelief, pointed at his wife, Haidei’er, and rasped, "You, you poisoned the wine?"

Haidei’er nodded and said, "Yes."

"No, impossible." Yan Mo’s voice had completely changed, becoming incredibly old and hoarse. "Any poison has a very negative and dark energy aura, which I can sense. Every time you poured me wine, I made sure it was toxin-free before drinking it."

Haidei’er replied, "I knew you were formidable, so I dared not poison you directly. But there are many things in the world that, when taken alone, are not poison; yet when mixed together, they become deadly toxins. In the past few days, I have secretly added three kinds of mysterious liquids to your wine, which look like just expensive spices and are even beneficial, completely non-toxic. But just now, the wine I gave you contained the Tuo Luo Attractant from the Demon Continent, which is not a poison either. However, once inside your body, it mixed with the previous three liquids to form a lethal poison, so of course, you couldn’t detect it."

How deep her schemes run, how ruthless her heart is!

Yan Mo’s veins began to bulge and twist, and his whole body appeared to be in immense pain.

"Why, why would you do this?" Yan Mo roared. "Haven’t I treated you well enough?"

Haidei’er said, "It’s not that you treated me particularly well, but you weren’t terribly bad either. At least you were better than my father, and you brought me supreme glory and power, which I am very fond of. But now you can no longer bring me glory or power. I used to think about sharing weal and woe with you, but I discovered that in bed, you are just a beast, and when defeated, you vent your frustrations on me. So, I thought about it, and decided it’s better to poison you."

After getting this answer, Yan Mo was in excruciating pain!

He had not expected that he wouldn’t die at the hands of Suo Lun or be killed by the rebelling Rock Pirates.

Just earlier, he had single-handedly slain more than three hundred people, appearing invincible.

He had not expected that, in the end, he would die at the hands of a woman, and his own wife no less.

"Ha ha... Ha ha ha..." Yan Mo let out a mocking laugh.

His voice was filled with desolation, filled with absurdity.

His dream was to become the founding monarch of the Yan Tribe and expand his kingdom’s dominance.

The moment the Sea God of the Yan Tribe was destroyed, Yan Mo knew the Yan Tribe as a separate ethnicity had come to an end. He had to lead the Yan Tribe to change tradition, conquer the continent, only then would the Yan Tribe have a future.

Suo Lun was the first stepping stone for his kingdom’s dominance, Hai Gang the second.

Once, he was so close to his dream, almost within reach, yet so far.

Then, Yan Mo suddenly had a very absurd thought.

This world is full of irony; when a person is at their most glorious, when their momentum reaches its peak, it’s the moment they are about to be destroyed.

Suo Hanyi, a son of a serf, eventually became the acting City Lord of Tianshui City, commanding tens of thousands of troops and hundreds of thousands of subjects.

That was his ultimate moment, and yet soon after, he was beheaded and died a violent death.

The Lord Tuli Yun of Luan Yang City, as the commander of the Allied Army, led more than ten thousand troops in the second war to extinguish the Suo. He was just a nobleman, who would have thought he could command such an army, appearing so imposing? That too was his peak moment.

But merely a few days later, Tuli Yun’s tens of thousands of troops were wiped out by Suo Lun’s fires, and he himself became a prisoner; recently, it was rumored that he was killed by Suo Lun.

Gui Xingfu commanded forty thousand of the Allied Army, magnificently marching south, leading the third war to extinguish the Suo. He too was imposing, yet a few days later, his entire army was annihilated, and he was captured after defeat.

Now, it was Yan Mo’s turn. That day he led a hundred thousand of the navy south, grandly, their masts like a forest.

It seemed he was about to destroy Suo Lun and change the dynamic of the Rage Wave Kingdom, undoubtedly, this was also his peak moment.

However, similarly just a few days later, his near-entire force was wiped out, forsaken by all, ultimately dying at the hands of his own wife.

Next, it should be Zhi Li’s turn!

At this moment, Zhi Li was at his prime, all dukes and nobles lying prostrate at his feet. Under his command, the world was attacking Suo Lun, with an eighty thousand strong army about to attack Tianshui City.

At the moment, Zhi Li, not a king, was much like one.

But Yan Mo believed that Zhi Li too would soon fall from his supreme peak; the higher one climbs, the harder they fall.

The path to the apex of power is singular; if one person walks it, others can only serve as stepping stones.

After Zhi Li falls, who will it be?

At this time, Yan Mo’s mind harbored no resentment but only a string of meaningless reveries.

Lost in reverie, suddenly an incomparable pain interrupted his thoughts; he let out a ghastly wail.

For his body was twisting, and shrinking.

His entire figure was compressing, collapsing inch by inch.

Originally, he was a full one meter ninety in height, but now, as his muscles twisted, his body became shorter and more compact.

Shrinking to one meter eighty, one meter seventy, one meter sixty, one meter fifty...

His body couldn’t withstand such compression; bones broke and shattered, muscles tore, blood vessels burst open.

The pain was endless, the screams incessant.

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