The life force within the Lord of Moya had already begun to wane, unable to last even a quarter of an hour. Hearing this outcome, his face showed no sign of distress; instead, he laughed.
Jian Wushuang thought that Moya was going to go mad.
But at this moment, madness was futile. His divine body and Origin Source were shattered, his Life force was ebbing away, and any movement might cause his soul to disperse completely.
"Do you think this will make me afraid?" The Lord of Moya shook his head with pride.
Jian Wushuang frowned, too lazy to waste words on a dying man, simply stating the cold reality, "You think Zamasu will have your back?"
"Aren't you striving to become stronger?"
"But from now on, you will be completely annihilated, forever despised by the entire Northern Spacetime, the first to betray it!"
"Your people, your disciples, your sect will all be obliterated!"