Chapter 2070: The Chess Game That Remains a Draw

The War God broke through at the brink of life and death, slaughtering all those people.

But even if he personally killed those people, the deceased relatives and villagers could not return.

Heavenly Fiend Lone Star!

Jinx!

Nemesis!

It’s like a curse branded into the rest of his life.

Beside him, the sound of even breathing spread, and the War God looked down. Little Beast Bai Bai had fallen into a deep sleep, with a suspicious liquid at the corner of its mouth.

The War God looked toward the direction of the sky. With a whistle of wind, another person appeared beside him.

The Demon God removed the mask of a blue face and sharp fangs, revealing a face identical to the War God’s, the only difference being a scar at the corner of his eye.

"You are not allowed to enter."

The Demon God was blocked from proceeding.

"I want to see her!"

"She is asleep."

The Demon God paused, becoming quiet.

"Let’s chat." The War God pointed to the coffee table.

The Demon God snorted coldly but still walked over and sat down.

On the coffee table was a chessboard, black and white pieces placed on it, a game halfway played.

"This game has been played for over a thousand years. Tonight, shall we finish it?"

Upon hearing this, the Demon God waved his hand and collected all the chess pieces into his sleeve.

"Back then, you wanted to play this game, and I accompanied you! But you? You found her and didn’t tell me! Why should I, when you are so unfair, still listen to you!"

The War God waved his sleeve, and the black and white pieces fell onto the board again, restored.

"Keep it down, don’t wake her."

The Demon God, who had been brimming with aggressive air just moments before, fell silent at this moment.

"The pieces are weak, it’s your turn." The War God spread his hands.

The Demon God glanced at him sideways but still placed a black piece.

The two sides exchanged moves on the board, the game resembled a battlefield, full of killing intent, but it always remained balanced.

"Aren’t you bored! Clearly, several times you could have won! Why not win, why keep it at a draw!" The Demon God roared, his eyes sharp, questioning not just the game but more.

"If you win directly, what use is a War God?"

The Demon God was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "You’re not someone who covets power."

"As long as the Demon God exists, Heaven needs the War God for a day. Our sparring can also hone each other, so when a truly great enemy arrives, you and I combined, these Six Realms will heed my command."

"Are you... kidding me?"

"Let’s play." The War God focused back on the game, no longer looking at the Demon God.

The Demon God was in a daze.

In the war between Heaven and the Demon Realm, military power has always been in the hands of the War God and the Demon God. The ongoing battle maintains a stalemate, serving as mutual sparring and training, not only for Heaven’s troops but also for the Demon Army, which has become incomparable through constant war.

The War God and the Demon God have also improved through repeated confrontations, both becoming stronger.

But this strength is not enough to completely suppress everyone in Heaven or the Demon Realm, but if the two merge, pushing one plus one to the extreme, there will be no more opponents in either Heaven or the Demon Realm.

"It’s your turn." The War God reminded the distracted Demon God.

The Demon God came back to his senses and placed a piece, his voice raspy: "What exactly are you plotting?"

"The world, long divided, must unite; long united, must divide."

"Speak plainly."

"This video is what she filmed when she was a star in the Mortal Realm."

"Star? What’s that?"

"The Mortal Realm calls it a mobile phone."

"Where did it come from?"

"Forgot to tell you, there’s an avatar in the future. Occasionally, I communicate with him through dreams, obtained from him."

"Your mana... has it already become so profound that you can retrieve things from the future?"