The God of Death could not believe that the Lord of Pleasure dared to launch a sneak attack from behind at this moment.
That bastard, how dare she?
The deity knew that the relationship between the Void Seven Gods was not harmonious.
But at least for now, they were facing a common enemy, and before this common enemy and threat were completely destroyed, their alliance should have been unbreakable.
Bastard, bastard, bastard... damn bitch.
The ambush brought an unprecedented fury, and the God of Death's throat rumbled with roars like muffled thunder.
Under such Fury, the rampaging impact lost control, and the on-the-edge-of-madness Little Saye and Nag finally broke free from that tangible Spirit Storm.
They panted heavily, their entire bodies soaked in cold sweat.
Crunch, crunch, crunch...
A weird sound came from the God of Death's mouth, the sound of two rows of sharp teeth grinding together.
His neck seemed like a rusty machine, creaking as it slowly twisted.
