Baiyi was now very close to the barrier of the subspace. After becoming a God, this guy had become increasingly outrageous, no wonder he could barely change some of the rules of Hell in the Devil's Game.
If this level of filth were to directly contaminate Baiyi, he felt it would be very difficult to get rid of it; even if he were to, it would come at a considerable cost.
The Divine Showcase, amidst increasingly dense smoke, gradually ceased to tremble, as if it had become a normal showcase. Apart from its unique color, it no longer possessed any divinity or eeriness.
It even abandoned the blood on the ground, stained black by the smoke.
Sabo laughed, somewhat slyly, and said: "Tsk, does this consciousness also not seem very capable? Already fainted?"
He was somewhat smug as he began to tidy up the pot of black soup.
