'Was that Master of Blood... being controlled by a Wizard?'
The moment this thought surfaced, the Demon God jolted in alarm. After a moment of silence, it let out a hollow laugh. As if to console itself, it said with a strained expression, "That... that can't be true. It's impossible. Wizards these days shouldn't be that insane. Besides, those True Gods would never allow someone like that to exist. Yes, they definitely wouldn't allow it!"
After reassuring itself, the Demon God turned its attention to the two Deities who had escaped, subconsciously ignoring the Master of Blood.
After all, no matter how you looked at it, the Master of Blood was known for self-preservation. He was also an Evil God. An Evil God self-destructing to cover the retreat of two True Gods...
The very idea was too surreal, too terrifying. The Demon God didn't dare to dwell on it.
'Why would so many True Gods cripple themselves just to get in here?'
'What secrets could this place possibly hold?'
