"Pepper Sea... Spicy Goddess?"
The Eighteen-Winged Angelic Canon raised her head, her eyes showing a hint of surprise:
"I heard you were nearly assimilated. If the Fallen Camp births another evil Crown Rank, the calamity of all living beings would truly be unsolvable."
"I will never follow in the footsteps of Inferior Earth!"
Spicy Goddess Diana, with a stern expression:
"He indeed gained boundless power. Among the hereditary Crown Ranks, he might be called the strongest."
"But he is merely a beast in human skin, having long lost his humanity. The weight behind the words 'Crown Rank' is something he is no longer qualified to carry."
"This is true."
The Titan Giant God analyzed the precarious situation with utmost calmness:
"Jiu Huang, Green Vine, Divine Codex, plus you and Spicy, and myself."
"We, six gods and one crown, not at full strength, can barely hold even against Inferior Earth and his four Mad Gods."
