His aura and wave of strength also disappeared without a trace.
The fluctuation of transmission laws immediately occurred.
The Destructive Main God was teleported away, returning once more to that secret chamber.
Everyone was present.
Adrian said smugly:
"Did you see that? Challenging us at will leads only to a dead end!"
The Destructive Main God glanced around the room accordingly.
No one dared to meet his gaze; they all lowered their heads, avoiding his eyes.
—The feeling was wonderful.
If anyone dared to provoke him again, he wouldn't mind teaching them another lesson.
However—
There was a faint discomfort in his chest.
—But it was of no importance, the enemy was already dead.
The Destructive Main God thought silently.
At the same time.
In that dream world specifically designed for battle—
In actuality.
A long knife pierced through his chest.
The Destructive Main God stood still, seemingly unaware of this, arrogantly surveying his surroundings.
Behind him.
