Michael thought about it but couldn't figure out that right after he just escaped death, the worst nightmare of his life immediately showed up.
Although the punishment of being imprisoned inside the brass oil lamp strongly affected his spirit, he had only experienced a few days so he hadn't felt it clearly yet. But Dragon God was different; just by looking at her, Michael immediately felt a sharp pain in his chest as if it had just been pierced.
"You dare curse me? If you're so tough, stand still and face me!"
Dragon God roared and ran like crazy, relentlessly chasing Michael. On her face, there was no trace of anger, on the contrary, she was unusually excited. Perhaps her way of 'enjoying' revenge had changed after hearing Raphael's conditions.
"I didn't! Don't you dare falsely accuse me just to find an excuse to pick a fight with me."
