An Qisheng had experienced the might of the Evil God and knew all too well that the difference between them was like that between a fly and an elephant, not even in the same league.
And once fallen, he would inevitably be devoured by the opponent; no powerhouse would accept such an end.
It is often said that the older one gets, the more one fears death. A flicker of panic crossed An Qisheng's eyes as he desperately wanted to flee.
But the Guiyi God didn't seem to care much about him. The vast, ocean-like surges of the mind swept across this space, eventually focusing all on Lu Yao.
Being gazed at by a creature as large as a planet, even the pressure from its sight seemed like towering mountains pressing down, immensely heavy.
[Lu Yao, you've become even more delicious.]
"You've become even more deserving of a beatdown, and I've developed an even stronger desire to kill you," Lu Yao replied.
