The God of Wrath clutched the Extreme Ice Divine Artifact fragments and swallowed hard. His voice wavered.
"Boss... you might not realize what the Fear Demon God and the Plague Sovereign mean in the Abyss. Those two are living fossils who've survived since the First Epoch! Isn't it too risky to lure them into the Origin Realm?"
Qin Chuan shook his head in disgust.
"Look at you two, scared of your own shadows." Qin Chuan stepped forward and kicked Wrath. "I control the Origin Realm's Bottom Layer Logic. Forget two worn-out old relics—even if the Abyss Will came here in person, it would have to behave on my turf."
He jerked his chin toward the entrance. "Get moving and set the scene. If we're putting on a show, do it properly. The moment they come in, they should think this is an unclaimed realm fresh from a cataclysmic battle, with treasures scattered everywhere."
Wrath rubbed his backside. Despite being scared out of his mind, he obediently ran toward the Space Crack.
He scattered the Extreme Ice fragments across the ground, stared at them for a while, then decided something was missing.
They were baiting two crafty old Demon Gods. A few fragments alone would look too deliberate.
Wrath gritted his teeth, raised his right hand, and slammed his fist into his own chest.
"Pfft—"
He spat a mouthful of Divine Blood rich with Karma Fire Origin, splattering the Extreme Ice fragments and the scorched earth around them.
"Not bad. You even know how to add a little drama," Qin Chuan said, raising an eyebrow behind him.
Wrath wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face twisted in misery. "Boss, you have to make sacrifices to catch wolves. Those two old thieves have sharp noses. My Divine Blood,