Qin Chuan's voice was ice-cold.
He raised his hand, and ninety-nine defense-ignoring Annihilation Slashes rained down on Altros like a Meteor Shower.
Every slash struck a crack in the Lord of the Bone Abyss's body, tearing the wounds wider.
Beyond the Void, Dies Martin was in even greater danger.
Nether Monarch Astaroth and Wither Chanter Electra intensified their assault. Countless shadowy tendrils wove through Decay Petals, forming a deadly net that trapped Dies Martin.
"Dies Martin, why help that boy?" the Nether Monarch sneered. "With your strength, you hold considerable standing in the Abyss. You even have the Lord of Lava and the Lord of Torture backing you. The Lord of Destruction himself has to give you some respect. Why lower yourself to take orders from a mortal?"
The Withering Bard chimed in. "If you think those brutes in the Abyss understand nothing but violence, the Undead World would welcome you. We could even set aside a region just for you and build you a new Abyss."
Even as they attacked, the two gods did everything they could to turn Dies Martin against Qin Chuan.
Dies Martin's phantom flickered through the Void, a knowing smile appearing on his face. "Those are rather fine offers."
His voice sounded genuinely tempted, but his hands never stopped moving.
Deception Divine Power spread toward the two gods like an invisible web, every strand carrying a deadly trap.
A cold gleam flashed in Nether Monarch Astaroth's eyes, though his words sounded utterly sincere. "Dies Martin, as the Lord of Lies and Deceit, you rank among the foremost Abyssal Demon Gods. The Undead World has always respected those with ability. Your Deception Authority does not directly conflict with our Death Law. There is ample room for us to work together."
Before he finished speaking, dozens of