The Lieyang Goddess, Emperor Leina, being ambushed was honestly not a major event in the overall battle, because most people's attention was currently focused on Hua Zhen.
The tremors on Freyja Star had not stopped. Several more enormous, winding, bottomless chasms had appeared. The ground was tearing apart, lava was erupting—it was hard to imagine this had all been caused by the impact of a single person falling.
After staring in that direction dumbfounded for a while, Highest God Hua Ye's lips slowly curled into an utterly ugly smile.
Hua Zhen had been beaten so badly, so naturally Hua Ye was thrilled and relieved. Shifting his gaze toward Angel Yan, whose face was full of worry, he could not help humming twice before saying,
"Even if He Xi and Liang Bing go to support him, heh, that little brat Hua Zhen's fate of falling will not change."
"Shut your damn bird beak!"
Yan very rarely cursed. She was worried sick about Hua Zhen and wished she could immediately fly over to check on him, yet Hua Ye kept making sarcastic remarks without reading the room. Of course she was furious.
Well, Little Angel's final wording successfully turned Hua Ye's good mood into bitter rage.
Honestly, after occupying a high position for tens of thousands of years—hiding in some corner of the universe and acting as a local emperor counted too—this was the first time anyone had dared speak to him like that. The Highest God's slanted eyes gleamed viciously, and he wanted nothing more than to swallow Little Angel whole.
Yet Yan was not afraid of him at all. Gripping the King's Sword with both hands, she assumed a stance ready to strike.
Though she desperately wanted to disregard everything and go support His Highness, Yan also understood that if