Tang Qi held Sally's hand. As he casually dealt with the Ten Thousand Winged Angel, he raised his head and spoke toward the tear in the Black Curtain.
His tone was filled with mockery.
Infuriatingly, Tang Qi's words were entirely correct.
Compared to the other Supreme Divinities, the Young Creator had indeed provided Tang Qi with plenty of nourishment.
The Blank Worm in the library, the Life Equation, countless fragments of divine artifacts, Queen of Destiny... there were too many, and every one of them was immensely precious.
Although many of Tang Qi's opponents had suffered such fates along his journey,
there had only ever been one enemy so "generous" as the Young Creator.
That was the truth, yet clearly no one could understand why Tang Qi had chosen this moment to provoke the Young Creator.
The first wave had been the Army of Fire and Blood. The second had been the Ten Thousand Winged Angel.
To defeat them, Tang Qi and Sally had joined forces and even used two incredible divine artifacts gifted by the Comical Starfish.
What if the third round brought the Young Creator himself?
What would the outcome be?
This was not really a question. Once the option of "summoning the Supreme Deer God" was removed, if the Creator descended in person, Tang Qi and the Dreamland would inevitably be erased.
Tang Qi knew all this, yet he still did it.
Boom!
As the final word left his mouth, malice far more violent than before descended.
Tang Qi and Sally, who had only just returned to normal, were pressed tightly together once more, utterly bedraggled.
Yet for some reason, a smile appeared at the corner of Tang Qi's mouth.
His Tentacle Body, glittering with Dream Phosphorescence, writhed and struggled. The Master's might it unleashed allowed him