Everyone was stunned. Though they understood that Hajun wanted to kill Beelzebub, they still could not help but be shocked by the sight.
Hajun's hand pierced straight into Beelzebub's chest, then pulled something out—a beating heart still connected to blood vessels.
"Uh, then how should this round of The Final Battle Between Gods and Humanity be decided?"
"Are you stupid? Is this the time to worry about that?"
A few gods were still concerned about the match, only to be harshly scolded by the others.
Now, even the spectators themselves were in danger.
Still, Beelzebub deserved this fate. He should not have recklessly researched reviving some monster.
And now, he had been killed in return.
"Oh dear, I'm truly sorry. I said I'd let you die quickly, but I lied."
Kneading the heart in his hand, Hajun revealed a thoroughly wicked expression.
How could he possibly kill the man before him so easily?
Though Beelzebub had allowed him to fully resurrect, he had actually dared to order and control him. That was an insult to him.
How could he let him die easily?
"Still, I wasn't wrong. Saying I'd let you die happily was correct—if I make you suffer until your death brings me great pleasure, doesn't that count as a happy death?"
As he said that, his fingertip pierced the heart in his hand, making Beelzebub's body convulse violently. Yet that man could still endure it without crying out?
No matter. He would torment him properly.
Just as he was about to continue stimulating his heart—
"Heh heh, are you finally coming out? Then die here with me."
What was this man talking about?
Suddenly, Beelzebub before him gave Hajun an unfamiliar feeling.
Those eyes that had seemed ready for release now revealed obvious emotion. More than that, Hajun