When Whisper of Destruction arrived at the Wheat Fragrance Farm Plane, he sensed only one god with medium divine power: Smile, the Bright Moon tier powerhouse who had become the God of Slaughter.
It had to be admitted that, even though nearly two hundred thousand years had passed since they last met, Smile looked exactly the same as Punk and a certain handsome mad knight. Bathed in the fading glow of the setting sun, the maiden goddess wore crimson leather shorts and had long scarlet twin tails. She still appeared youthful and beautiful, with a bewitching face. If one ignored the bloody mist swirling around her body and the other mangled girl she held in her hand, then despite representing evil and disaster, this God of Slaughter could truly be called breathtakingly beautiful.
However, Punk had never cared about such irrelevant and tedious matters. He knew exactly why he had traveled all the way from the silent, desolate Astral Realm to this Theocracy plane filled with flourishing wheat fields, and he also knew exactly who his enemy was.
Thus, although the maiden goddess standing not far away kept watching him with an incomparably seductive and meaningful gaze, the expressionless Bright Moon Mage holding the Pale Scepter merely turned his attention toward Keishanoa, whose entire body was drenched in blood, and Diteben, who lay unconscious on the ground.
It was not difficult to see that the unfortunate Plague Box and Thunderstorm had been defeated by the powerful Smile without putting up any effective resistance. Now, those fools who had not even mastered a single legendary killing move had all become prisoners of the enemy faction—and what displeased Punk most was that, in legal terms, these two utterly contemptible "trash" were still nominally his "companions" and "subordinates." If necessary, Whisper of Destruction