Diana looked over curiously. At first, she did not realize whom Ysera was referring to. Was it that strange Xenomorph? It didn't seem so. Earlier, when that thing had said the other party was about to explode, its tone had clearly been gloating.
Who was she referring to, then?
Following Ysera's gaze, Diana quickly realized that the one she was worried about was actually the Undead Celestial God possessing Sabo.
"Why are you worried about him?" Diana asked, confused.
"If he's gone, who will wear Andrew down?" Ysera countered.
"That is true... But could he really get into trouble because of something like this?" Diana looked at the soap that was about to explode, clearly not believing that a Celestial God of this level could be troubled by such a strange thing, even if that thing was somewhat sinister...
"Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't..." Ysera stared into it and said quietly, "But given the current situation, it's hard to say..."
"Oh?" Diana looked over curiously when she heard that...
At this moment, just as Ysera had said, the Undead Celestial God was in an abnormal state!
"You can really hold it in, can't you?!"
The undead spoke in a sinister tone. The Master, whom he was holding in one hand nearby, looked at him in astonishment.
Who was this guy talking to? Me?
If it weren't for you bunch messing around, would Master have had to hold his pee for so long? And now you're mocking Master? So what if you're a big shot?
Fine, don't hold it in!
The Master was just about to open the floodgates and relieve himself to show his nonchalance when another voice suddenly emerged from the undead's mouth—the same mouth that had just spoken sinisterly: "Let her go..."
The Master froze and stared