At this moment.
The words "Little Golden Hair" in his mind instantly threw the Blood Skull Grand Bishop into extreme panic.
This unimaginable method of communication made Johnson one hundred percent certain that it had to be a god's handiwork.
He was the Blood Skull Grand Bishop. No matter how powerful the Mystic Supervisor of the Myriad Radiance People was, he could not possibly speak directly inside his head like this.
So it could only be a god!
As for being called "Little Golden Hair," Johnson did not consider it insulting.
After all, that astonishingly beautiful god must have been born before the War of Annihilation and had lived for at least forty thousand long years.
By comparison.
He had only lived for over two thousand years. Before the other party, he was at most an immature child. It was perfectly normal for Her to call him "Little Golden Hair."
"I must ask the Voodoo Overlord for help!"
That thought was the first to surface in the Grand Bishop's mind.
There was no other way! Only a god could fight a god!
Johnson swiftly dropped to one knee and murmured with utmost devotion, "Great Voodoo Overlord, Your most loyal servant begs for Your aid."
The next second.
A strange force descended out of thin air.
It was accompanied by a single word: "Price!"
Johnson gritted his teeth, set down the Bone Staff in his hand, pressed one hand over each eye, and actually gouged out a pair of bloody eyeballs.
Slightly blackened blood, carrying an extremely strong stench, immediately streamed down his cheeks, leaving two trails of blood.
Most astonishingly, the bright-red streaks of blood seemed alive, instinctively trying to burrow back into the mangled eye sockets.
Yet some kind of power stopped them.
The Grand Bishop let out a