Devouring the God Devourer, and the Return of His Talent

Little White's words were like a sharp knife, plunging straight into Moro's core logic. His eight facets flickered violently, his Bottom Layer Code devolved into frantic gibberish, and piercing static blared out.

"We... we are not..."

Moro tried to weave an excuse with high-dimensional language, but all those complex geometric formulas and dimensional theories failed completely before the crude comparison to a "dog."

He rotated his battered Shell, his light flickering on and off. In the end, every facet dimmed at once, like a defeated dog admitting defeat.

Li Qingcang was the first to lose it. One hand braced his broken sword while the other pounded his thigh, and he erupted into thunderous laughter. "Hahahaha! An old freak who's lived for thirty million Eras got roasted speechless by Little White! I could laugh at this for the rest of my life!"

Elder Wang stroked his grizzled beard, his grin stretching nearly to his ears as his cane thudded against the floor. "This old man's lived a long time, but this is the first time I've seen a Transcendent get humiliated this badly. Little White, that mouth of yours is sharper than my cane."

Inside the Abyss Core, the suffocating atmosphere was instantly scattered by roaring laughter.

Little White looked immensely pleased with herself.

Yang Yu held a cigar between his lips. A trace of amusement flashed through his gray-gold vertical pupils, but he quickly regained his composure.

He tapped the armrest. "Enough laughing. Moro, since you've accepted your fate, behave yourself. Now let's talk about how to squeeze more benefits out of this Divine Body."

Moro's facets trembled slightly as he emitted a low electronic voice. "Yes, Master."

Yang Yu leaned back in the Command Chair, his gray-gold vertical pupils reflecting the rapidly shriveling colossal corpse of the God Devourer.