"He is yours? Why is he yours? Do you need his body, too?"
Countless tentacles roared their furious questions.
Reneedol stood in the middle of the dark lake and fell silent for a moment.
"I don't need his body, but I need him by my side. That is fate's design," Reneedol said.
She prepared to fight and said in a low voice, "You can have any other god you want. Just not him!"
All the tentacles converged once more, transforming into the old man.
This time, every vertical eye on his face opened wide, and he let out a shrill cry. "You're twisting words! You know perfectly well I need him, and you still dare cut off my only path to survival!"
As he spoke, all the tentacles spread out again and slowly sank beneath the lake.
"What, want to fight?" Reneedol sneered.
The surface of the lake began to tremble. The old man's voice rang out from the water:
"Though the laws of fate control everything, you still cannot represent fate in its entirety. Your only end is to be controlled by me, just like all the other gods!"
Boom—
Countless rays of Seven-Colored Light covered the lake and shot into the sky.
A gigantic dark hand appeared behind Reneedol, trying to block the light.
The two clashed for only a moment before the dark hand seized every ray of Seven-Colored Light without missing a single one.
"Your power is incredibly pure," Reneedol said. "I can absorb it perfectly."
"That's nothing but wishful thinking!" the old man roared.
The next moment, pain suddenly showed on Reneedol's face.
She clutched her head in both hands and let out a pained groan.
The dark hand was immediately struck by the Seven-Colored Light and blown apart.
In an instant, Reneedol was wrapped