Yu Xiaogang's escape was about to come to an end.
But the excitement in the group chat had only just begun!
God Realm.
Rakshasa God Temple.
Rakshasa God's expression was extremely ugly at this moment. She wanted to curse someone, but she did not even know who to curse!
Curse the group chat for giving out rewards?
Curse Qian Yuhan for stumbling into outrageous luck?
More accurately, it was all damn Tang San's fault. If he had not defeated Spirit Hall and brought Evil Soul Masters into the Douluo 2 World, how could the Angel Martial Soul have gained the ability to purify Evil Soul Masters and level up?
If it had not been for the Martial Soul issue, how could she have ended up arguing with the Angel God? And how could the Angel God have followed the group chat and teleported right to her face?
No!
If Ah Yin had not given birth to such a rebellious son, would none of this have happened?
So it was all Ah Yin's fault!
This was so infuriating!
That bitch Angel God—hadn't she used to be quite composed?
Why had she been so hasty this time, directly teleporting back with herself as the target?
This was utterly ridiculous.
No!
The Angel God's aura was unfathomable, like a vast ocean. Had she broken through the limits of a Level One God using Level One Soul Power?
What was she supposed to do now?
Rakshasa God was truly panicking now, but panicking was useless!
"Well, that's fine... Qian Yuhan, you're back. That's wonderful! We're sisters in the same group chat, and we've actually met."
"Hehe."
Rakshasa God's smile was incredibly awkward. Facing the Angel God's icy, beautiful face was like pressing a warm face against a cold ass.
Damn it!
You bitch!
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