Fourth Stage Body Instinct

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"That's still unclear."

Quitela folded his arms, his tone grave. "Things in Universe 7 have been rather mysterious these past few years. Even the subordinate I sent there, who had third-stage power, lost to the Candidate God of Destruction of Universe 7. He should be pretty strong!"

"I see. May I ask another question?"

"Spit it out."

"I wanted to ask why all the Gods of Destruction seem to hate Universe 7's God of Destruction."

As Lite spoke, a cold glint flashed through his eyes.

He knew that even if he made it back safely this time, he still wouldn't escape destruction at Quitela's hands.

Perhaps he could make use of Universe 7...

"What are you scheming?"

Quitela said coldly, "All you need to remember is to kill the Candidate God of Destruction of Universe 7 for me. As for afterward..."

He didn't finish, but Lite understood what Quitela meant. Afterward, he would have to muddy these waters even further. Only then could he come out on top.

"All right."

Lite nodded. He didn't ask whether there would be a reward for winning, either. There was no point in asking.

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Belmod had the angel Marcarita block their voices from being heard.

"Jiren, you promised me you would torment the Candidate God of Destruction of Universe 7. Don't go back on your word."

"I keep my promises. I hope you do too, Lord Belmod."

"Don't worry."

Belmod waved a hand, glancing toward Quitela. "Jiren, that fellow beside Quitela is no pushover. Be careful of him when the time comes."

Jiren nodded, his expression just as grave. The aura surrounding Lite made his heart of justice pound wildly.

That meant this fellow