Snow might not have amounted to much among great gods, but he was still a true god—a god with a God Body, the God of Calamity and Plague. Even if he was nothing but trash in the eyes of truly great gods, no one could guarantee they could kill Snow in an instant! The kind that left not even ashes behind...
"Such a petty evil dares to speak so arrogantly." The figure said disdainfully. Then he withdrew his spear and turned to look at the somewhat bewildered Carl beside him.
Carl's mind had genuinely gone blank. He had never expected the other party to kill Snow without a word of warning!
Snow might have been useless, but he was one of Carl's most loyal subordinates. Yet this person showed him no respect at all and killed him right in front of him! This was not killing Snow—this was slapping Karsas in the face!
"You killed my most loyal subordinate." Carl frowned. His hand beneath his scholar's robe clenched tightly, and his eyes seemed to spit fire as he spoke to the figure.
If not for his current state of absolute rationality, Carl would have already made his move. He would have killed this man to avenge Snow...
"You are Carl?" Rather than answer directly, the figure continued questioning him.
"I am!" Carl replied without hesitation.
"Good. Beat him!"
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Even as a fist came flying toward him, Carl was still puzzled. Why did they start fighting at the drop of a hat again? And why was it "beat him"?
Bang! A fist the size of a sandbag smashed into Carl's left cheek, sending him flying...
The other Thousand Rock Army soldiers did not stand idle either. They swarmed Carl and gave him a brutal beating.
The moment they saw Carl,