Lin Qi stood atop an iceberg. Within Idar's divine power barrier, projections or incarnations of hundreds of thousands of gods either flew high in the air or stood atop other icebergs. As gods, their senses were exceptionally sharp; Donkey and his group's nonsense naturally could not escape their notice. The gods who were not on good terms with the Sky Divine Clan immediately burst into exaggerated laughter, while the gods from Odin Temple—especially those of the Sky Divine Clan—were all so furious their faces turned livid.
But for the moment, no one made a move against Lin Qi and the others, because Idar stood atop a mass of wind that had nearly solidified, tensely confronting Sogra. Several fine cracks in Idar's azure-blue divine armor were constantly spraying streams of light and wisps of wind force, while great quantities of divine blood continuously poured from those cracks. Clearly, Idar had already suffered greatly at Sogra's hands.
Wrapped in a tattered blackish-gray robe, Sogra hunched over, holding a short, sharp carving knife as he bared his teeth in a grin at Idar. "Oh, you took seven cuts from me! Does it hurt? Hmm? Are you angry?"
"I insulted your little lover. I nearly made her into a wine vessel. You should be furious, heartbroken. That fury and grief should become the inexhaustible force driving you to kill me, shouldn't they? But you are no match for me, so you should be enraged, sorrowful, despairing. Isn't that right? You should feel despair!"
"Come, let negative emotions fill your body, seep into your bones, let even your marrow brim with that sorrowful, despairing negative power! Only bones like that are supreme materials! Just like your little lover back then—when I tore open her body with my carving knife, she wept bitterly while calling your