Fat Ball: "???"
It felt that the avatar it had left inside Skylark's physical body had suffered a devastating blow.
That sentence—[The eyes of the gods are gazing into the future]—had transformed into a hurricane of destruction, sweeping through its spiritual world and annihilating everything in its path. The force of this storm was actually trying to forcibly grind its avatar and will out of Skylark's physical body!
All the Nine Nether Evil Energy, mental power, avatar, imprint, and seal it had left inside Skylark's physical body... everything had been driven out.
This feeling, this voice, was so familiar.
Although the other party only had one foot, which was bouncing up and down, and although his face was covered by a layer of Holy Light...
Even if that bastard turned to ash, Fat Ball would never mistake him.
"White! It's you! It's you again, you son of a ~~bitch~~!" Fat Ball's avatar let out a despairing roar.
Its main body had been relentlessly beaten down by White in the Netherworld, with its physical body and spirit suffering the double blow of explosions and Holy Light.
And now, the avatar left inside Skylark's physical body had been caught by White and relentlessly beaten down again.
From its physical body, to its spirit, and now to its soul—Fat Ball had been beaten black and blue from the outside in.
This was too much bullying! He had bullied the ball beyond all reason!
Fat Ball and White had fought in the Netherworld for so many years. Originally, the two had been evenly matched, trading blows back and forth. Today, I would beat you once, and some time later, you would beat me once in return.
Moreover, since their combat power and authorities were equal, they had generally remained in a state of balance.