As the Chaos God who wielded the Great Dao of the soul, he was an existence of incomparable nobility.
Yet a wisp of his Split Soul had actually been toyed with and trampled on like this in the Primordial World, experiencing the lives of all manner of livestock!
This was no simple loss of a Split Soul. This touched the most fundamental dignity and pride he possessed as a Chaos God!
A monstrous humiliation! A hatred that could not share the same sky!
Just as the Soul Demon God's rage towered to the heavens and the chaos aura churned violently, two figures radiating utterly different auras were drawn over by the disturbance here and descended.
The one on the left had an indistinct, shifting form, woven from the light shadow of countless extreme emotions.
One moment, an expression of wild joy appeared; the next, it transformed into endless grief, rage, terror, greed, lust...
All kinds of emotions flowed ceaselessly across him.
The Emotion Demon God looked toward the Soul Demon God, his voice carrying an ever-changing tone.
"Soul, why have you stirred up such violent anger?
Among us Chaos Gods, such turbulence is rather rare.
As a collaborator who will soon join hands in attacking the Primordial World, I must remind you: excessive anger may bring unfavorable Variables to your next actions."
The other on the right was shrouded in dark-red Blood light condensed from sin karma, manifesting a Dao Body with a noble bearing.
The Sin Demon God teased, "It seems our ally has run into some unpleasant minor trouble in the Primordial World?
This Seat has just received word that the Sword Demon God has already ended his seclusion and will soon leave the mountain.
If our schemes against the Primordial World keep failing to make any substantive