The unknown Old God was utterly dumbfounded. Was going from Taboo to Genesis really just a matter of transforming?
Answer me?
The Hundred-Winged Angel—Death Messenger—had endless deathly aura swirling within its pale pupils, as though countless Worlds of Death were rising and falling within them.
With a single step, boundless traces of time spread out.
"Good, good." Doggie's voice rang out.
Ye Xiu and Tian Jue looked at Doggie. What did he mean, good?
"Why are you looking at me?" Doggie looked at Ye Xiu and Tian Jue.
"What do you mean by 'good'?" Ye Xiu asked Doggie with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"That being is holding back. It hasn't gone berserk," Doggie said softly.
"What if it does go berserk?" Tian Jue asked.
Doggie and Ye Xiu immediately gave Tian Jue a death stare. This damn crow-mouth from Barbatos—if he couldn't speak properly, then he should keep his mouth shut.
Really showing off, weren't you?
"If it goes berserk, then wait to die. There's no saving you," Doggie said irritably.
"I just feel like..." Before Tian Jue could finish, Ye Xiu covered his mouth.
"Say less," Ye Xiu said unhappily.
Tian Jue looked helplessly at Ye Xiu and Doggie. What did this have to do with him? Would it not happen just because he didn't say it?
"Something's off." Doggie looked at the Hundred-Winged Angel—Death Messenger—with curiosity in his eyes.
"What's off?" Ye Xiu looked at Doggie.
"Is this guy really being this obedient?" Doggie said in surprise.
"Hm?" Ye Xiu looked at Doggie.
"Other than that bastard, this being doesn't care about any living creature. It is death's ruler by nature. You get what I mean now, right?" Doggie said softly.
"And then?" Ye Xiu looked at Doggie.
"And then? And then what?" Doggie froze