"Are you so determined to become a widow?" After Chen Rui vanished, Lei Chan fixed his daughter with a burning gaze. "You've been on Sekeruid Mountain for so many years—you should know full well what kind of enemy your husband is about to face..."
"Some bastard loves widows more than anything, but sadly he isn't here. As for that sly human, even if you've been dead for tens of thousands of years, he'll still be bouncing around full of life." A lazy voice rang out. It was Pagliu, who had finished "digesting."
Back then, Lei Chan had faced three opponents alone at Warlock Fortress and soundly defeated Pagliu, Lola, and Chen Rui working together. Later, Pagliu had also taken part in the Blood Fiend Empire's martial tournament, so the two were no strangers to each other. Sensing Pagliu's faintly emerging aura, Lei Chan was secretly startled. "Could he have found a way back?"
"Your information is way too outdated, Lei Chan." The Poison Dragon wagged a finger. "Could it be that since you 'retired,' even your brain and eyesight have deteriorated? No matter how powerful Satan is, he's still within the realm of pseudo-gods. He hasn't become a true god, has he?"
"What do you mean?" Lei Chan frowned.
"Among the peak pseudo-gods I know of, aside from Satan, there are four others—the Church of Light's Three Supreme Angels in the Surface World, Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael, as well as Sariel of the Demon Realm, who possessed the power of the Evil Eye and an immortal body. About three years ago, Sariel died at Chen Rui's hands. A few months ago, that guy took a crazy woman to the Light Holy Mountain and fought those three strongest angels. Then he came back without a care in the world, not missing