"Exactly what it sounds like." Song Siming replied unhurriedly, still speaking in a normal tone.
"Since I stepped in to help you, that means we're allies now."
"Since we're already allies, do you think it's appropriate to abandon me and leave when I'm in danger?"
"I never asked you to help me!" Eternal Night grew agitated and began trying other methods to break through the gauzy Veil surrounding him. "You were the one who came running over!"
"But you still accepted it, didn't you?" Song Siming replied without even turning his head. "So we're allies now."
"I helped you, so you have to help me too."
Seeing that Song Siming had no intention of letting him leave, Eternal Night turned to the Bone Saint Throne, who was slowly approaching from not far away. "I'm no ally of his. Whatever grudge exists between the two of you has absolutely nothing to do with me!"
The Bone Saint Throne, wearing a golden dragon-headed mask, remained silent. Its gaze did not shift in the slightest.
It was as though it had not heard Eternal Night at all.
Eternal Night frowned, then added threateningly, "I was once a true god who wielded Fear and revenge. I have more methods than you could ever imagine!"
"If you dare lay a hand on me, I guarantee I'll pay you back tenfold, a hundredfold!!"
The golden mask remained silent, without a single word emerging from beneath it.
For a moment, Eternal Night felt like a noisy clown.
With his questions receiving no response, he could only settle for the next best thing and try to free himself.
Yet whether it was Talent Abilities or attacks condensed from authority, every strike that landed upon that flowing gauzy Veil was like a stone sinking into a swamp.
They had