In the stands, the spectators saw Nalant's usual favorite move from the past, yet found it incredibly fresh, and each of them clutched their bellies and burst out laughing.
After all, no one had ever toyed with a Dark Demon God to this extent before. For one thing, these Dark Demon Gods were stronger than the Dark Demon Gods of the World of Gods.
More importantly, the gods did not have a terrifying divine plant like the God-Slaying Green Vine.
"God of Undeath, that demon god servant of yours doesn't seem very bright!"
"Haha, exactly. Such an obvious trick, and he actually believed it!"
"He had no choice but to believe it. What if that Nalant tossed a real God-Slaying Green Vine in? Wouldn't this Dark Demon God be dead for sure?"
"Haha, that's right. How pitiful. This Dark Demon God is clearly so powerful, yet he can only be toyed with. Speaking of which, that Shame of the Demon Gods' fighting method is really not bad!"
It was not only the ordinary god spectators who were laughing nonstop at this moment. Even the main gods on the high platform rarely cast aside their dignity, laughing as they kept needling the God of Undeath.
The God of Undeath's face turned pitch-black as he listened, his eyes crimson.
Of course, if Nalant had heard the teasing from those main gods, his mood probably would not have been so wonderful.
After all, that Shame of the Demon Gods was also one of his role-plays. He only wanted to earn a few more main god crystals.
If the God of Undeath ended up feeling too embarrassed from the other main gods' needling and refused to give him a reward, then he really would want to cry but have no tears!
"Damn brat!"
Although