"Haha, can the Devil Race still endure this? Aodebiao is holding a sharp weapon here. If it were me, I'd definitely seize Aodebiao's longsword in advance! After all, no one can guarantee Aodebiao won't use it against them in the future!"
"Exactly. If the Ram-Horned Demon can even put up with this, then there's really no justifying it! If it were us, we'd all have to take precautions in advance!"
What a fine bit of sowing discord, what a fine case of watching the excitement without minding how big the trouble got!
Listening to the discussions around him, Aodebiao almost could not help laughing.
He could imagine just how furious the Ram-Horned Demon above must be after hearing the gods deliberately crowd him into a corner.
Of course, he was doing it on purpose. Who told that disgusting fellow to plant Nockston among the human race as a spy?
It could be said that when it came to playing tricks, the Devil Race had far more patterns than the Dark Clan.
Although the Dark Clan was also cruel and bloodthirsty, they all used methods of war, confronting their enemies face-to-face.
But the Devil Race, because of the traits of their race, truly used any method they could—disguises, bewitchment, and so on.
Creak! Creak!
And the truth was just as Nalant had guessed. Up above, the Ram-Horned Demon's teeth were clenched so hard they were grinding audibly.
If not for the fact that, with his status, it would look bad for him to make trouble for Aodebiao in this arena before everyone's eyes, he probably would have leapt into the field and dealt with Aodebiao personally.
"For this duel, the Dark Demon God, Aodebiao, wins!"
At that moment, the referee's voice finally came over.
That human god had already limped off