In fact, it wasn't only the gods in the audience stands; the host of main gods on the high platform naturally wouldn't let such a good opportunity slip by either.
"Haha, Main God Oke Degu, this Nalant of yours is truly formidable. Those Dark Demon Gods were all so wildly arrogant before, but now that they've met Nalant, the roles have been switched outright!"
"Exactly, haha. This Nalant can be counted as the glory of your human race!"
"Hm? God of Undeath, why does your face look so terrible? Don't be so angry. After all, you Dark Demon Gods had far more chances to be arrogant than the human race did before. Now you have to let the human race strut around a little too!"
"That's right, haha. God of Undeath, you should look on the bright side!"
Faced with the mockery of these main gods, the God of Undeath's face was livid.
When his gaze turned toward the Dark Demon God in the arena, it carried a trace of anger. These fellows— even if they couldn't beat that Nalant, they couldn't lose in bearing too.
At this moment, the God of Undeath began to miss Aodebiao a little again.
If Aodebiao were to enter the arena now, he clearly wouldn't suffer this sort of indignity.
Even facing this human Nalant, Aodebiao of his Dark Clan probably wouldn't be any weaker than him.
The God of Undeath cast his gaze toward the audience stands, but after looking there for a while, he did not discover Aodebiao's figure.
In the section of the stands where the Dark Demon Gods were seated, there were only the other ordinary Dark Demon Gods, who likewise felt humiliated, each of their faces ashen.
The God of Undeath shook his head and didn't think too much