"God of Undeath, you bastard! From now on, don't let me run into you on the battlefield, or I swear I'll split you dead with the axe in my hand!"
The Dwarven Main God was so furious smoke seemed to pour from all seven orifices, but right now he just so happened to have no way to vent or refute it. All he could do was throw down a vicious threat at the God of Undeath.
Naturally, the God of Undeath did not care in the slightest. He had already thoroughly mocked and needled the Dwarven Main God and the others.
To him, the Dwarven Main God's threats and harsh words now were nothing more than the powerless barking of a cur.
Moreover, what he was looking forward to even more now was how the Dark Nether Iron Ant would kill this Nalant next.
Creak! Creak!
"Human! Ant! Die!"
And at this moment, in the field, that Dark Nether Iron Ant had already turned its scarlet eyes toward Nalant.
It even used its stiff, unfamiliar human language to spit out words that drew hatred at Nalant.
Nalant looked at this ant with a body brimming with metallic texture, his brows tightly furrowed.
Although he could not hear the discussion on the high platform and had no way of knowing the Dark Nether Iron Ant's abilities, Nalant could at least assess the sense of threat it gave him.
So, the threat this Dark Nether Iron Ant brought him was more than several times greater than that Nether Spider, and had even reached a level not much different from the Sea Turtle Clan.
"Little ant, that's not very polite of you. Clearly you're the one who's an ant, yet you insist on treating me as one of your own kind. That isn't