"You finally came out. Hurry and take a look—can this still be used?" Manster wore a troubled expression. The sword had been stabbed in for half an hour already.
He didn't know whether this body still had any life left in it, but he knew his hand was about to be ruined.
Coleman slowly walked over and glanced over his own body. "Of course. Don't underestimate an evil god's vitality."
It definitely still had breath in it, but after being blasted by the evil god's power—
This body was like an overinflated balloon. Even if the air were let out, it could never return to its original shape.
It was a complete wreck.
"Let go." Coleman stared at those crimson eyes and gave the order with a smile. "It can't stir up any trouble."
He didn't use the divine "It," merely addressing it ordinarily, as though speaking of an inconspicuous ant by the roadside.
"So, explain it. I was having a perfectly good time—how did you drag me into this world?" Squatting beside the limp body, Coleman wore a half-smiling expression.
The evil god no longer needed to resist the power of the sacred array, but It had already failed to recover from crossing worlds. After this ordeal, Its own energy was nearly depleted.
It swallowed, Its voice somewhat hoarse. "Does the reason matter? You'll be dead soon anyway."
A soul separated from its physical body would sooner or later dissipate between heaven and earth.
What was more, it was a soul from another world. It couldn't resist the world's consciousness for long before shattering into scraps.
One gust of wind would leave no trace behind.
"Mm-hm. It isn't all that important." Coleman shrugged. It truly wasn't important.
Because it was time to leave this place anyway.
At first, the