I Changed My Mind...

"The Underworld stealing people from me was one thing, but now there's also the Blackest Night Emperor! And the Blackest Night Emperor is my fault too!!!"

Outrageous!

Humiliating!!

Death was also burning with rage. Given her naturally violent temper, the fact that she had endured this long was already astonishing to the other four gods.

She could clearly feel the Blackest Night Emperor erasing her bit by bit. Her plummeting power and stripped authority were only the beginning. If this continued, Death would sooner or later lose everything. Even she, a conceptual deity, would be completely erased and become part of the Blackest Night Emperor.

Could Death accept that? Not a chance!

The Underworld stole people from Death every so often, but there was nothing she could do. Though she was also Level Eight, she was ultimately a deity of the multiverse, nowhere near a match for a top-tier realm like the Underworld.

Besides, even Death felt confused and uneasy about that bizarre place called the Underworld. She truly had no desire to risk being erased by negotiating with it. After all, the Underworld had been snatching people from the multiverse long before the God of Death even appeared.

But now there was also the Blackest Night Emperor, who was gradually erasing her, and then the Spectre had unhesitatingly dumped this massive blame squarely onto Death's head...

Death wanted to curse someone...

The Spectre coldly watched the Black Lantern Ring drift toward him.

The ring floated over unsteadily, then slipped precisely onto the Spectre's finger. He merely watched with a sneer.

"Why bother..." The Phantom Stranger appeared like a ghost. Watching his old friend skillfully begin courting death again, he could not help sighing.

"This is the ability the Blackest Night Emperor is so proud of. I'll show him