The war erupted, but Set had no mind to fight. He only wanted to escape.
To a cunning and cautious Serpent God, he was utterly unwilling to take risks where the cost outweighed the reward. No matter how desperately he fought now, he was destined to gain nothing.
If he delayed any longer and attracted the Vishanti, even he would be dragged down with it.
Donnie was like a cruel nail, viciously bleeding him dry again and again. After several fierce clashes, Set's enormous serpent body was already covered in wounds.
"Enough!"
Set lashed his mended snake tail. His seven pairs of eyes were incomparably gloomy, filled with intense hatred.
Snakes were creatures that held grudges.
Donnie turned a deaf ear, having no intention of stopping to listen to Set's nonsense. Those who knew him understood that under certain circumstances, Donnie was an extremely straightforward man. Either he did nothing, or he saw it through to the end.
Set's seven snake heads opened their mouths, firing terrifying energy blasts that drove Donnie through countless worlds, tearing a track through the Blood Realm like a boundary dividing worlds.
"I'll give you the Phoenix Force, along with a Serpent Crown!"
Set said coldly, flicking his tongue wildly as his heart bled.
Donnie had already appeared above Set, a black war blade in hand as he viciously slashed down at one of the snake heads.
"Then I'll take them myself!"
A ferocious light flashed in Donnie's eyes. With a deafening rip, he severed a snake head the size of nearly half a universe on the spot.
Set let out a howl that resounded throughout the multiverse. He twisted his body violently, yet instead of attacking Donnie, he immediately retreated. His remaining six snake heads stared coldly at Donnie.
A powerful energy field surged