Qin Fen's Voice Was the Lord's Gospel

That cry of "NO" shook heaven and earth, but sadly, it was useless. The black hole had been formed from the Heavenly Dao Laws and could not be resisted.

"I refuse to accept this!" the Heavenly Demon cried unwillingly. The black hole had no mercy. Come Quickly into the Bowl.

His heart went ice-cold. Before he could accomplish anything great, he had been trapped to death. The moment he was sucked in, the Heavenly Demon understood—he was going to be drained again!

He now felt like a pig. Why had he come to this unfamiliar place for no reason? So it was that bastard. He had extracted anger, then used it as a guide to open a spatial passage. The Heavenly Demon had come over, but the initial thrill was gone. He now deeply understood that this was a fucking trap.

Like an idiot, he had used Joy on the Bat Spirit. Well then, look at that—he had been drained over here.

"Bastard! You want to seize my power? I refuse to accept this!" the Heavenly Demon screamed himself hoarse.

Dracula was utterly serene, seemingly still immersed in Chef Qin's poetry. Qin Fen knew nothing about any of this and was still wrapping roast duck.

With a whoosh, the sky fell quiet. The clouds parted, revealing the bright moon and clear heavens. Without the pull of that force, Dracula fell to the ground, his body still trembling. That irresistible heavenly might had made him understand what it meant for divine majesty to be like a prison!

What kind of being was that evil god from beyond the heavens? The other party had said just one sentence, and it had instantly backed down. What a great existence that must be.

Who was he? Dracula kept guessing. At the very least, he