"Only now do you want to leave? Isn't it too late?"
Seeing Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong retreat as they fought, the God of Sloth thought they had lost their nerve.
After all, given the current situation, he was gradually gaining the upper hand.
He only needed an opening to subdue them both, so it was perfectly normal for anyone with sense to consider retreating.
Still, he understood that a cornered foe should not be pursued too hard. He did not press them too closely, fearing that if he drove them into a dead end, they would fight him to the death.
That would ruin their grand plan.
Thus, the God of Sloth let Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong retreat as they fought, while never allowing them to shake him off.
An unknown amount of time passed.
The battlefield of the three had shifted from land to the Ocean.
Their tremendous power poured into the sea, casually whipping up towering waves over a hundred meters high.
Normally.
That would have been nothing.
But the God of Sloth discovered that as the waves fell, a figure clad in Purple Battle Armor passed through them and appeared less than a hundred meters in front of him.
His heart jolted. Had he fallen into another ambush?
However.
Once he ascertained the newcomer's strength, his heart settled back into his chest.
There was nothing to worry about.
The other party's cultivation was merely that of a lowly Divine Official, nowhere near that of the Angel God's and Rakshasa God's successors.
He immediately sent out a divine thought to mock them all.
"Hahaha, I honestly can't tell whether you're ignorant or fearless!"
"This fellow reeks of fish. Who does he think he is, trying to fight me?
"He's nothing but a lowly Divine Official. Even