Yun Che stiffened. It was one thing for the Profound Poking Pill to look so lewd, but why did it also sound like a gruff man? He had no idea how to handle this.
"Uh... all right, no need to stand on ceremony..."
The leader of the Crooked God Cult froze at the strange little thing that had suddenly appeared, then grew even angrier.
"What kind of freak are you? How dare you run your mouth here!"
Already seething, he swung his long staff at the sight of this bizarre thing, sending a streak of black energy shooting toward it.
Yun Che was just about to intervene when the little fellow declared imperiously, "Master, go play with your balls on the sidelines. Leave these fellows to me."
Yun Che's mouth twitched, but he stepped aside as instructed. He also wanted to see what was so special about this divine pill that had taken form.
The little fellow neither dodged nor ducked. Countless attacks passed straight through its body without doing it the slightest harm.
"Hmph, trash like you aren't worthy of fighting my master. Every last one of you can cough up your seed for me!"
With a wave of its hand, a vast pink mist appeared, swiftly enveloping every Crooked God Cult member present.
The next instant, the expressions of countless cultists changed drastically. Their bodies began moving against their will, and the ground started shaking.
"What... what's happening? I can't control my body!"
"No... don't! That deck is comparable to Emperor Level! You can't thrust into it!"
Crack! Aah!
Sure enough, it snapped!
Even so, he did not fall behind. Keeping pace with the others, he began moving as though his life meant nothing.
Most importantly, they were not merely moving. Even their divine power and mental energy