Lu Sui's bowl of cold water instantly brought the panicked crowd back to their senses.
The gods and demons who had once been so high and mighty were now all drenched, staring fearfully at the figures before them.
Oya, a Great Angel, was the first to recover.
She immediately released her divine power, evaporating the cold water on her body.
Then she stood and carefully straightened her appearance.
Only after she felt she had regained some of an Angel's proper dignity did she bow to Nüba and Lu Sui and say:
"Seniors, I am Oya, the God of Power, one of Heaven's twelve Seraphs."
"May I ask whether you summoned me here because you have instructions for me?"
As one of the Twelve Great Angels, she was proud to her very bones.
But faced with these two, she immediately reined in her pride and asked her question with a humble attitude.
She did not even dare say outright that she had been captured, tactfully describing it as being summoned instead.
Still sitting on the ground, Shali glanced at Oya and snorted disdainfully. "Hypocrite!"
Though her voice was quiet, no one present was mortal, and they all heard her clearly.
Oya's expression instantly darkened, becoming exceedingly ugly.
Had Nüba and Lu Sui not been present, making her afraid to step out of line,
she would already have struck, teaching this ignorant daughter of her former colleague Lucifer a harsh lesson on his behalf!
At a time like this, she was still clinging to her prejudices!
If she upset these two terrors, they would all die here!
Fortunately, Azazel was reasonably sensible. He immediately leaned toward Shali's ear and whispered something.
Shali frowned as she listened, looking thoroughly displeased.
But in the end, she gritted her teeth and gave a slight nod,