The sacred magma was scalding and hot, carrying the aura of the Angel God's origin as it washed over the still-burning baguette.
This not only failed to calm Bai Qinchen, but instead caused his desire to burn to the extreme. "Still not enough."
Bai Qinchen let out a low growl, ignoring the Angel God's completely dilated pupils, and launched yet another storm-like, fierce attack.
The Angel God could no longer emit any sound, and it was unclear whether it was sweat or tears on her sacred face. Finally, Bai Qinchen's body suddenly tightened.
A flood of intensely hot, thick syrup was entirely spewed forth, poured without reservation into the deepest depths of the Water-Curtain Cave, branding an indelible mark.
The Angel God's body stiffened for an instant, and then went completely limp.
Bai Qinchen did not leave immediately; he enjoyed this moment of tranquility, feeling the posture of this high-and-mighty god completely surrendering. After a moment, he slowly withdrew the baguette.
Following his withdrawal, a liquid mixing magma of sacred golden brilliance, crimson blood threads, and syrup gushed out from the Water-Curtain Cave. Bai Qinchen looked at the mess, the corners of his mouth hooking into an evil smile.
He leaned down, and with the baguette still stained with the fruits of victory, upon that pristine white body that once flowed with sacred radiance but was now covered in red marks,
he slowly smeared it, leaving behind his own unique signature.
The Angel God's pupils were dilated; she had never imagined that one day she would be eaten by a mortal, revealing such an unsightly appearance. Yet just when she thought this was the limit, Bai Qinchen brought the baguette to her lips.
The Angel God's pupils shrank violently as she looked at the baguette, right in front of her