This gasp was the most truthful reaction of her Divine Soul and divine body under the assault of the ultimate attack.
Before Bai Qinchen could playfully appreciate her cute, teary-eyed appearance as she was stuffed to capacity, a soft, sweet voice carrying a thick sourness and urgency arrived.
The Goddess of Kindness, who had been kneeling by the bed the entire time, guiding all of this with her own hands, raised that peerlessly beautiful face flushed with a sickly flush.
Her gaze was hazy, containing both a distorted excitement over pushing her dearest friend into the abyss with her own hands and a trace of grievance over being temporarily neglected.
She looked at the completely conquered and lost-souled appearance of the God of Life, a cruel yet charming smile curling at the corner of her lips, her red lips parting slightly, and asked softly: "How is it? Is he much more formidable than your husband Destruction?"
If Bai Qinchen's attack had shattered the God of Life's divine body defenses, then this casual question from the Goddess of Kindness completely ground her last remaining Divine Soul and dignity into powder!
The God of Life's just-defocused pupils violently constricted, and she looked at her best sister in disbelief.
That God King of Goodness whom she had once trusted and relied on the most was, at this moment, asking such a heart-wrenching question in a tone close to showing off and comparing!
Was she mocking herself?
Was she mocking Destruction?
Was she showing off to herself that she had found a man far more capable of giving her joy than Destruction?
That was not merely mockery, it was a complete negation.
It negated the hundreds of millions of years of husband-and-wife affection between her and Destruction, negated her dignity as a wife, and