However, facing Lei Xiang's mixed volley of curses and insults, the God of Evil surprisingly did not jump up to retort in a rage this time.
His black robe snapped in the turbulence of the ruins, and his deep, dark gaze, like a viper spitting its tongue, crossed the furious Lei Xiang and locked firmly onto that terrifying, bone-deep wound on Zi's chest that was still oozing divine blood.
The God of Evil narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression shifting unpredictably.
He took half a step forward abruptly, ignoring the wary gazes of those around him, and a wisp of dark purple divine light quietly rose from his fingertips, probing tentatively from afar, like drawing silk from a cocoon, toward the mass of rampaging residual energy at the edge of Zi's wound.
Chapter 875: This is clearly that scum's framing scheme!
The instant of contact caused the expression of the God of Evil to change drastically.
He pulled his hand back abruptly, his brows furrowed tightly into a knot, and shock and even deeper doubt rolled within his deep black eyes.
"Lei Xiang, shut your mouth first." The God of Evil slowly raised his head, his livid face currently so gloomy it seemed capable of dripping water.
He ignored Lei Xiang's gaze, which practically blazed with fire, and instead looked straight at Tang San, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a hair-raising chill: "I just carefully probed the fluctuations of the divine power remaining at his wound... I sense that this destructive power tearing through his bloodline originates from extremely pure fire-type and darkness-type laws."
Having said this, the God of Evil gnashed his teeth, swept his gaze across the entire scene, and said in an icy tone, word by word: "And the two main gods of our Divine Realm