This is quite normal.

The Lord of Pleasure, despite being repelled and suppressed, is still a god. To eliminate a mere Qin Chu takes minimal effort, especially with a shameless sneak attack.

Though He detests this guy, He acknowledges the power of the Lord of Pleasure.

"Why are you here?" His voice sounded sullen, echoing like muffled thunder in the surroundings.

"I wanted to kill these disgusting little things too, but unfortunately, I've been entangled." The Lord of Pleasure's feminine half pouted in frustration.

It was a very cute gesture, as long as one didn't consider that this being was hermaphroditic.

"Entangled? By whom?" The God of Death immediately asked.

The Lord of Pleasure's beautiful face gradually darkened, as if recalling something infuriating. After several seconds passed, when the God of Death was starting to lose patience, a name was finally uttered: "Moile."

The God of Death's eyes narrowed slightly.

Moile, the Goddess of Destiny.

"She's still alive?"

"Not only her, but the Earth Mother Goddess Oni Benar, the Moon Goddess Cynthia, and even the Ice Goddess, all have residual souls... Damn it, if not for these wretched women getting in the way, I would have strangled these insects last time." The Lord of Pleasure's face twisted slightly.

The Lord of Pleasure didn't seem to be lying, more like finding excuses for her failure.

So, the reason why the Lord of Pleasure had been in the lower realm for so long without any results was finally found.

At the same time, the God of Death finally understood why after so much time, He hadn't been able to take down any of these three targets. Every lethal attack was either diverted for some inexplicable reason or saved by someone else at the last moment, resulting in repeated failures.

It must be that damn wench, the Goddess of Destiny Moile, meddling time and again, guiding the course of destiny, making it difficult for Him to completely kill these three targets.

Father God massacred the deities of the Sky Dome Continent a thousand years ago, yet so many of them slipped through the net...

However, the God of Death was convinced that Moile, while able to manipulate fate to some extent, clearly did not have complete control over this power.

When alone, the Goddess of Destiny could influence battlefields, but the sudden involvement of the Lord of Pleasure clearly disrupted Moile's plans; otherwise, Qin Chu wouldn't have been beheaded.

That foolish goddess must be feeling incredibly frustrated right now, right?

What a pity, that guy has gone into hiding.

Otherwise, the God of Death would have loved to see what kind of expression she has now.

At this moment, the Lord of Pleasure beside him lazily yawned. Regardless of just yawning, the world's most perfect creation exuded an astonishing charm.

Long legs teasingly lifted the skirt, the Lord of Pleasure walked forward.

"You can't handle these two little things, so let me do it?" The Lord of Pleasure raised an eyebrow, voice still sweet and seductive: "The sooner we resolve this matter, the sooner we can return to the Void. I worry the remaining five can't continue suppressing Lucia."

It seemed like the Lord of Pleasure was talking business.

But these words obviously infuriated the God of Death.

The mighty frame seemed to bristle, like an angry porcupine.

The Lord of Pleasure's sultry voice, to His ears, was a provocation.

It was as if saying, since you can't handle these people, get out of the way and let me.

Damn it.

A freak neither male nor female, neither yin nor yang, dared flaunt so openly in front of him?

If it wasn't because He was entangled with the Goddess of Destiny, how could Qin Chu's head have been hers to claim?

A creature lurking in the shadows, seizing chaos, what right did it have to boast before Him?

Seeing the Lord of Pleasure already walked forward, the God of Death suddenly stretched out an arm, directly barring her path, his voice icy and barely restraining the rage: "Those two are my prey."

Glancing at the beheaded Qin Chu below, the God of Death hesitated no longer, lifted his head, and strode forward.

To prove he was no less than the Lord of Pleasure, God decided to use his strongest power, instantly reaping the lives of the two small insects ahead.

Scarlet eyes locked onto the two figures before him.

The aura of the God of Death continued to expand, growing ever stronger.

Under this gaze, Nag and Little Saye felt as if scarlet pythons coiled tightly around their bodies.

Their bodies endured tremendous force, every movement extraordinarily stiff and sluggish.

A surging aura, like tide, rushed forward, filled with boundless information, the cries of every life personally slain by the God of Death.

Although previously fighting, although more violent than when facing the Lord of Pleasure, to the God of Death it seemed more like a warm-up before a real war.

Little Saye and Nag realized this powerful God, spurred by the Lord of Pleasure, was finally being serious.

How many lives had the God of Death claimed?

No one knows, perhaps not even the God of Death himself.

The only certainty is that the number would be unimaginably terrifying, counted in billions.

And at this moment, all those dead souls' wails mixed and reverberated madly in Nag and Little Saye's minds, like sharp blades relentlessly piercing their souls, tearing their spirits.

The sound, it was the agony of impending death, the howl of flesh being torn, the despair of a soul being crushed, the madness of will being eroded...

Ah... roar...

The power the serious God of Death displayed was something demigod-level beings couldn't withstand.

Little Saye, Demon King Nag almost simultaneously emitted sharp cries of anguish and pain.

Their spirits in excruciating pain, their cognition became chaotic, almost feeling like those dead souls fallen under the God of Death's Red Battle Axe.

Pft...

It seemed as though they could hear a strange, subtle sound.

The two figures, all their capillaries erupted at this moment.

Bathing as if in a crimson sea of blood.

Their bodies heavily injured, their spirits teetering on the edge of collapse.

A single move, nearly annihilating two demigods instantly.

Crimson eyes locked onto them, neither Nag nor Little Saye could break free for a moment.

They understood that their wills, under this assault, couldn't last long. In just two seconds, their wills would completely shatter, becoming madmen, then dead.

In an instant, Demon King Nag's spirit couldn't help but despair.

The God of Death's mouth curled into a mocking smile, foolish ants, thinking they had the guts to bare their fangs before a God?

As the God of Death was about to claim their lives, he didn't notice the Lord of Pleasure's increasingly peculiar, mocking expression.

With His attention wholly on the front, the Lord of Pleasure slowly raised a delicate, white hand.

Sharp fingertips enveloped in a deep luster.

A sultry smile appeared at the corner of her lips, and in the next moment, the Lord of Pleasure's feminine half didn't hesitate, her hand reaching for the God of Death's back.

Sizzle!

Little Saye, Demon King Nag, and even Qin Chu couldn't damage the skin, but in front of the Lord of Pleasure's feminine half, it might as well not exist, instantly pierced through.

Immediately, that slender white arm's skin tightened abruptly, the fingers seemed to grab onto something.

The God of Death's body instantly froze, pupils constricting violently.

His gaze filled with rage, madness, and disbelief.