The God of Death could not believe that the Lord of Pleasure dared to launch a sneak attack from behind at this moment.

That bastard, how dare she?

The deity knew that the relationship between the Void Seven Gods was not harmonious.

But at least for now, they were facing a common enemy, and before this common enemy and threat were completely destroyed, their alliance should have been unbreakable.

Bastard, bastard, bastard... damn bitch.

The ambush brought an unprecedented fury, and the God of Death's throat rumbled with roars like muffled thunder.

Under such Fury, the rampaging impact lost control, and the on-the-edge-of-madness Little Saye and Nag finally broke free from that tangible Spirit Storm.

They panted heavily, their entire bodies soaked in cold sweat.

Crunch, crunch, crunch...

A weird sound came from the God of Death's mouth, the sound of two rows of sharp teeth grinding together.

His neck seemed like a rusty machine, creaking as it slowly twisted.

The shift in his gaze allowed Nag and Little Saye to break free from the lock.

Nag took the opportunity to distance himself, his mind chaotic over the scene before him, confused about what was happening. Was this an internal conflict among the Evil Gods?

In any case, it was good news for them.

Only Little Saye remained quietly in place, unmoving, but the light in those dark eyes grew more intense.

Finally, the God of Death's neck twisted in a weird 180-degree turn, eyes landing on the Lord of Pleasure. The intense rage distorted the already ugly face even further, veins popping around the eyes, and a roar filled with endless anger and killing intent erupted from the gaping mouth:

"How dare you..."

The Lord of Pleasure's laughter became even more crisp: "Why wouldn't I dare?"

The next second, a weird scene unfolded before the God of Death.

Behind the Lord of Pleasure, the once purple-pink hair began to gradually transform into gold.

The once alluring face was also slowly morphing into another shape.

It remained a very beautiful face. Although slightly inferior to the feminine half of the Lord of Pleasure, it was definitely of unsurpassed beauty in the world, losing its previous allure, gaining a touch of playfulness.

Bright eyes, like sparkling gems.

A mocking smile tugged at the corners of the mouth.

This was her true appearance; the feminine half of the Lord of Pleasure was merely a disguise.

Upon seeing this, the God of Death naturally realized he had been tricked.

His body trembled violently with rage, and the sound from his throat seemed pressed through clenched teeth: "Moile, it's you..."

Indeed, this was not the feminine half of the Lord of Pleasure at all.

Suddenly appearing, taking Qin Chu's head, and constantly agitating the God of Death, was none other than the Fate Goddess Moile.

Under her deliberate provocation and agitation, the God of Death entirely focused his attention on the two little bugs in front, unaware of the real threat from behind.

"Where is the Lord of Pleasure?"

Moile responded lightly: "Dead..."

"And you are next."

As the words left her mouth, Moile's delicate hand pulled back with a ripping sound.

Immediately following was the God of Death's roar filled with pain.

In the slender fingers of the Fate Goddess was not the heart of the God of Death, for she knew that for an existence like the God of Death, taking his heart was meaningless.

Only damage originating from the soul could truly harm an existence of this level.

Between her fingers was a piece of gray-black, still writhing matter.

It was a piece of soul that Moile forcibly tore from the God of Death.

After ripping off this piece of soul, Moile's body instantly disappeared from the spot, seemingly vanishing into the river of destiny once again, leaving no trace.

Despite waging battle for such a long time without causing even a tiny bit of harm, this time Moile's strike immediately inflicted severe damage on the God of Death.

Of course, given the terrifying power of the God of Death, even with a part of his soul torn out, it wasn't lethal; he still possessed combat prowess that could make all Life fear.

However, this was not his home ground.

This was the Sky Dome Continent.

The God of Death's presence here subjected him to suppression and rejection by the world's rules.

Rules, invisible and intangible, yet always existing in every corner.

The God of Death initially had to divert some energy to resist the influence of the rules, but now the tearing of his soul directly led to a severe reduction in spiritual power and Soul Power.

The intense pain further immobilized the God of Death from maintaining resistance to the rules, leading to the instant collapse of all Defense.

The power of rules pressed forward, and the power of the God of Death rapidly diminished at a visible rate.

Finally, accompanied by painful and furious roars, the God of Death's rank fell from the Divine Position.

The exhaustion he suffered was even more severe than the former Lord of Pleasure.

Under severe pain, his body convulsed violently, unable to stay aloft anymore, and his enormous figure rapidly descended. During the fall, his body also shrank swiftly.

Aside from Little Saye, no one noticed that on the ground, as Qin Chu's two severed parts of the body lay, new flesh buds rapidly sprouted at the severed point, like weird threads reconnecting the head and neck together.