"So that's what it was. You couldn't do anything until I let him out," Ryder said, rubbing his chin.
"That's right. Now that he's out of you, you're useless for us. We don't need you anymore. So die!" The High God's figure flickered as he appeared before Ryder instantly, grabbing him by his throat.
"Blame your luck that you were involved with the wrong people. If you hadn't, you wouldn't be in this situation!" The High God said. A cloud of fire came out of his hand, surrounding Ryder.
The fierce fire that could burn even steel was glazing brightly.
However, Ryder's figure could still be seen inside occasionally. He wasn't burning at all.
"I can blame my luck. But who will you blame?" Ryder asked, grinning.
He opened his mouth and started sucking all the fire inside.
Within seconds, he swallowed all the flames.
