The Evil God's cold and heartless response provoked anger from Dylan, Doominick, Sylvia, and the devil elites.
"You don't deserve to be our Devil Race's God. Death to you, God damn it. Blast of Death!" Doominick immediately launched a formidable attack, rage already engulfing him.
Xero just stared at the Dark Magic that came to him. He didn't dodge or blink at all.
*Bang!*
A blast of corrosive energy struck him, but it didn't have any effect other than a hint of vapor.
More than 200 devils stared at the sight of Devil Emperor Doominick's deadly attack causing no damage to the Evil God. Xero didn't need to evade because he didn't consider it a danger.
Then, he brushed his hands to get rid of the black steam as it would reducing his extraordinary appearance. "Don't cast Dark Magic at me, mortal. I was there when it was created."
