On the other side, Liang Shixian subconsciously loosened his grip because he was severely injured. The Mouth of Truth seized the opportunity and broke free.
"You actually made me look so miserable. Unforgivable, unforgivable!"
At this moment, the Mouth of Truth only had a mouth and a nose left on its face. It looked very strange.
And because of this, the Mouth of Truth couldn't see anything and was trembling with anger.
The Godhood was temporarily contaminated by humanity. At this moment, the Mouth of Truth only wanted to use the most vicious language to make Ji Ruo and the others pay the price.
But before that…
"Defense specialization!"
Yan Ling turned into a divine armor and wrapped the body of the God of Truth.
Small, thin wings popped out from the back of Hera's undead armor. She flapped her wings and flew over. With a wave of her hand, tombstones appeared and fell from the sky toward the Mouth of Truth.
"Necromagic? Impenetrable!"
