"Huh...huh...huh..."
Watching his grand rebirth plan being ruined by a pig's ass, the elderly Antony couldn't help but take some heavy breaths. He pressed hard on his aching heart with his right hand, to avoid fainting on the spot.
His emotional turmoil was reflected in the changes in the 'Field'.
The cloud that was originally corresponding to the Sea of Thunder suddenly flared up with lightning inside, casting images of a pair of pupils. It was as if the Eye of the Thunder God was inspecting the world.
The 'Baghetti Snake', which was already at a disadvantage, was hit worse this time. Among the 'Purgatory Land' it conjured, a series of thunder columns splashed, shattering the entire 'Field'.
"Your Majesty Farouk."
A sweaty follower timidly stepped forward, and requested for orders.
Normally, it wasn't the best time to interrupt when his mood had reached such a peak.
