The woman shrouded in black qi, somewhat enchanting, was the Witch and Monster God;
With a pale complexion, as if wasted from debauchery to the point a gust of wind could blow him over, the gaunt man was the God of the Undead;
The God of Flame was muscular and well-built, with the looks that were most on point among the few, the most god-like handsome man.
However, the God of Puppets, dressed in a luxurious robe and looking like a princess, was somewhat ordinary.
"You are... the Mad God of the Witch Realm?" Wang Zijia's expression changed slightly, with a hint of panic in his voice.
The Puppet looked coldly at Wang Zijia and said, "False god, mind your words. Blasphemy is a death crime."
