"Damn it! Stupid coward!"
Seeing that the Silver Moon Wolf God was still trying to escape, Sterl couldn't help but curse in his mind. A high-ranking god, and yet he was really going to treat himself like a dog? Insulted to this extent, and still scurrying off with his tail between his legs?
"Run, go ahead, run… Do you think it will make any difference? Trash will always be trash! I've already touched the boundary of upper-tier gods. My current power can already match yours. When I ascend to an upper-tier god, killing you will be like slaughtering a dog!
By then, I'll make you understand what true despair and cruelty really are!"
As the Silver Moon Wolf God was preparing to make his escape, Sterl spoke once more, his eyes brimming with an uncontrollable killing intent, looking at his opponent like prey.
