Soul God would rather die than surrender. He would never eat it. Bu Fang's dish made him feel a sense of crisis.
Gourmet food was poison to him. It would sap his power of the Great Sins little by little! This was the God of Cooking's trap and the most effective way to deal with him!
Soul God's eyes widened with rage as he closed his mouth tight. He did not believe that Bu Fang could still shove the dish into his mouth, now that he had closed it!
Bu Fang looked indifferently at Soul God. His gaze was very calm.
Suddenly, the Gourmet Arrays stirred, and the black power of the Great Sins emanating from Soul God's body was being suppressed.
Soul God's pupils narrowed. 'This damn God of Cooking's will…'
He was not going to give in.
