Saleen created 12 Thundering Phantasms. The power obtained from being in the territory. Originally, he could only create six. Nailisi and Jola stood in the middle of the phantasms, enclosing around Theisio.
Theisio shook his head. "Saleen, do you really think you can kill me? I am Theisio, the spokesperson of the gods. Gods can grind you into powder easily and send your soul to hell to suffer forever."
Saleen shook his head, too. "Theisio, do you know? Do you really think I cannot kill you? I have many methods to deal with gods. The simplest one is to let my imps eat your soul and digest it. Even your Lord of Glory would not be able to give you any redemption."
Theisio's face distorted. "That doesn't matter. The imp would be captured by the gods and broken down into a soul to refine me once again. It is divine crafting; you would not know it."
