"J*ckass," By this time, Godly God had regained consciousness and was struggling to get on its feet. It was staring daggers at Match and shouted, "Attack it till it is dead."
Instantly, twenty shadows appeared out of nowhere and dashed towards Matcha.
Matcha's power was still on cooldown, and he was frantically running around, trying to avoid the shadow's attack.
Even though these shadows were as strong as male adults and were extremely quick in their movement, Matcha was still able to dodge their attacks by juking left and right. He was living life on the edge.
Within the span of a few seconds, the onslaught by the shadows had turned the entire apartment into complete chaos. The sofa and dining table had been flipped over; the pots and pans were strewn all over the floor. The apartment was in shambles. Matcha was running out of space to maneuver and found it hard to dodge the attacks. Dust Ball and Mango resorted to hiding underneath the bed.
