The devil god wasn't in a hurry. He continued looking at them calmly and mockingly as if he was waiting for them to have a good chat.
This was undoubtedly torturous.
It would be strange if he felt good to be stared at by a devil god.
The pressure on his spirit kept increasing as if he was waiting for his execution.
Most importantly, the devil god didn't do anything. Wang Teng didn't know what he was going to do so he couldn't find a way to deal with it.
He knew that he couldn't wait any longer. He had to turn the tides.
"Cough, cough!"
Wang Teng coughed awkwardly. He couldn't withstand the pressure and said guiltily, "Erm, we're done talking."
"What can I do for you?"
The devil god looked at him with interest and asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Yes! Terribly!" Wang Teng replied.
"But I can't feel your fear." The devil god shook his head slowly.
"Damn it!"
Wang Teng was flabbergasted. He could even sense this?
