"Pfft, just the likes of you think you can catch me?" Meatball hunkered down in the Imperial Palace, claiming that if it hadn't run so fast, it would have been minced into meat paste.
Yes, its ability to heal fast was remarkable, but no matter how quick, it couldn't recover from being chopped into meat paste. That would have spelled certain death.
Moreover, as the Calamity of the Last Law grew increasingly powerful, its strength had been further weakened, a reduction that was quite apparent.
This wasn't felt only by Meatball; the other Demon Gods had felt the same, as did Li Qinglian, naturally.
Presently, Li Qinglian was slaying Demon Gods across several lands to strengthen his own God-eating Spirit Body. Meatball watched this situation unfold with considerable envy.
If only it hadn't been so hasty earlier, it would not have fallen to such a state.
