Listening to the cold questioning in his ear and looking at the fifty levels of grey steps that spread out again with a swoosh, Leon and the others couldn't help but freeze, while the gods at the long table were utterly dumbfounded.
Unable to hold back, he glanced back and saw the extremely complex expression on the White Serpent's face. The Snake Handler Director first fell silent for two seconds, then controlled Leon's body, crossed his arms, and looked down at the gods with disdain, saying:
"Hmph! Making a fuss over nothing!"
"As the blood within 1.2 billion people, having witnessed their end with my own eyes, and having personally experienced countless deaths! Is it strange that I can comprehend the power of death?"
Upon hearing the "Snake Handler Director's" words, a True God wearing a wild boar mask on the right of the White Serpent couldn't help but clench his fist and pound his hand, then said with a look of realization:
"I see!"
"See my ass!"
