"Moreover, if He is brave and wise enough to truly find it... I have a surprise waiting for Him."
Herbert smiled mischievously.
Want to guess how old Deng, who's been holding back for so long, will treat a punching bag that suddenly intrudes on his turf?
Really hard to guess!
After sending away the rule-breaker behind the scenes, Herbert continued to watch the revenge drama he was so obsessed with.
And while he was conversing with the Divine, this revenge was nearing its end.
There was no dramatic reversal, no suspense.
Under the unforgettable hatred, things like "at the last moment, recalling beautiful memories and thus feeling compassion, unable to strike" do not exist.
If they do, then the hate isn't deep enough.
The Crimson Thorn devoured all the blood, soul, and energy within the Withered, turning him entirely into a "withered corpse."
The bound undead finally completed its own revenge.
However, this revenge came at a cost.
