My eyes weren't playing tricks on me. I wasn't seeing something fake like a loyal girl.
It was real.
The Supreme Man really had a long thick hand pierced right through his chest.
The God's eyes widened as he slowly turned his head around like a hungry for oil and head pats robot.
"You celebrated too early, God."
Everyone shivered.
Malthus' face was completely broken.
His nose was twisted. He was missing one of his eyes. His long sharp front fangs were now half.
He looked like a vegetarian homeless man who turned into a zombie and starved to death because he didn't want to eat meat.
The punches of Supreme Man did manage to damage Malthus but they weren't enough to kill him.
Heck, Malthus was buried under a whole mountain and yet he was alive. He could be the role model of cockroaches if he ever applied for one.
The Supreme Man stared at Malthus and his lips muttered something but before he could form words, everyone remembered one more thing.
