"You dare play tricks in front of me!" the Lord of War, Tempus, roared. "Then don't blame me for being rude."
He merely shifted his body to the side and blocked Gaven behind his towering frame, taking all the pressure onto himself.
At the same time, he raised his hand and swung his axe.
The target of the chop was not the Prince Ubar, but the sky that was being rent open.
There was a sharp tearing sound.
The crack that the Demon Prince Demogorgon had torn open instantly doubled in size, and the seawater from the Demon stomach surged even more violently.
If this continued, it would not be long before the Demon Prince's Godhood Form could directly squeeze its way through.
This axe strike was far harsher than if it had landed on the Prince Ubar; even the Godhood Form could not help but shudder several times.
Clearly, it was enraged.
The enemy had already seized him by the throat; he had no choice but to bow his head.
