The Second Devil General and Yang Qi had reached a temporary agreement.

Snap! Crack!

The Second Devil General transformed into a tall, middle-aged man with flowing black hair. And he reined his aura in until he seemed like a person similar to Patriarch Deva. Of course, the truth was that his godhood rating and psychic scale were no less than three billion. Back before he had been so badly injured, he was at around six billion.

Three billion was actually the weakest he had been in a long time, leaving him almost on the verge of being dead.

Yang Qi could even imagine what he had been like in his prime. He expanded the God Legion Paradise to encompass the Second Devil General, whose first act was to secretly start absorbing the vital energy from around him.

“Stop that immediately, Second Devil General!” Yang Qi shouted. “It wasn’t easy to build up all this power. You think I’m going to just let you take...