"Mortals are just mortals; they can never rebel against the gods!"
With a casual gesture, Bahram suppressed the four golden arrows shot at him and snorted coldly, his face full of disdain.
"Is that so?"
Just then, a detached voice suddenly came from the void, spreading faintly across the miles like thunder.
"Who?"
Bahram frowned, his icy murderous gaze sweeping around, his eyes steely, as the God of Fire Atar and several others also frowned, searching for the voice's owner.
At the sound, the Arrow God, Ye Dijian, the Eagle Headed God, and the Goddess, among others, brightened up visibly, their tense faces immediately relaxing.
"He's here!"
"He's finally here!"
"Damn it! Thank heavens!"
Even the Dragon God, frozen in place, felt a hint of relief in his eyes. After such a long wait, he had finally made it in time, thank goodness!
