"Damn!"
The True God of Yellow Sand and the True God of Moon Shadow were becoming impatient.
They hadn't expected that, despite being just two Initial-tier True Gods, they would be able to hold them off for so long.
The True God of Moon Shadow angrily shouted, "Madeleine, get out of my way, you wench!"
The Painful Empress remained unruffled.
She chuckled softly, "Hmm? Moon Shadow, are you in a rush?"
"Being a Middle-tier True God, yet held back so long by a mere Initial-tier True God like me, don't you feel like a worthless fool?"
"Tsk tsk, let me see, your chest is so flat, and your waist is so thick, no wonder you've been alone all these years."
"In my view, you're only slightly older than me, aren't you?"
The Painful Empress's tone was calm, yet her words were piercing.
For a woman, such remarks carried a significant impact.
